Seeing that Song Shuhang still refused to give up—even running to the wooden door to try to persuade the Netherworld Ball Ruler to stay—
Senior Three-Eyed Youth leaned back in the rocking chair and slowly said, "Little Tyrant Song, you can stop struggling. No matter how much you taunt it, it won't come in. According to our agreement, since it refuses to enter, this wager is void."
Rain continued to fall from the sky.
For some reason, even though Song Shuhang had lost the stakes, Three-Eyed Senior's mood still hadn't improved.
"My lord, the deceased are gone. No matter how much you miss them, they can't come back to life." Eyeball Butler, holding an umbrella, consoled him softly. But at the end, it suddenly added, "So please stop this storm, my lord. It's been raining far too much lately. I feel like my rheumatism is about to flare up."
Three-Eyed Senior: "..."
Which of your eyes saw me missing an old friend?
[Senior Three-Eyed Youth, as long as I can pull Boss Fat Ball into this small world, that confirms the stakes, right?] Song Shuhang looked at Boss Fat Ball's Alt as it bounced down from the Wealth-Scattering Throne, secretly transmitting his voice.
"If you have the ability to do so," Three-Eyed Youth replied.
Song Shuhang nodded forcefully.
"Little Friend Tyrannical Song, you aren't planning to use yourself as bait to lure in the Netherworld Ball Ruler from earlier, are you?" Eyeball Butler asked.
As he spoke, he tilted the huge iron umbrella slightly toward Three-Eyed Youth... Large amounts of rainwater flowed down its surface and drenched Three-Eyed Youth.
Three-Eyed Youth: "..."
"Don't worry, Senior. I wouldn't do something that suicidal." Song Shuhang assured him—using himself as bait was far too dangerous.
After all, the fish was too big.
He