Guardian Chapter 82: This is how the remnant soul came from

  The middle-aged man has flushed complexion, blue lips, faint green veins on his forehead, and a terrible complexion, and he walks quickly to the preparation room for the preparation of gambling products.

  "Stop." The black robe seven kills said the soul master raised his hand, and a willow leaf cleaning pig knife stopped the middle-aged from going.

  The horrible complexion of the middle-aged man changed, he nodded and bowed, put on a frankly compensating smile, and said in a low voice: "Master, that's my mother in there. I am the beneficiary of the division of silver. It is because of my filial piety. Come on, let me go in and talk to my mother."

  "filial piety?" The black robe snorted coldly, "How much is it worth?"

  "I understand, I understand." The middle-aged man closed his sleeves, tremblingly took out two or two pieces of broken silver and handed it over.

  The Seven Kills in the black robe did not speak, and did not accept the silver, and shook his head inwards.

  The middle-aged man made two noises, collected the money, and walked in, and within two steps, he was stopped by the Seven Killers in the black robe.

  He has a somber voice, "The price has increased, five taels."

  "You..." The middle-aged man looked angry, and swallowed out the silver, silently stuffing it into the hands of the seven black robe killers.

  Black Robe Seven Kills was satisfied and let go. Shaking his silver and looking at the back of the croaking middle-aged man, he sneered: "I don't want it, you have to give it. I don't understand this rule. I deserve to be played by labor and capital. "

  The middle-aged man walks swiftly with his head buried in his head, listening in his ears, deafening.

  It's just that his face turned dark and purple, and the hatred in his eyes was as real.

  The middle-aged man entered the preparation room. She had already followed a certain rule, and said that the soul of the peasant woman who became awkward after the soul had a subtle look in her eyes. She was busy asking: "How much am I? How much am I? Yes. It’s not two, two or three, is it, is it."

  The middle-aged man seemed to have changed his person. He immediately knelt in front of the peasant woman’s soul, snotting and tearing, pounding his chest and crying, "Mother, my son is incompetent. It’s one money short."

   "It's one money short." The peasant woman's soul kept talking about one money short, and the brilliance in her eyes gradually dissipated. When the brilliance was exhausted, the soul was useless.

  The middle-aged man buried his head to hide his hatred, his voice was crying, but his face was distorted, "We are almost able to buy a big mansion, and your descendants will almost become rich. Your grandson almost has the money to pay Miss Tang's betrothal gift to the silk cloth house. You have to hold on and hold on for a few more rounds. I won't bet anymore. Just splitting is enough. You are alone, you can To complete our Hou family for several generations, you took care of your family, raised your children and your grandchildren before you were alive. You can't let go of them after you die. You can hold them for a few more rounds, just a few rounds."

   "Ah... there is still a chance, ah... hold on for a few more rounds, help me up, I can hold on for a few more rounds." The spirit of the peasant woman who heard this, almost collapsed in her eyes, relying on A wave of obsession, but also abruptly stopped the decline.

  She babbled, she kept chanting, "A few more rounds, I can hold a few more rounds."

  "The time has come." The gloomy voice of the seven killings in the black robe rang out. The middle-aged man knelt on his knees and wiped his tears, banged his head three times, and turned around again with an honest face.

   "Master, my mother can still hold it." The middle-aged man nodded and bowed, with a look of flattery, and directly put all the points into the hands of the black robe seven killers, "Thank you for the trouble, the next round, How much weight is my mother’s soul, how much you win, and you get 30%, no, no, 50%, how about 50%."

  The middle-aged man prepares for the "love performance" black robe seven kills in a glance. This will see him look like this, and all the ghosts are disgusting.

  He put away the silver tandem, waved his hand, and drove the flies away, casually saying, "Twenty-two is the same."

  "Hey hey, thank you, Lord." The middle-aged man bowed in a hurry, and walked away quickly, with a flash of hatred on his face, gritted his teeth, and the gambler’s crazy expression climbed up his face, "No I still have a life if I lose my capital. This one will have a ten-year life. If it is not allowed, I will stop it."

  When the middle-aged man walked far away, the Seven Killers in the black robe looked inward, and saw that the peasant woman’s soul was still muttering "a few more rounds". She couldn't stop her sarcasm, and shouted inward: "This soul is still It works, it works."

   didn't know who he was calling.

  Anyway, when no one came, I saw a sword light slashing, and the peasant woman’s chest was hollowed out.

  I don’t know why this Raoshizi sword can cut the soul?

  If Chen Feng were here, he would surely recognize that this remnant soul, who lacked the weight, came from like this.

  But, since Nandouke’s seven kills group claimed that the soul master is here, how did those remnants of souls be detained by the soul-suppressing envoy of the Department of Soul-Restoring?

  The second round of gambling products came to the stage, and it was still the peasant woman's soul who looked dizzy and kept chanting "a few more rounds" in her mouth.

  Cao Guangxiao glanced intently and frowned slightly. He could not see the weight of the soul, but he found that the state of the peasant woman's soul was not right.

  "The signs of dissolving grievances are very strong. You are forcing good into grievances. Are you... consciously raising grievances?"

  "So what?" One of the guys cut out his ears and took out a finger of yellow soup.

  He shook his hand, disgusted and said: "This corpse is really useless. It only took a long time before it started to smell."

  Another guy from Seven Kills touched his body, and said with satisfaction: "My living person is not bad, it was rewarded by Seven Kills 2."

  "Hey? Where did he go? Why didn't I see him."

  "Hey, I went to Canglan Mountain. I heard that there is something important, I'm afraid it will be better if I go there."

  "The protruding corpse, hahaha, it is better to go to the Singer Courtyard of the Life and Death Market to play with female ghosts."

  The two of them opened up their voices and ignored Cao Guangxiao's existence.

  The seven kills in the black robe in the field began to ask "how much money" again.

  The two guys tightened their knives and forced them to question Cao Guangxiao.

  The sweat on Cao Guangxiao’s forehead came out, and he began to speculate that this woman’s soul weighs a minimum of two and two, and a maximum of seven and two. The last game said it was two and four. Since it has been artificially lacking Less than two, then the minimum will not be followed, there is no minimum, only lower.

  According to the hollowness and state of the peasant woman’s soul, Cao Guangxiao steadied his hand, "The soul weighs two and two."

  Cao Guangxiao finished assessing the weight of his soul, and began to weigh his soul with seven kills in the black robe on the court.

  Lack of Jin Shaoliang is not because there is no soul weight. For Chen Feng, the Yin and Yang books are not in the grade, so the soul weight is not displayed. If he uses ordinary tools for weighing the house to weigh the soul, he can still weigh a few dollars. , But for him who is used to high-end goods such as Linglong scales, let him use ordinary tools to wear down his life and soul. Put you here, would you?

  There is no such scruples about Nandouke’s soul master, what? You say Yangshou? Sorry, Le Ben is a ghost in the underworld.

  Then they also set up this casino to charge Yangshou gambling money?

  Living Yangshou is a good thing for femininity, and everyone who understands it understands it.

  An elongated gloomy voice came, "The soul is two and two."

  Cao Guangxiao secretly sighed.

  At the same time, the middle-aged man who was nervous to sweat, laughed wildly, with a grim expression, "Two or two, really two or two, I won, hahaha, I won, take advantage of this to get angry, come again One hand, one hand, the last hand, the one who is not dead, you support the labor and management for another round."