Billions of Dollars in Stockpiling: Doomsday Begins with Nuclear Wastewater Discharge

Chapter 179 Ten Consecutive Draws

"Congratulations to the host for getting a safe, super-sucking, super-deep sleep. No matter how he moves, he won't leak out. He got 3 packs of sweet pajamas (100 pieces per pack)."

Jiang Cheng: "..."

"System, are you sure you're not playing tricks on me?" A row of black lines appeared on Jiang Cheng's forehead. How could he, a grown man, take out his aunt's pants?

Facing Jiang Cheng's questioning, the system selectively pretended to be dead.

Seeing that the questioning was fruitless, Jiang Cheng had no choice but to accept the reality and put his aunt's pants into the space ring. Maybe one day when a team member was injured, it could be used as a sterile tourniquet to try out.

After the free lottery was completed, the system's voice sounded again.

"Can I ask if there will be a paid lottery?"

Listening, Jiang Cheng became energetic again and asked, "What's the way to draw?"

"Level 1 lottery, 100 energy points each time."

"Level 2 draws, 1,000 energy points each time. Conditions: 100 level 1 draws must be accumulated before it can be carried out."

"Level 3 draws, 10,000 energy points each time. Conditions: A total of ten and 100 level 2 draws can be carried out."

"Level 4 lottery, 100,000 energy points each time. Condition: 100 level 3 draws in total."

"By analogy, if you draw ten times in a row, you will definitely win a first-level item."

"It's so dark!" Jiang Cheng sighed.

If he wants to perform a level 4 lottery, his energy points may not be enough.

Especially when his hands are dark.

After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng said, "Then I won't smoke. I don't even have enough energy to play."

As soon as he finished speaking, the system's mechanical sound sounded again.

"Ding! First-day paid lottery, opening bonus, 20% off for the entire lottery. If you draw ten consecutive draws at the first level, you will win a second-level item. If you draw ten consecutive draws at the second level, you will win a third-level item. The items cover all aspects. Maybe the host will draw one. Martial arts elixir will directly lead to promotion to Grand Master.”

After saying this, Jiang Cheng said calmly: "Sorry, I'm not interested. I'm a more practical person."

The system did not panic and said calmly: "This system is just a suggestion. The host can choose by himself. By the way, the lottery contains special items that may be of great use to the host."

After the voice fell, Jiang Cheng suddenly fell into silence.

What does it mean that this is useful?

Is the system hinting at something?

I looked at the remaining energy points: 271,346 points.

After thinking about it, Jiang Cheng felt that he could afford to consume the energy points from the lottery, so he simply gritted his teeth and said, "Then just give me ten draws in a row!"

"Consume 100-energy points and the lottery is successful."

“Thank you for your patronage and keep up the good work!”

“Thank you for your patronage and keep up the good work!”

"..."

Jiang Cheng rang eight times in a row, all thanking him for his patronage. Jiang Cheng was so angry that his veins almost popped out. Fortunately, he finally got an item for the ninth time.

"Congratulations to the host for getting a box of special cold medicine. (3 pieces) (Instructions for use: It has super anti-viral ability, and it only takes one piece at a time to recover as before.)"

"It's a bit useless, but it's not completely useless."

Jiang Cheng nodded.

Finally, the results of the tenth draw were also announced.

"Congratulations to the host for getting the original fat one."

"puff--"

In an instant, Jiang Cheng almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

What the hell is this original fat ci?

Isn't he a pervert?

Moreover, this fat piece still has a purple lace pattern, and there is a pool of dark brown blood inside.

"..."

at the same time.

In the kitchen.

Zhang Ya, who was about to cook for everyone, suddenly turned red and clenched her legs involuntarily.

Transform the interior.

Jiang Cheng cleverly put his underwear into the space ring.

Because if you just take it out with bare hands, you won’t be able to wash it away even if you jump into the Yellow River.

However, because of this lottery, Jiang Cheng suddenly lost his temper and continued: "I still don't believe this is evil, give me ten more draws in a row!"

Mechanical sounds sounded continuously.

“Thank you for your patronage and keep up the good work!”

"Thank you for your patronage..."

"Thanks……"

"Thanks……"

Four times in a row, no item was drawn out, and Jiang Cheng almost cursed, until the fifth time the system's prompt tone finally changed to 'Congratulations to the host'.

Jiang Cheng was overjoyed, but when he heard what happened later, his face darkened again.

"Congratulations to the host for getting a pair of original Oppai!"

"You can't get along with Yuanwei today, right?" Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth in hatred.

Fortunately, in the remaining five draws, another item finally emerged, which gave me some comfort.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining the first-level spiritual skill: Corpse Control."

"Oh? Royal Corpse?"

Jiang Cheng listened and quickly looked at the item in his hand. Of course, he put the original Oppai into the space ring in advance.

This is a small transparent ball that emits light.

The method of use is to crush it.

Jiang Cheng gently pressed his hands.

crackling——

For a moment, the ball of light broke into countless small particles and flew towards Jiang Cheng's eyebrows. A wave of skills and methods of using corpses immediately flooded into his mind.

Skill: Corpse Control

Description: It can swallow the mental power of ordinary zombies, put its own mental mark on the opponent's mind, and make it his slave. The zombies marked with the mental mark will unconditionally obey the orders of the zombie controller, and the first-level zombie control can only be controlled at one time. Take control of a corpse.

Conditions of use: The mental attribute must reach 50 points before it can be used.

"This...is a bit tasteless!"

Jiang Cheng's mouth twitched.

I thought I had drawn something good, but it turned out to be such a thing. With his current strength, he could deal with zombies on the second level without any problem. Why would he control an ordinary zombie?

If this skill appeared when he was just reborn, it might be useful, but now...

Well, more skills are better than less, and one more skill is always good.

With this idea, Jiang Cheng's eyes were full of bloodshot, and he said again: "Give me another ten consecutive draws!"

"Consume 1,000 energy points, and win the draw."

"Thank you for your patronage, keep it up!"

"Thank you for your patronage, is it okay, brother?"

"Thank you, sucker!"

...

Finally, on the seventh time, the prompt sound changed.

"Congratulations to the host for obtaining a martial arts pill."

Listening to it, Jiang Cheng's eyes lit up.

Damn it, he said he wouldn't be unlucky.

Next.

"Congratulations to the host for winning a pair of level 2 doomsday gloves."

"Congratulations to the host for winning 300 kilograms of toilet paper."

"Congratulations to the host for winning a folding stool."

Although two pieces of junk were produced, this ten-consecutive draw was definitely worth it.

After drawing this, Jiang Cheng lost interest in continuing to play, as the winning rate was too low.

After packing up, he left the energy conversion room directly.

But as soon as he went out, he ran into Zhang Ya who had just come out of the kitchen. The strange thing was that Zhang Ya had her forearm across her chest, one hand covering her lower body, her pretty face flushed, and her eyes were filled with anxiety.

Jiang Cheng couldn't help asking, "Sister Ya, what's wrong?"

"Ah?"

Zhang Ya was startled by the sudden voice, her charming face became even redder, and she stammered, "No... nothing, it's just..."

Just when she said this, she suddenly exclaimed and ran away.

Jiang Cheng looked even more puzzled, but when Zhang Ya left, he suddenly saw a few drops of dark red blood dripping on the floor.

"Is this... my aunt?"

He slapped his head and understood immediately. He thought of the sweet pajamas in the space ring and immediately arranged for the medical robot to deliver them.

"Damn, I didn't expect this thing to come in handy."

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