Thirteen Death Gods

Two hours later, Shen Hui retrieved his mask from the shop.

A row of black eyes, an open, blood-red mouth, and soft, pliable Tentacles.

A gray heart was revealed from the crack...

It must be said that the craftsmanship here perfectly captured the feeling Shen Hui wanted.

It's the kind of thing that you can feel the horror and fear just by looking at it.

Finding a corner, Shen Hui took off his mask and sunglasses and put on this mask.

The mask's material feels soft and resilient to the touch, yet possesses a certain weight to it.

Once it's close to your face, you can feel a certain degree of adhesion.

Like octopus tentacles, suction cups tightly gripped Shen Hui's face.

Under normal circumstances, it will not fall off.

In short, in this underground market, camouflage is definitely more effective than masks and sunglasses.

With his new mask, Shen Hui became the most stylish guy in the underground market.

They looked at this shop, then at that shop, and continued browsing.

Just then, a person rushed over from the opposite direction and stopped in front of Shen Hui.

Shen Hui looked at it and saw a red and white clown mask that looked somewhat familiar.

Only after the other person's slightly shrill voice came from under the mask did Shen Hui remember that he had met him when he entered the underground market before.

"Hey bro, interested in joining our Tarot Club?"

It was the same story as last time, but Shen Hui already knew he was a liar because of the previous time someone else pursued him.

He probably just wanders around this underground market every day, trying to recruit people whenever he sees a new face.

"Not interested."

Shen Hui said something and then prepared to leave.

However, the other party stretched out a hand and stopped Shen Hui.

"Hey, don't rush, how about we do a fortune telling?"

As the other person spoke, a tarot deck appeared out of thin air in their other hand.

"Just pick one and try it out. Don't worry, it's free."

"I missed it last time, let's try again this time, hehe."

Shen Hui, who was about to push the other person away and leave, was clearly taken aback by what the other person said.

How did you know we'd met before?

Beneath the mask, Shen Hui's eyes held a hint of hostility.

I've already changed my clothes and mask, how could the other person possibly recognize me?

However, a burst of laughter suddenly came from beneath the clown mask.

"Haha, now you know, don't you?"

Shen Hui immediately realized that he had been tricked into revealing information.

Whether you've met yourself before or not, once this is said, if you don't react immediately, just observe your own reaction.

"Let's try one!"

The other person then waved the tarot cards in their hand again.

After glancing at the clown mask on the other person's head, Shen Hui hesitated for a moment before reaching out to draw an open tarot card.

Anyway, it's still early, so let's give it a try.

Shen Hui randomly drew a card, but just as he was holding that tarot card...

At this moment, several people rushed up from behind and shouted:

"You damn liar! Give me back my money! You stole my money!"

"Where is market management?! Go grab him!"

"Hey, you in the clown mask! Damn it, don't run!"

The man wearing the clown mask saw someone chasing after him.

He let out a strange, chuckled laugh and started running forward.

The pursuers also swept past Shen Hui, leaving only a disheveled Shen Hui standing in the wind.

And the tarot card she had chosen, clutched in her hand.

"He really is a scammer, no, he's more like a thief now. Luckily, I didn't have any cash on me."

Just as Shen Hui finished speaking, his phone suddenly received a text message.

[Your World Bank card has been successfully charged 3,000,000]

[Violations detected; account now frozen]

"Grass!"

Shen Hui quickly reached into his pocket for his bank card, but it had indeed disappeared.

Shen Hui had no idea when the other party made their move.

"You little brat! Don't let me catch you next time!"

Shen Hui cursed loudly, "Three million for three big ones! This is money I saved by scrimping and saving, even reluctant to rent a house!"

Now, there's only about 97 million left in the account.

From now on, you can't add ham to instant noodles.

Watching the clown disappear and the few people chasing him.

Now I can only accept my bad luck.

Shen Hui looked at the tarot cards in his hand and turned them over.

The image depicted on it is a skeleton wearing armor and riding a warhorse.

It has the Roman numeral thirteen drawn on it.

At the bottom is the name of this tarot card – Death God.

The Death God card, number thirteen in the Tarot deck.

Shen Hui didn't know much about tarot cards, nor did he know their meanings.

Even if Shen Hui knew, he wouldn't care, because the other party was a liar.

This is just a way to attract one's attention.

Shen Hui casually tossed the Death God Tarot card on the ground and left the underground market.

Go outside to the market to breathe some fresh air; it's also more lively and bustling.

I wandered around the market until night fell and the bright moon hung in the sky.

However, the number of people in the market did not decrease significantly.

This is just the beginning of the night market.

"It's almost done. Let's see if we can succeed today."

Shen Hui checked the time and found it was seven o'clock. He then went to the underground market through the tea shop.

The underground market is much more lively at night than during the day.

Even more people gathered outside the dueling arena, waiting.

These are people who came early to reserve their spots in preparation for tonight's duel.

Using his membership card, he let Shen Hui in, despite the gatekeeper's surprised look at Shen Hui's mask.

"Boss, you... you've arrived! Haha, your mask is really unique and distinctive."

"Take a rest, the duel is about to begin!"

The manager came out from inside, paused for a moment when he saw Shen Hui, and then led Shen Hui to the lounge.

Shen Hui didn't pay attention to any of this and simply sat down in the lounge to rest.

"By the way, boss, I don't know how to address you, or what your code name is?"

The steward, who was about to leave, remembered something and asked Shen Hui.

Shen Hui thought about it and realized that a better alternative name would be better, but he couldn't think of one for the moment.

But Shen Hui suddenly remembered the tarot card he had received today.

Let's just use the name mentioned above.

"Death God, codename Death God."

As time passed, the dueling arena was fully opened.

A large number of spectators poured in and took their places in the stands of the dueling arena.

You can see the dueling arena from the lounge here.

Soon the room was full, and a cacophony of noise emanated from it.

These spectators didn't know who the challengers were, they only knew about the World Level.

But that didn't stop them from discussing tonight's duel and arranging bets.

The time came to seven fifty.

The manager entered the dueling arena, holding a microphone in his hand.

"Ahem, welcome everyone to tonight's duel!"

"As everyone knows, tonight's two duelists are Level 4 Creators."

"This is a rare duel between people of different levels..."

Stop talking nonsense! Get to the point!

"That's right! Let's get straight to the introduction!"

"Alright, I won't waste any more words. The next duelist is!"