Guardian Chapter 84: Lack of money for gambling ghosts and holding up a round of resentment

"Please." Quan Sanye didn't talk nonsense, leading the way, and turned around to mock, "Young man, my gambling shop has a variety of ways to play, but it's not a rich place or an uncle."

Chen Feng deliberately pretended that I was so poor that I was left with money. I am the uncle, and I am going to make a slaughter tray to kill me. He followed Quan Sanye silently.

Quan Sanye led Chen Feng into the backyard, standing behind the rockery and rubbing the emerald green fingers on his thumbs.

With a turn of the finger, the rockery mirror in front of me was beautiful, shattered to reveal the backyard like a reflection in the mirror.

With Chen Feng as the boundary, the front and rear backyards are exactly the same, except that they are in opposite directions.

Chen Feng's eyes shrunk slightly, his eyes closed, and the misty air is looming, and he has already calculated it in his heart.

The ruins and dust are things of the underworld.

Unexpectedly, this gambling shop is really as I guessed, there are two sides of yin and yang, no wonder there are no traces of fighting, nor Cao Poker and others.

It seems that he was put into the urn and went straight into this shady gambling house.

Chen Feng followed behind Quan Sanye, his mind turned sharply.

I was thinking about whether to capture the thieves and the king first, so I took this third master.

Sanye Quan seemed to feel a little bit, turning his head around with a smile instead of a smile, and said something ambiguous, "If you cross this yin and yang hurdle, be careful."

Chen Feng hasn't spoken yet.

My feet trembled, and the whole shady gambling house trembled for a few minutes.

He blindfolded his eyes, frowning in front of Master Quan.

Countless gray haze air currents and black evil grievances converge towards the main building, and merge into two thicker and thicker air currents in the direction of the main building.

This resentment is so heavy that it is rare in his life.

At least Chen Feng has never seen such a pure and strong resentment spirit in the evil spirits of Beidouke.

San Ye Quan trembled with the ground, his feet stopped, his face was surprised, and he whispered: "Is this done?"

Ignoring Chen Feng, he stepped forward and trot straight in the direction of the main building.

Chen Feng followed closely, two positions behind him, and he was still rehearsing how to capture the king.

The two have their own thoughts and have not yet come close to the main building.

There was a roar of hatred with endless resentment.

"There is a difference? Why is there a difference?"

……

In the main building.

The middle-aged man lost this bet, and he lost it all.

His limbs fell on the ground, his eyes flushed, and he was very annoyed. His face, neck, hands, feet, and body were covered with black and green earthworm patterns.

A broken palm with three broken fingers, opened his mouth, and got in with a grunt.

The middle-aged man is like taking a big tonic pill. His whole body is soaring and his clothes are broken. As the black and green earthworm patterns turn into thick and pulsating blue veins, his face becomes bloated and ugly, and his face is full of Bo Bo Bo Bo sound, there are holes with thick blood blisters.

The voice became deeper, and the voice became a distorted roar.

"There is a difference, ah, why is there a difference."

Continuous broken hands, broken feet, and even heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys flooded into the body of middle-aged people from unknown places.

His ugliness became less and less human, becoming a rotten fleshy ball full of hands, feet and broken parts.

The meatball is getting bigger and bigger, piercing the main building, almost three feet tall.

These hands and feet have not changed their gambling nature during their lifetime, and the money owed to the gambling shop is not paid. They use their body parts as a bet and bet on the parts of the crazy gambler in the last shop.

"There is a difference of one money, why is there a difference of one." The meatball monster roared, and the voice of a person who was not middle-aged roared from his mouth.

" Ten small ones in a row, this one must be bigger."

"The house, wife, and children can all be repaid, please, let me bet on another shop."

"These hands are worth ten taels of silver, dare you not dare to pick them up, come on, open the village."

"Cut off my kidneys, open it to me, no one is allowed to touch my cards."

"The Supreme Monkey King is right, hahaha, return the foot to me, I won, I won, return the foot to me."

……

Endless noise, eventually turned into a violent and excited roar, "It's one money short."

This ghost gambling monster, wantonly sabotage, caught people running around and mentioned the pus before his eyes, and asked fiercely: "Why is there a difference?"

No matter what the person returns in shock, the gambling monster will just put people into their mouths and chew, chewing and roaring, "Not enough, not enough, it's still a shortfall."

"How could this be? It shouldn't be like this." Quan Sanye was stunned, and it was obvious that the ghost gambler monster in front of him was not in his plan.

He was just about to order annihilation.

An even more chilling voice came out.

"Hold for one round, then hold for another round."

The peasant woman's voice was chilly, her soul body was broken, and endless resentment gathered on her.

She was surrounded by evil spirits, and the surrounding environment was like an ice cellar, and the evil spirits of resentment pierced people's hearts.

"One round, one more round, how much money do I have?" The peasant woman's soul has a deep resentment, and there are countless remaining obsessions blessings, which turns into a raging resentment.

This resentment is extraordinary, even the black robe seven killer ghosts, before they have time to escape, they are enveloped in black smoke.

The black robe screamed, and the soul-cutting knife in his hand stabbed, but it opened a small hole in the evil spirit, and in half a breath, it was filled with resentment.

This blow was like a stone sinking into the sea, scared the black robe and seven kills from the body, and was not afraid of exposing the shadow to the risk of annihilation of the sun, and wanted to escape.

The Shame of Resentment rolled directly, and the cold voice of "holding for a round" tore the ghost into fragments.

"Why is there a difference?"

The gambling monster turned into a middle-aged gambling man is roaring and roaring, his body is pus, and he runs rampantly. He is not afraid of being added to the sword and soldiers. Whenever he asks, "Why is there a difference?"

"Hold one round, how many more rounds?"

The evil spirit of the peasant woman's soul turned into a violent yin and cold, and the whole body was angry, floating aimlessly, complaining, "How many more rounds?"

She seems to be delirious, and she is still in a stage of gathering evil spirits.

However, the speed at which she gathers evil spirits has far exceeded the usual grievances.

The soul of resentment turns evil spirits into stages, and the initial obsessions remain persistent, which is called resentment.

The mid-term obsession is condensed, which is called resentment.

In the later period, obsessiveness regenerates itself, which is called resentment.

And the level of resentment of the peasant woman soul, sooner or later, will be detached, and will soon become a resentful spirit.

There are multiple resentful voices, chattering all around her, digging into her body and becoming a part of it.

"Hehehe, he weighs five and two and a dollar, I am born with riches and fate, I am unwilling, unwilling."

"Why is my soul weight two or four dollars, ah, why."

"Why are you stuck here, why can't you get out, let me out, let me out."

"I want to reincarnate, I want to reincarnate, I want to be a human being, ah, I will not let you go by acting as a ghost."

……

The third master Quan saw that the resentment became fierce, not sad but happy, his face showed the rosy drunk, and he clapped his fists excitedly, "It is finished, the resentful spirit will become, and the sword spirit of the sword will become , Not only to explain to Jianlu, but also to Lord An."

He knew that he had made a mistake, and looked back, where was the gambler who was about to gamble.

Chen Feng took advantage of Third Master Quan's loss and ran away early.