Yang Qizhou was genuinely terrified of the negative effects of the Hidden God's Clothes.
This quasi-legendary ancient object—on the day before yesterday, it only erased twenty yuan spent on duck meat. Yesterday, it dramatically wiped out the 300 yuan balance in his card. Today, who knows how terrifying the cost will be?
Hopefully, the nearly thirty thousand yuan in his card balance can hold out.
Bank card balance: 21,000.
Not bad, nine thousand yuan deducted. The cost is still within an acceptable range... Yeah, right.
"God damn it, is this leap too extreme or what? Yesterday it was just 300 yuan, and today it's jumped to 9000. The cost multiplier even doubles—are you trying to kill me?"
Yang Qizhou's forehead was soaked in cold sweat.
Originally, he thought thirty thousand yuan wasn't much, but it should last for a while.
But now, looking at it, last for a while? What a joke. At this rate of cost multiplication, it probably won't even last through tomorrow.
