At this time, Zhan Changfeng was in the splendid reception room and saw that the visitor was a gambler. He was a little surprised, but said nothing.
The gambler was afraid that she would misunderstand the casino, so he took the initiative and said, "I'm not a trustee. I was just accepted as the second disciple by the gambling king."
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist." Zhan Changfeng nodded.
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for breaking the tenth level record." The gambler originally saw that someone had broken Master's record, and he was full of fighting spirit. But after hearing Master say that this person has no gambling intention, he gave up the idea and gambled with people who have no gambling intention. How interesting.
The gambler picked up the storage bag entrusted by the steward and said, "This is Fellow Taoist's bonus. Please keep it. I will take Fellow Taoist away from the secret passage of the casino to save you some trouble."
"If you have the heart, it's no wonder that the Golden Bag Casino has been around for so long."
"Real gambling can only occur in a good gambling atmosphere, and this is what it should be." The gambler was still a little worried, "You Taoist Taoist must have studied the majors and majors quite deeply."
Zhan Changfeng received 30 million, "average."
When ordinary people say "average", people may think that she is being modest or taking advantage of her. However, when a gambler thinks about her dice-rolling technique, regardless of her consciousness and strength, her technique is indeed quite average. She should not be a frequent gambler. It’s just that this time he won over his spiritual consciousness.
This kind of victory is not a gambler's victory. In the gambler's heart, he doesn't even regard her as a competitor, but as a relatively powerful monk, so he no longer raises the issue and asks the steward to lead the way and escort her away.
Zhan Changfeng suddenly asked, "Can I still gamble?"
The steward calmly answered the words, "To prevent anyone from worrying about you, it's better for you to leave as soon as possible. If something happens, our casino cannot bear the responsibility, and there may be people waiting outside. If you really want to gamble, you can go to the back three Play a few games at Qianle Casino or Baizi Casino on the street, there are also many high-value bonuses there.”
"That makes sense." She must have been blacklisted.
After entering the underground secret passage and walking for a while, the steward said, "There are five forks ahead, which lead to five places. There are signs at the forks. You can choose on your own. To avoid suspicion, I will not follow you. Don’t worry, those places are remote places and usually no one is there.”
"Thank you."
When Zhan Changfeng got closer, he found that there were four roads in the city, and one road led directly to the outside of the city.
She chose one of them, and came out of a B&B courtyard. She sensed that there was no one in the B&B. She changed into a simple black robe, changed into a young face, and went out from the small door next to the courtyard. There was a narrow alley outside. .
The streets of the casino were deserted during the day, but suddenly became lively at night, as if they were alive.
Zhan Changfeng walked to the street, people were coming and going, and the sky was full of shouts. This was the black market in the gambling city.
Some people gamble so much that they lose everything, and some losers will go out and set up stalls at night to sell other people's lost spiritual beasts, magic weapons, and other things, and even people.
The seller's boss would hold a pole with two yellow lanterns hanging on it, and the bright light would reflect the faces of the goods.
Goods are usually lost by oneself, and sometimes they are lost by one's father or mother, wife, husband, son or daughter, master or disciple. Of course, they may have been someone's father, mother, wife, husband, or daughter. .Sons, disciples, etc., but now they are branded as slaves and openly sold.
Some people are crying, it doesn't matter, the boss will let them cry hard, that way they will appear strong and energetic.
Our lives are like this, who is to blame?
The longer I stay in the monastic world, the more I realize that there is no fairness at all. If you want fairness, you need strength. Sometimes strength alone is not enough, you also need power.
The street was as bright as day, but the wind passing through was cold and silent. Some people shrank their necks, stamped their feet, and swayed the lanterns in their hands.
Zhan Changfeng raised his head and looked at the night sky with twinkling stars, his eyes darkened slightly. The stars on his right were bright, but there was a bloody disaster.
