"Whoosh ~"
In the next moment, the weather in the world behind the wooden door suddenly changed.
The originally bright and sunny sky suddenly turned into a rainstorm, making it impossible to guard against it.
Song Shuhang knew what was going on, and he even made some preparations for the weather to change. However, the rainstorm was too fierce, and Song Shuhang didn't even have time to raise his shield, and he was drenched by the rainstorm.
Under normal circumstances, with Song Shuhang's strength as a Venerable, he wouldn't get wet even if he stood in the middle of a rainstorm. However, the rainstorm in the three-eyed youth's world was no ordinary raindrop.
Even Senior Three-Eyed himself was drenched into a poet, let alone Song Shuhang.
The only one who was unscathed was the eyeball butler.
When Song Shuhang appeared, it had already taken out a large steel umbrella and silently opened it. The steel umbrella could protect against rain and hail, and it could be used in many ways. Apart from being a little heavy, there was nothing wrong with it.
Outside the wooden door, Fatball's smurf jumped to the highest level of the 'Throne of Wealth' and arrived outside the wooden door.
Although Fatball's sphere didn't have any 'eyes', Senior Three-Eyed could still feel Fatball's' gaze 'meeting his.
As an 'eyeball collector', he was very sensitive to gazes, and he couldn't be wrong.
The two big shots looked at each other through the door. They were silent and motionless.
After a while.
Senior Three-Eyed turned his head and silently looked at Song Shuhang three times.
Song Shuhang's expression was calm, and he didn't panic at all. It was just that the rainstorm had drenched his face, making him look a little disheveled, and slightly reducing his calmness and calmness.
[I've still underestimated you, Little Ba Song.] The three-eyed youth faintly transmitted his voice.
At this time, he used 'secret voice transmission' because he didn't want Fatball to hear the conversation between him and Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang wiped the rainwater off his face and replied, [Senior, you're overpraising me. However … I spent a lot of effort to get this' gambling stake '.]
The three-eyed youngster: "…"
Which eye of yours saw me complimenting you?
Also … the wager is for your unborn sister? Don't think that just because I'm a hermit in this world, I'll be cut off from the news. This ball is the contemporary Wielder of the Will's counterpart, the ruler of the Netherworld, alright? What kind of gambling stake was this?
"Sure enough, Senior Three-Eyed recognized Fatball as the [Ruler of the Netherworld]." When Song Shuhang saw Senior Three-Eyed looking at him as if he was a swindler, he immediately guessed the answer.
Therefore, he opened the door and entered the mountain. "Come on, Senior Three-Eyed. My bet was a smurf clone of the ruler of the Netherworld, Fatball. As long as you have it, Senior, you might be able to research the technique of 'sending a clone to the modern world'. Not only that, there's a powerful 'Dragon Commander's Seal' hidden in the body of this clone of Fatball. It's the work of the Third Heavenly Dao, and it's extremely precious.]
[That's a good bet.] Senior Three-Eyed's fingers left deep fingerprints on the armrest of the chair.
The storm in the sky became even more violent.
Senior Three-Eyed's mood seemed to have worsened. His mood changes were too easy to guess, even easier than Song Shuhang's' face reading technique '.
"I can accept your bet." The Three-Eyed Young Eye's three eyes gazed at Song Shuhang at the same time. Then, he added, [But since it's your gambling stake, you should at least bring it into this world. If you can't even enter the door, I won't accept this bet.]
Song Shuhang turned his head to look at Fatball.
At this time, Fatball's smurf clone seemed to be possessed, and it was' staring 'at the three-eyed youth … Even Little Shuhang, whom it had sworn to crush to death, was temporarily ignored.
But after half a day, it still had no intention of entering the wooden door.
After a long time, the fat ball said in a deep, metallic voice, "The ruler of the Netherworld."
Up until now, Fatball had thought that the previous rulers of the Netherworld Realm had already disappeared along with the abdication of the Wielder of the Will. Only Bai Youyou remained in the Netherworld Realm. Even though the Wielder of the Will had run away, Bai Youyou was still occupying the position of ruler of the Netherworld Realm, forcibly taking away the authority that belonged to her.
But little did she expect that she would find another ruler of the Netherworld here today.
From the looks of it, the other party was still alive and kicking, living a very good life.
This feeling was truly heart-wrenching.
But at the same time, Fatball's heart was also moved.
Aside from rulers like Bai Youyou, who continued to stay in the Netherworld Realm, there were unexpectedly rulers of the Netherworld Realm who had left the Netherworld Realm and lived openly in the main world.
Song Shuhang silently glanced at the 'three-eyed youth' and nodded.
"Ex … sorry to add the word 'ex' … I've already left my position for many years," Senior Three-Eyed said weakly. The rainstorm in the sky started to mix with some small ice seeds.
Fatball slowly said, "I've always thought that after the Wielder of the Will disappeared, the rulers of the Netherworld would disappear along with it."
"Yes, that's right." Senior Three-Eyed pointed at himself. "I'm just a bit special."
The nearby Song Shuhang silently nodded. To tell the truth, he knew two rulers of the Netherworld who were as special as Senior Three-Eyed.
The two rulers of the Netherworld 'looked at each other' again.
The whole place fell into a deathly silence, and the atmosphere was very awkward.
"Fatball," Song Shuhang said, breaking the silence.
Earlier, while the two big shots were talking, he quietly arrived next to Senior Three-Eyed and stood within the range of Senior Three-Eyed's protection.
Fatball's' gaze 'shifted to Song Shuhang.
Song Shuhang mustered his courage and asked, "Will this day next year still be the day of my death?"
"I'll let you off today … if you have the guts, just hide here and never come out," Fatball said coldly.
After saying this much, the ball spun around, as if it wanted to leave the 'Wealth Scattering Throne'.
"It's actually not coming in," Song Shuhang said in a low voice.
"Do you think that the ruler of the Netherworld has lost his mind? If not, why did he come in?" Senior Three-Eyed's three eyes simultaneously looked at Song Shuhang. The ruler of the Netherworld was overseeing this small world.
Since the ruler of the Netherworld Ball had only sent a 'clone' here, even a fool would know that he couldn't enter this' small world '.
Once he entered, he would become a fish on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
"I'm just a little regretful … Senior Three-Eyed, if you had slightly concealed your identity, perhaps Fatball would have come in," Song Shuhang said and suddenly slapped his face. "No, I was too naive."
Being too naive was a common problem of humans.
But sometimes, even if they knew that it was' naive ', they would still hope that it would happen.
"There's no other way … I didn't want to use this move." Song Shuhang got up and walked to the wooden door.
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