Guardian Chapter 81: Changsheng Gambling Shop is the soul of gambling
There are a dozen disabled soul-suppressors who are supporting each other.
There are also those who are lying on a simple stretcher, unconscious.
"What's the matter?" Chen Feng ran to help, looked in the team, and asked: "Aren't you a subordinate of Tomb Uncle Cao? What about others?"
Someone from the Town Soul Envoy responded: "We lay in ambush in the Changsheng Gambling House. Just after we exited, there was a fierce disturbance inside. Master Tomb rushed in with the brother, and the seriously injured brother returned first to heal and move the soldiers. ."
Ambush in the... Chen Feng speculated from the information revealed by this person that the former is man-made and the latter is weird.
Bai Ri Li Ou Julian once told Cao Guangxiao to pay attention to the Changsheng Gambling House.
At night, when Cao Guangxiao led the team there, he was ambushed?
How could it be so coincidental? Chen Feng thought of Yan Zhengchun's twenty-fifth boy for the first time.
The owner of this gambling shop is so courageous, he dare to set up a calmer?
Sorry...Chen Feng's heart tightened, and he said, **** Chen Mingting, he told his colleagues not to go gambling, and he asked his colleagues to play money, which is probably also involved.
What should I do, I'm watching the night, do you want to keep your eyes open and continue?
Gou you numb...Chen Feng was heartbroken. Without a word, he ran out of the Town Soul Division and rushed in the direction of the Changsheng Gambling House.
It was only a few days to a month before Chen Feng came to Dashun Chaoman.
Count and count, so-called friends.
Psychological sustenance, uncle No. 5 who sells himself to support his family counts as one.
A gentleman's friend, Cao Poker, a cold-faced old boss, counts as one.
Hupeng and Gouyou are two good-tempered colleagues Chen Mingting and Ou Julian.
Who said that friends of wine and meat are not friends, let alone those who have drawn guns in the same trench and fought together until dawn.
Except for the childhood friendship when wearing open crotch pants, no one has become acquainted with each other from eating and drinking, bragging and slapsing.
Knowing that my friend is in trouble, I stand on the sidelines. This is not a stubbornness, I am not a man.
Chen Feng ran all the way, surprised that he didn't see the night patrol team of the city defense battalion. His heart sank, and he was worried about the situation he was about to face.
Tonight, could it be a game, against the soul-suppressor?
Why... Chen Feng analyzed it secretly and kept moving.
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When Chen Feng arrived at the Changsheng Gambling House.
Very surprised.
The lights are brilliant and popular.
The gamblers gather around the table and are very lively.
I didn't imagine the scene of arrogant swords and big fights.
Chen Feng remained silent and observed secretly. He did not see the soul-suppressor headed by Cao Guangxiao, nor his colleagues headed by Chen Mingting.
Are the disabled soul-suppers that I saw in the Department of Soul-Resurgence fake?
Chen Feng squeezed into a gambling table the size of a rolling dice cup, and found that the dice rolling Zhuanghe was also looking at him.
"Press the big and the small, the number of points, the single and the double, the leopard, and the buy is left."
In order not to arouse people's suspicion, Chen Feng took out the broken silver, rolled up his sleeves, held the silver in all directions, and acted like a gambler who has been immersed in gambling for many years. He shouted "big" and slapped the broken silver on the table. superior.
Zhuang He then retracted his gaze, opened the dice cup and lengthened his voice, "113, small, five o'clock, odd number win, take all the rest."
Chen Feng's eyes shrank, and the dice cup was obviously 455 big, but Zhuang He called 113 small, but the gamblers around didn't feel different.
Just as Chen Feng was surprised, 455 became 113 again.
He opened his eyes, his face was calm, and his heart was shocked.
The three dice in the dice cup are six little grimace faces, and the number on them is the number of eyes opened.
……
At the same time.
The Changsheng Gambling House faced by Cao Guangxiao.
It is very different from the Changsheng Gambling House that Chen Feng faced.
