On the highway.
The small car, now filled with gasoline, set off again. Tacheng was already close at hand.
"These little things really are pretty good."
Jiang Qiao stroked the tattered doll in his hand, sensing the curse flowing through it.
He was in a rather good mood.
He had originally planned to show off his superb claw-machine skills and open the eyes of the two ignorant monks. He had not expected the machine to be faulty, probably adjusted by the shop owner. Even with his skill, he had failed to grab a single doll.
Tampering with the settings was not a good habit.
Unscrupulous merchants had to be punished, and fairness had to be upheld.
And without a doubt,
he was the one who upheld justice!
"I gave you a chance, but you were useless, little brother." After putting down the doll, Jiang Qiao took out that pale, swollen hand again.
From its appearance, it was difficult to tell that this hand was a supernatural phenomenon.
One might think it was merely an ordinary Vicious Ghost.
Only after triggering its rules could one truly see its hideous appearance.
As for what exactly its rules were, Jiang Qiao had already figured them out.
They were very simple rules.
First,
those game tokens were not purchased with hell currency. They were exchanged using one's life as a stake. In other words, an ordinary person could only exchange for one game token.
After putting it into the machine, the game began.
Once you failed to grab a doll,
the game token would be gone, and so would your life.
Because that coin was actually your life.
However,
if you managed to grab a doll, you could take it to the front desk and exchange it for two coins. One of those coins