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Then he explained.

"Three of the top 10 rankers of the Heavenly Demon Ranking have already passed. Of the remaining seven people, we will naturally bet on who will be the next to arrive!"

Senior brother, what you say is wrong. Our Demonic Sect has many hidden dragons and tigers, maybe some of the top ten disciples will be able to cross the sea. When the time comes, we will bet on who will be the next person to cross the sea.

"Yes, that's right. What senior said makes sense!"

Wang Ming smiled and then took out the gambling stake again.

"Junior brothers, why don't you think of the name of the person crossing the sea in your hearts and take him as a hostage?"

"Un, it's doable!"

Then, everyone started to write down their names. Wang Ming took a look and realized that there were a lot of famous people in the Sky Demon Sect.

He nodded, taking some of them seriously as well. These people were not simple.

"Eh …"

Suddenly, Wang Ming saw a name. This name could be said to be the most popular name in the Heavenly Demon Sect.

"Death god!"

When Wang Ming saw the name of death, his heart jumped with fear.

Moreover, the number of times death gods appeared increased. More and more people wrote down their names. Many people did not think of death gods at the beginning, but upon seeing the name of death gods, they did not hesitate to write down their names.

A moment later, Wang Ming was holding the gambling stake with a wry smile on his face.

He did not expect that most of the people here had the name of the god of death written on them.

He felt a little guilty. Normally, he was very confident in setting up this kind of gambling house, but this time, he was guilty.

He was a little worried that the next one to appear was the god of death. If that was the case, then he would suffer a huge loss. This was not something he wanted to see.

"Fellow disciples, all of you, bet on Junior Brother Death. If Junior Brother Death doesn't come soon, and all of your things are lost, won't you all feel heartache?"

Wang Ming laughed dryly. He wanted to try and see if he could get everyone to withdraw their wager.

Just as he finished speaking, many people hesitated for a moment before coming to a realization. Seeing the expression on their faces, Wang Ming let out a sigh of relief in his heart.

However, in the next second, he opened his eyes wide, wanting to spit out blood.

Those people actually took out more gambling money from their bags of holding and placed their bets on the Grim Reaper.

"Junior brothers and sisters, you are all mistaken. I'm trying to make you all lower your pressure. After all, we are all fellow brothers and sisters with the same name. It would be too much of a loss for words!"

Wang Ming could no longer remain calm. The gambling stake was almost half of his wealth. If it was really the death god coming later, he would lose miserably.

"Senior Brother, we're not betting that much, we're all from the same sect, we understand!"

Wang Ming's face darkened as he cursed in his heart. I'm in the same sect as you, yet you're betting less on me. But with so many people betting on me, it's already a big deal.

"Alright, alright, the plate has been sealed!"

Wang Ming shouted loudly and stopped his bets. At this time, the bets had already reached 80% of his total wealth. He couldn't bet any more. He couldn't afford to lose.

Because, he felt uneasy in his heart, as if the death god would really come. This feeling wasn't without reason.

Every time this kind of feeling appeared, he would be met with great misfortune.0

This time, he felt that he would lose because the feeling was too strong. He stopped his bet and turned around with a heavy heart.

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