Chapter 67: Fighting Myself on the Single-Plank Bridge

"Hey, hey, hey~ It's your turn, sit down quickly!"

The gambler grumbled in dissatisfaction when he saw that Liu Mang's attention was not on him.

"Over there~" Liu Mang pointed to the place where Meng Zijing disappeared. He was curious about what happened to Meng Zijing, and planned to wait for Meng Zijing to appear before entering the gambling game.

But the gambler obviously didn't give him this opportunity, and said impatiently: "Don't mind other people's business, sit down quickly."

Liu Mang hesitated for a while, and seeing that Meng Zijing still didn't appear, under the gambler's repeated urging, he sat opposite the gambler.

The gambler had already grabbed the dice cup and shook it, and at the same time, he pursed his lips to signal Liu Mang to shake it quickly.

Table tennis table tennis~

Liu Mang also grabbed the dice cup and shook it, but his mind was not on this at all, but his eyes looked around.

Bang~

The gambler on the opposite side slammed the dice cup heavily on the stone table, then opened the lid and shouted loudly: "Two, three, five, five! It's your turn, open it!"

Seeing this, Li Hao excitedly shouted: "Student Liu, the gambler only has ten points, open the lid and kill him in seconds!"

Liu Mang thought that his luck was not bad. This was the smallest of the three dice of the gambler, and the chance of winning the opponent was suddenly much higher.

However, when he opened the cup and saw the three dice, he and Li Hao's faces turned green.

"Hehehe~ One, two, four is only seven points, you lose." The gambler was so happy at this moment: "You should accept the challenge."

Liu Mang hesitated a little. He thought about not following the gambler's routine.

Especially, Meng Zijing has not appeared yet, and if he also goes on the so-called single-plank bridge, then Li Hao will be left alone, and everyone will be cut off. I am afraid the situation is not optimistic.

Seeing Liu Mang sitting still, the gambler's expression suddenly became gloomy: "Hey~ Those who are willing to gamble and not lose, and those who don't admit their losses are the worst gamblers. If you want to default on your debt, the whole ghost town will not be polite to you."

For this invisible threat, Liu Mang did not feel pressure.

However, Li Hao persuaded him: "Student Liu, if you are worried about me, there is no need. Since this is a ghost town and we are new here, I think you should follow the rules first."

Liu Mang thought about it and nodded in agreement.

However, a spiritual light array lit up under his feet, and he invited the Black and White Impermanence from the gate of the underworld: "Two ghosts, please help me take care of my friends, thank you."

With the consent of the Black and White Impermanence, Liu Mang crossed the pavilion and stood at the place where Meng Zijing disappeared before.

Suddenly, a creepy feeling invaded his whole body, and Liu Mang instinctively felt a huge danger.

The abyss under his feet suddenly turned into a bottomless abyss, and he stood on the edge of the cliff inexplicably, with only a one-person-wide single-plank bridge in front of him.

This scene is almost the same as the scene of Meng Zijing's disappearance that he had seen before.

Smoke enveloped from all directions. Liu Mang turned around and found that the pavilion, the gambler and Li Hao were gone, and there was only a bare desolate area around him.

What was even more strange was that the Black and White Impermanence, who were originally left by him to protect Li Hao, appeared beside him without any signs.

"Hei Ye Bai Ye, why are you back?"

"Hehehe~ You were teleported to a special space. As a god summoned by you, you naturally cannot leave too far away, so you followed me here."

Teleported?

Liu Mang seemed to understand something. It was estimated that Meng Zijing's previous disappearance should also be a teleportation phenomenon.

Forget it, since you are here, you should make the best of it.

At the moment, there was only a single-plank bridge in front of him, and Liu Mang could only choose to move forward.

But just as he was about to take a step, he found that two figures, one black and one white, suddenly condensed on the bridge, and were walking towards him with a smile.

It turned out to be the Black and White Impermanence again.

The Black and White Impermanence beside Liu Mang suddenly cried out in surprise: "Huh~"

"Bah! Fake, really good at pretending!"

"Hit him!"

Black Impermanence Fan Wujiu waved the soul-catching rope in his hand and angrily rushed towards the Black Impermanence who looked exactly like him. The White Impermanence Xie Bian did the same, waving the mourning stick in his hand and attacking his copy.

Liu Mang stepped back slightly at this time to make room for the four Impermanence to fight.

At first, his eyebrows were just slightly raised, thinking about why there was the same Meng Po blocking Meng Zijing in front, but now there are the same Black and White Impermanence as a roadblock.

But as he watched, his brows were directly wrinkled.

You know, the Black Impermanence he summoned has the skill of soul-stealing, and the White Impermanence has the skill of corpse-corrupting poison. The two can also launch a joint attack skill of black sky and white day, and confuse the opponent through frequent displacement, so that they can constantly attack and defend in different positions.

But surprisingly, the Black and White Impermanence reproduced from the single-plank bridge actually have the same combat power and skills, and even the combined attack skills are exactly the same.

So much so that the big melee between the Black and White Impermanence could not tell who was better, and Liu Mang later didn't know which two he summoned.

As a last resort, Liu Mang could only ask for help.

He summoned the Bull-Headed Horse-Face from the Gate of the Underworld.

This time, four against two, it should be a sure win.

But something he didn't expect happened. Just as the Bull-Headed Horse-Face appeared on this side, two new figures condensed on the single-plank bridge on the other side.

That's right, it was the reproduced Bull-Headed Horse-Face.

What's even more unreasonable is that the reproduced Bull-Headed Horse-Face also holds a steel hairpin and a spear, and has all the skills of the Dead Chain and the Death Wheel, and can even use the Bull-Horse Wushuang to combine.

This is outrageous.

It was originally just Wuchang fighting Wuchang, but now the cows and horses were added to the stalemate. The scene was very chaotic, but no one could gain an advantage.

The situation of the eight ghosts fighting lasted for no less than five minutes.

At this time, Liu Mang began to understand what Meng Zijing was going through.

In all likelihood, Meng Erjie was fighting her own Meng Po, and it was a mirror copy of Meng Po. No wonder Meng Erjie didn't appear when he was shaking the dice. It was estimated that she was fighting hard.

But now there is a very troublesome problem. After fighting for such a long time, keeping four ghosts on the scene has consumed a lot of Liu Mang's spiritual energy. Even if it is still within an acceptable range, if it continues like this, there will definitely be no good results.

If he stubbornly invites the two judges to help, Liu Mang can foresee that the magical single-plank bridge will definitely send the mirror double judges to join the battle, and then it will be out of control.

This is absolutely not possible.

Just as he was trying to think of a way to break the situation, a flash of lightning suddenly flashed in his mind, and an idea couldn't help but pop out.

"Obviously, this single-plank bridge test is a battle strength test, and the content of the test is to directly replicate my spirit. In other words, whatever ghost spirit I have, they will use whatever ghost spirit I have to serve, and it's a battle strength match.

But ghost spirits are essentially undead creatures, right?

But I'm a living person, the single-plank bridge can't replicate me, right?"