The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

Seeing this scene, the room was instantly silent.

The old man's hair has returned to what it was just now, only from gray to bright red. Bright red hair, coupled with his smile, creepy pores...

"You, you kill..."

After a long while, someone responded.

The old man smiled and looked at him, "That's the rule outside, this is in the clock tower. Everything here is decided by the clock tower."

"..."

"So... let's kill you, okay?"

Faced with such a problem, the old man was not angry, and replied with a smile: "You can come and try to kill me."

The man's corpse is still on the side, plus the picture of the unnatural phenomenon just now... No one dared to step forward.

"Okay, kids."

The old man still looked kind and benevolent at first, as if nothing had happened. If it weren't for the fact that his hair had turned bright red, and the corpse on the side had not been cleaned up.

"The ignorant children have been dealt with. Now, it's time for you to play. Come on, come forward and take your first-floor game."

"...W-what game... Doesn't it mean that we can survive as long as we reach the seventh floor..."

"Of course it is." The old man smiled and looked at the person who was speaking, "But isn't it too boring to climb all the way up the stairs. You need games."

"..."

Everyone subconsciously realized that this 'game' is not a good thing.

However, the elderly did not give them the opportunity to refuse.

Seeing that no one came forward, he smiled a little and put it down, a little unhappy.

"Children, if you don't follow the rules of the clock tower, the clock tower will be angry, and I will be angry too."

"..."

The atmosphere became tense for a while.

Everyone looked at each other, but they couldn't take that step.

In the stalemate, a man suddenly walked up to the old man.

The man is tall, wearing a black casual jacket, trousers, and a tight bag. In this kind of weather, this kind of attire is quite strange.

"How?" he asked coldly.

The old man squinted and smiled, looking up and down at him. The old man waved his hand in the air, and even complimented him on the way.

"Son, you look good."

Yue Yin didn't speak, opened his eyes, and his pale eyes looked into the air, and hundreds of grids suddenly appeared.

Black squares with numbers on them.

The old man smiled, not telling the man how to choose. I saw the man say in a low voice, "The third one."

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The black grid in the air disappeared instantly, and the grid marked '3' fell down and became a note.

Yueyin lowered her eyes slightly to look at the note in her hand.

- Tarot cards.

The old man laughed, "It's really good luck, I chose the easiest one."

"Next, children, let's start playing..."

The voice fell, Yuanxi's eyes went dark, and when it turned on again, what he saw was a room full of Tarot elements.

"The game is very simple."

The old man put on a black robe printed with tarot elements, his hair returned to gray, and he held a set of tarot cards in his hand.

"Tarot divination, everyone must know..."

Yuanxi listened carefully to the old man's words, and his hand, which was naturally hanging on his side, was suddenly touched by something, dry and cold.

Yuanxi looked subconsciously, and met a pair of pale eyes.

"Feel sorry."

Yuanxi shook his head, "It's okay."