I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, are you trying to trick me into playing with strange rules?

After

knocking on the door to no avail, Armin's expression was calm, as if he had expected it.

"I want to trade the keys.

Armin came over to the rotten sailor's strange side, calmly staring at the other.

"Yo, that's weird, what do you want to exchange for me?" said

the rotten sailor strangely with interest, his drooping eyes rolling back and forth over Armin's body, especially in the brain area for the longest time.

"Ghost Coins.

Armin calmly spat out these two words, but behind them was an indescribable arrogance.

"Ghost coins?!"

the rotten sailor was stunned for a moment, and repeated the sentence in a strange voice, his tone full of suspicion, and then, a little fiercely,

said: "Boy, you'd better not play tricks on me, or you'll die a miserable death." Obviously

, it didn't believe that Armin had ghost coins, and from its point of view, the so-called "ghost coins" of the other party were probably just some strange paper items, and they didn't have any strange effect at all.

"One hundred, I want the key to 101.

Armin didn't talk too much nonsense, and directly took out the 100 denomination ghost coin, floating quietly in his hand.

101, the only room that has not been opened.

"This kid really has it!" The

rotten sailor's strange eyeballs were suddenly startled, and he watched it repeatedly, and finally determined that this was really a ghost coin of 100 yuan!

You know, it works diligently on this huge ship every day, and the ghost coins it can get every day are pitiful, and they have to be calculated in points.

Only at the end of the month, will I give a little employee benefits, such as extra meals in the canteen.

Therefore, these players who get on the boat are naturally fragrant buns in its eyes, and it is impossible to expect to squeeze out oil and water, but more of a desire for appetite and forcing them to work to gain benefits for themselves.

These players don't have to pay their salaries, and when the time comes, won't the money be all theirs?"

Want to change the key to 101?"

The rotten sailor swallowed, his tone changed greatly, and the drooping eyeballs never left the 100 ghost coins for a second.

Obviously, this is undoubtedly a huge amount of money for it.

"To trade, or not to trade.

Armin's face remained unchanged, and his calm gaze looked like a sharp sword to the rotting sailor, making it a little anxious.

"Change, change!" As

if afraid that the other party would cancel, the rotten sailor was weird, and stuffed the maggot's arm straight into his mouth, and then took out a string of moldy keys.

"This is the key to 101, do you want the rest too?" asked

the rotten sailor, strangely and expectantly.

These keys are useless to it, and some of them are like an impassable thunder pool to the player, and the door can never be opened.

For the strangeness of these ships, it is a matter of one sentence.

"How much do you want.

Armin didn't refuse, he still looked unfazed, and the greed of the other party seemed to have already fallen into his calculations.

"Is this..."

The rotten sailor strangely pretended to hesitate, and after a deliberate pause for a few seconds, he said:

"That's it, for the sake of you being the first customer this time, I'll give you a friendly price for this transaction, plus the key of 101, 500 ghost coins." "

The rotten sailor's eyes shone with greed, and his breath was smoky.

500 ghost coins, hehe....

I'm afraid it's not worth that price on its own.

"No, I refuse.

Armin shook his head, refusing very crisply, his pale blue pupils not startled.

He has a huge amount of money on him, but it is absolutely impossible to give it all here.

Besides, it doesn't deserve so many resources on its own.

500 ghost coins, I really dare to ask for it.

The difference between man and trickery seems to be nothing more than an ideological shift.

The greed in his bones has not changed.

"Hey, boy, there's only five minutes left until the end time, and if you don't trade with me and get the keys to 101, you'll be in the hallway. The

rotten sailor let out a strange laugh, and seemed to have eaten Armin, and said with bad intentions.

When the time of ten minutes came, the lights went out in the hallway, and he did not return to the room, and by that time, something would appear in the hallway, but it was difficult to say.

This is a naked threat.

Because the current room competition has gradually come to an end.

Room 102 is occupied by Kazuki Yamakawa.

Room 103 is occupied by the eight players who survived the previous round.

Room 104 was occupied by eight surviving people after a bloody scramble.

The situation in room 105 was still at a stalemate, and dozens of people were still fighting inside.

The situation in room 106 is not much better, and there are also dozens of people.

The hallways were littered with corpses, some bleeding and some trampled to death, all of which were now quietly thrown in the corner like garbage that no one cared about.

"No trade, I'll get into the room too.

Armin said faintly, and on his shoulder, a tattered doll with a ghostly fire was lying on it, with two hollow eye sockets, looking strangely at the rotten sailor opposite.

"Uhh

This kid does have something more than other guys, and within five minutes, I'm afraid he can really be killed by this kid.

At that point, there really is no need to trade.

"Then you can tell me a price. The

rotten sailor compromised strangely, a little unwillingly, and the drooping eyeball stared at the ghost coin in Armin's hand.

It's absolutely impossible to make this trade go viral.

Since the appropriate greed is not successful, then forget it, at least get the 100 ghost coins in your hands.

"Yes, my bid is.

The corners of Armin's mouth curled, as if he had lured someone into falling for it.

"How much?" asked

the rotten sailor, strangely impatient, eager to make the deal.

If it weren't for the rules, it would even want to go up and rob it to see how many ghost coins this guy has.

“50。

Armin calmly spit out the number, and the 100 denomination in his hand also became 50.

"What?!"

the rotten sailor looked a little incredulous, and his voice was raised a few degrees, causing the players who were scrambling to look sideways.

"Are you kidding me?!" The

rotten sailor was weird, a little angry, and his aura changed suddenly, and the cold aura spread rapidly in all directions, making those ordinary players almost breathless.

Even the players in the room felt the spread of this cold aura and were shocked.

"Of course not, just now I asked for you, and now you have asked for me, so the bid is naturally lower.

Armin shook his head, smiling harmlessly.