Lin Baici and the others were seasoned veterans who had seen death countless times. So when Hoffman toppled over, everyone knew he was dead for good.
The sight struck everyone present like a heavy hammer. They were all stunned, frozen in place.
Even Lin Baici and Gu Qingqiu, who had long since put life and death out of their minds, were shaken.
The Slave Owner wasn't some nobody. He was a superhuman who had spent thirty years exploring the God Ruins. Yet against the Ghost Ship's god, he hadn't even been able to struggle before dying on the spot.
Red Moon Thunderclap and Black Person Jiang Ge had planned to help Hoffman attack and fight their way out. But just as they were about to act, the Slave Owner died.
This...
What the hell were they supposed to do now?
The color drained from both their faces.
After the initial panic, relief flashed through Cowgirl's eyes. She had bet on Lin Baici, and so, this round—
She had survived.
She was overjoyed!
"I hate cheaters more than anything!"
The Ghost Ship's god spoke angrily. "The simple principle of accepting the outcome of a bet—you don't understand that?"
"God, wait! I want to make another bet!"
Red Moon Thunderclap shouted, her heart pounding in terror. She understood what the god meant: it was going to collect on the bet.
Wouldn't she be dragged down with them?
"I still have a stake!"
Jiang Ge shouted too. He didn't want to die like this, without even knowing why.
What a waste.
"Hmph. Why didn't you say so earlier?"
The Ghost Ship's god spoke coldly. "Too late!"
The moment its voice fell, the Korean woman and Jiang Ge suddenly lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground with two dull thuds.
"Hiss!"
Xia Hongyao's scalp