She couldn't tell who was in front and who was behind, and whether there was any connection between them. She held down the Jing Jian Soul Seal and recalled the previous events. The memories regressed in her mind one after another, until a young man with a horse face appeared. This person was definitely there at that time. The problem is that she has changed her appearance and body. As long as she does not return to the inn, the dispute should be resolved. Starting from the horse-faced young man, she pushes forward again and returns to the third hall.
When she opened Yiqihuayuan, she felt a few strange eyes, but when she walked through the secret passage, her face changed again, and she couldn't get rid of it?
Zhan Changfeng returned to the old place and carefully observed the crowded and noisy crowd of spectators. He suddenly noticed that a frail monk with a mustache made a gesture with his lowered hand, which seemed to be some kind of tracking seal.
She looked around inadvertently, but unfortunately there were many monks on the street, so she could not spread her spiritual consciousness on a large scale. After all, for monks, it would be humiliating for other people to test their spiritual consciousness on themselves.
If it is really a tracking seal, and it is so effective that there is no trace, I am afraid that we will encounter a troublesome robbery gang.
Zhan Changfeng walked and walked, going to the busiest places, relaxing his mind in secret, and listening to the Dharma through the Four Symbol Truths. All kinds of thoughts came over his ears, and a few unusual voices were picked out.
"This idiot is still shopping, hahaha."
"Takuma, why is it my turn to spy again?"
"Oh, it would be great if I won 30 million, forget it, I can't spend it all alive anyway."
.....
Zhan Changfeng was determining the specific locations of these sounds when a voice suddenly interrupted, "You dropped something."
Zhan Changfeng followed the sound and couldn't be sure who had spoken, but he saw a short, fat middle-aged man in brocade leaning on a pole hanging two yellow lanterns near the entrance of the alley. The lantern paper might have been used for a long time. It was a little dark, and the light coming out was not bright. It was so dark that people could not clearly see the faces of the people under the lamp.
He held a rope in his hand and tied up a bunch of people. Because the people he was selling were ordinary people, he didn't use forbidden spirit shackles or other items. He used ordinary hemp rope.
These people tied with hemp ropes were either sitting on the ground or standing against the wall, lifeless. Ordinary people were tied with ordinary hemp ropes. It was an extremely ordinary sight.
Zhan Changfeng passed over their expressions and looked at the old man sitting against the wall at the feet of the brocaded middle-aged man. He was wearing a shabby and dirty black rag that could not be seen as a blanket or a coat. His bare hands and feet hid the dirt. Nurgle's black oil shone, and his face was hidden from the light of the lamp, but he was looking at her.
Zhan Changfeng subconsciously listened to his voice, but heard nothing. Was he in a higher state of mind than hers?
But he is indeed a mortal, a mortal old man without a trace of cultivation. At least for now.
"Are you talking to me?" Zhan Changfeng looked at him through the not-so-bright light.
The middle-aged man in brocade thought that a guest had arrived, and smiled attentively, "You can choose whichever one you like, and I guarantee that everyone will be healthy and active!"
"You dropped something." He repeated in a hoarse voice, looking impartially.
The corners of Zhan Changfeng's lips were slightly raised, and he was unpredictable in mood and anger, "So?"
"I can pick it up for you."
"Can't I pick it up myself?"
He seemed to be laughing, his shoulders shaking slightly, "You don't know what you lost."
The middle-aged man in brocade kicked him, "What nonsense are you talking about, old man?"
After saying that, he bowed to Zhan Changfeng and said, "This old man is quite strong. I can buy it to look after the gate. He can also cook. If you are interested, I will make a loss-making deal and only charge you ten spiritual stones. You look..."
Zhan Changfeng knelt down and put ten spirit stones into his hand, "You can come with me, or you can continue to sit here. What do you want?"
His rough and dirt-filled palms felt heavy, and the warm touch of the spiritual stone reached his heart. He suddenly hesitated...
A figure suddenly rushed up from the side, inserted in front of Zhan Changfeng and the old man, and gave the old man a bear hug in great excitement, "Old man, you are truly a god! Come back with me, I will treat you as a guest!" "
