"Strange, since you don't care about them, why did you remind me to leave them clues before opening the Gate of Hell? The situation didn't seem safe then, right?" Qian Cangyi countered.
"Enough talk, you won't get off anyway." Qian Jiangyue laughed with a strange tone.
"You sound like you'll get off." Qian Cangyi didn't back down.
"Well, it's boring to wait anyway, let's make another bet. Now there are three possibilities. First, both survive; Second, Wu Tong survives, Shi Liting dies; Third, both die. Hmm... What should we bet on?" Because Qian Cangyi showed no interest in the gambling game, Qian Jiangyue struggled to come up with a suitable wager.
"Isn't there another possibility?" Qian Cangyi was somewhat confused.
"No chance." Qian Jiangyue replied very quickly, as if he had anticipated Qian Cangyi's question and prepared an answer in advance.
"Hmm?" Qian Cangyi thought for a moment, "Alright, what's the bet?"
