Inside the [Main Room], Liu Congming removed the mourning cap from his head and looked at all the Funeral Announcer Eeries surging toward Nangong Feng. His expression was uncertain.
"Ten minutes are up..."
"Nangong Feng will either fall out with the Funeral Announcer Eeries or use the 'sandalwood incense' to send off the Plague Gods. Either outcome will exhaust all the cards in his hand."
"After that, it'll be my chance to reclaim my territory bit by bit."
"My turn to play my cards!"
"Cards... damn it, what cards do I even have left?!"
Liu Congming opened his Tool Bar and saw only four words: utterly destitute. His head began to ache.
He hoped even more that Nangong Feng had not fallen out with them and had instead chosen to offer up the "sandalwood incense," sending this group of Plague Gods away through a "Funeral Feast."
If that was the case...
Meanwhile, inside the [Facing Seat Room].
Having swindled Nangong Feng until he had nothing left but his underwear, the Greedy Money Eerie hunched over as it arrived at this hidden location.
From a dark corner, Wick Eerie slowly emerged carrying a green oil lamp, with Timid Ghoul still clinging to his back.
"I did... everything you asked."
"I successfully tricked that House Guardian and let those Plague Gods from [Shamanic Dance] come in."
"Attacked from both sides, he's in a hopeless situation. He'll definitely die."
The Greedy Money Eerie spoke dully, its eyes fixed solely on Wick Eerie, on the scent of copper coins that nearly drove it mad.
Back then, Ji Yan had taken that stack of copper coins away precisely to lure the Greedy Money Eerie into chasing after him to steal them.
Separated from the players, and using the Greedy Money Eerie's malice to generate a