"That's not something you need to worry about," the softer voice responded with a bit of firmness.

There was another moment of silence.

The gloomy voice said with a bit of unwillingness: "Next bet, I bet you that they can't leave here alive!"

The soft voice refused: "It will take a year to make a bet! It was agreed at the beginning, one bet and control for one year!"

"I can't wait!" The gloomy voice became even more unwilling: "Three years, bet now. If you still win, I won't compete with you for the next three years."

The soft voice was about to agree, but then she suddenly realized something was wrong, "This is not fair. I won this time. I have one year of control. If I win the next bet, it will be two years."

, if I agree with you, the price I pay is the two years I should have gained to earn one year from you; and if you lose this time, you already have one year that you cannot control, and it is not too much to gamble and lose again.

It’s been a year, and no matter what, it’s you who took advantage.”

The gloomy voice was stunned for a long time this time, as if he was a little distracted and could not clearly understand the pros and cons of each.

After a long time, he said angrily: "Then what do you think you should do to accept my bet?"

"Ten years!" the soft voice said firmly.

"No," the gloomy voice refused without saying a word: "At most five years."

The soft voice said forcefully: "If I win for five years, if you win for three years, if you agree, you will bet. If you don't agree, it will take another year."

The gloomy voice was about to agree, but a softer voice added: "And the bet cannot be what you said. Since ancient times, not many people have been able to leave Wuyuan Minghai alive. It is really unfair to use this as a bet."

"Three years, three years!" The gloomy voice thought for a moment and said, "They have the Nine Square Plate in their hands to awaken the Ghost Pavilion. Let's take this as our bet."

The soft voice was stunned for a moment: "Bet on whether they can find it or not?"

Mi Tai said in a gloomy voice: "With the Nine Square Plate in hand, I'm sure I can find it. Let's bet how many days they can survive in it."

"It's limited to seven days. If it's more than seven days, you win. If it's less than seven days, I win."

The soft voice hesitated after hearing the words. He was very clear about the strangeness of the Ghost Pavilion. For him, such a bet was obviously unfair, but then he thought about the familiar feeling he felt when searching for souls before, and the previous feeling.

The friendship shown by Lu Feng and Tang Yuan.

After a brief silence, he still chose to respond.

"I can accept this bet!"

"But on the basis of whether they can survive seven days, I have an additional bonus. If they can come out of the Ghost Pavilion alive, I will have control over them for the next ten years!"

Hearing this, the gloomy voice couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Chapter completed!