The wind is gusty, the cold is pressing, and grievances are everywhere, converging towards the biggest main building.
His face was pale, he was seriously injured, his chest was bloody, and behind him was a gambling man with two knives on his neck.
He is also betting.
Forced to bet.
The bet is on the life of the subordinates of the Soul Suppressor.
The gamblers around are hidden in the dark.
The gambling method is very simple.
There was a masked man in the field, and the soul came to the stage and asked how much money the soul weighs. In addition to real money, there are also gambling funds that use Yangshou as a gambling fund. The middle one loses, and the loser goes out.
There are loopholes in this gameplay, which naturally breeds many weird phenomena.
For example, there is a middle-aged gambling participant outside the field with ordinary clothes.
He clenched the corners of his clothes, his eyes were red and swollen, and his eyes were bloodshot. He looked at the wrinkled face in the field, and his face was covered with wind and frost. At first glance, he looked like the soul of an honest peasant woman. He gritted his teeth and said:
"The old immortal, you'd better stay for a few more rounds, how can it be enough to divide the silver into two? I have made a big bet on you. Anyway, you are a waste of food when you are alive. If you die, I will not consider your son. , You must also consider your grandson. Don’t you keep talking about wanting to hug your grandson? Don’t worry, when I win the money, I will marry your grandson."
The soul of the peasant woman's eyes are dull and self-conscious. Her eyes are traveling around unconsciously. When she sees the middle-aged man, tears are in her eyes and her mouth is squirming subconsciously, and she doesn't know what she is muttering.
Seeing that the betting is over, the masking guy slowly backed down.
A man who is not very coordinated with his walking posture comes on stage with a black robe all over his body.
"Hehe, it's the soul master of Nandouke, that's good." Cao Guangxiao's eyes showed sarcasm, ignoring the knife between his neck and turning his head to look at the buddy behind him.
The two guys suffocated and laughed stiffly. It seemed that the smile and the face were not on the same channel. They laughed first, and the face hadn't kept up.
"So what, don't be afraid to tell you, you can't leave tonight, no one wants to destroy the business of my seven kills group."
Cao Guangxiao raised his mouth in a cold face, with unspeakable contempt. He stared at the faces of the two guys, then looked at the red ropes on their thumbs under their bare feet, and said: "Seven killers? Haha, you are attached to Yangdi , The clear water in the bowl is drained, ruining one’s life, destroying one’s vitality, and it violates the contract made by the great ancestor of the year. Are you not afraid of yin and yang?
"Holding the blame? It's up to you?"
"Take care of yourself and place a bet, otherwise your useless subordinates will become gambling on the stage." One of the seven kills tightened the knife and drew a line between Cao Guangxiao's neck Blood stains.
Cao Guangxiao’s mouth opened with a smile, his stern face showed a rosy, and he snorted coldly in his heart. I was not only a soul-suppressor, I was also a soul-master Qiu Chen before. How heavy is the soul, I just need At a glance, you can be sure about it.
"The soul weighs two, two and four dollars, ten years of life, ten lives in exchange for my subordinates."
"Up to five entries."
"Ten years are not enough."
Seven Killers glanced at each other, and the teasing in their eyes became more intense. One of them added: "You can also end your life, take your life for your life, and the life of a tomb master can still be exchanged for ten soul-suppressors. Fateful."
We're just finished talking here.
The black robe of the seven killers in Taichung is called the soul master. In his hand, he flicks the ink line, and the gold thread is connected to the soul of the peasant woman. He sings gloomily, "The soul weighs two, two and four dollars."
Cao Guangxiao is in the den of thieves, he is not afraid of danger, he can see the weight of his soul at a glance.
On the other side, the middle-aged man with sweaty palms and crunching gums, sitting on the floor slumped with red eyes, hugged his head and whispered, "If you miss a money, you will miss a money. You are the only one who is not dead. Why is it that one extra money made me lose money, I didn’t lose, I still have two silvers, I still have a good life, yes, yes, I still have a good life."