Sean stopped playing with the chips, and the moonlight behind him and Catherine's face became a little ugly.
The round glasses stretched out a hand: "You can call me Frank."
Sean shook his hand. It was stiff and cold, and it didn't even look like a living hand: "Xiao."
"Frank, I'm curious." Sean asked, "What attracted you to such a gamble?"
"Xiao, I just said that everyone who comes here must have their own story." Frank sighed, and he found three chips from the many chips in front of him.
He carefully coded the first one: "This is my wife, her name is Tiffany. She is a very charming woman who loves to laugh."
Then came the second one: "This is my eldest son, Rick. He loves reading, and I think he's a little genius."
Then he coded the third one: "This is my little son, Max. The little guy is very experienced and likes to play pranks..."
Under the mask, Sean's face was full of shock - using the souls of his family as chips in a gamble? What's going on with this guy?
After the cards were dealt, Frank coughed softly: "We'll talk about it later."
If it were Sean in the past, after learning that he was gambling on human souls, and that there was a poker player next to him who had his own family among the chips, he would have been unable to concentrate on the gambling game no matter what.
However, when the cards were dealt to him, his mind calmed down and became clear - his soul was already very strong and his nerves were much stronger than ordinary people.
In the fourth round, Sean and Frank split the chips on the gambling table.
Frank continued: "I got into trouble with a character who took revenge on me and made my family lose their souls.
“I searched for many people and tried many methods, but I couldn’t get them back.
“Later, I had a dream and learned that my family’s souls had fallen to Undercurrent Street, so I tried to find a way to get here…
"I spent a long time, little by little, to win them all back -
"However, if you want to get their souls back into the body, ordinary methods won't work. I have to earn enough souls before someone here will help me.
"I'm still looking forward to the day when I can meet them again." Frank shrugged his eyebrows on his round spectacles, and there was a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.
Sean couldn't tell his age, but the years had left deep traces on his face.
"Then you'd better leave this gambling table." Regardless of whether Frank's story is true or false, Sean must win enough chips.
Frank smiled: "Are you really that powerful? I would like to see it..."
On the opposite side, the toad, who was a little impatient after losing, roared dissatisfiedly, his voice sounding like swamp gas rising up from the bottom of the swamp: "Shut up...shut up!"
Sean's eyes suddenly became dangerous, and a rusty sharp blade appeared on each shoulder: "It's you who should shut up."
The evil spirit was so frightened by Sean's aura that he just twitched his face and mumbled something without daring to reply.
The hard-faced dealer stopped what he was doing and watched to see if there would be a conflict between Sean and another customer. After finding that both parties had calmed down, she continued to shuffle the cards.
Catherine, who was sitting behind Sean, felt a sense of relief inexplicably - she still remembered the lost Sean in the spiritual world on the Central Avenue... In contrast, at this time, he was already a mentally strong explorer.
After a few rounds, Sean successfully harvested all the Dust Man's chips - he emerged from the dust wailing, with severe burn marks all over his body, and disappeared while floating in the air.
Although Sean had to lose chips sometimes, he was able to control his losses very well: "When the wind is against you, try to lose less, and when the wind is tailwind, try to win as much as possible. However, there are enemies every day, so don't believe in evil."
“Playing Texas is that easy.”
Listening to Sean's whisper, Yueguang, who was very poor at poker, couldn't help but have a hallucination - he felt that this game really seemed to be very easy under Sean's hands!
Then, Toad also lost all his chips. He smashed the gambling table angrily, but he was soon "invited" out by the evil spirit in the tavern who was wrapped in thorn chains. With the bartender around, it seemed like no evil spirit dared to cause trouble in the tavern.
Then, only Sean, Frank and Skull were left at the gaming table.
The remaining evil spirit is not superior in poker skills, but he has more chips and plays more cautiously.
An hour later, Sean and Frank were like two sharks, devouring the skeleton's cock until every bit was left.
The evil spirits that can easily harvest human lives in real life are just the prey of two humans in the gambling game.
Finally, Sean and Frank were left staring at each other. According to common sense, Texas is a winner-take-all game, but it is okay to quit midway.
Frank stared at Sean, as if considering whether to start a duel.
Sean sat motionless, his foggy mask of the unknown sea making him look particularly deep and mysterious.
Frank could see Sean's eyes beneath the mask.
After a while, Frank raised his hands and said with a smile: "Oh my god - it feels like I am confronting a god...
“Not many people can win consistently at the Sulfur Tavern, and I’m lucky enough to be one of them.
"Because I have an advantage. When I encounter a shark that is stronger than me, I will take the initiative to give in - Xiao, you are stronger than me, I won't play with you anymore..."
"This is also my expectation." Sean nodded.
He stood up, and only then did Sean and the three of them see his lower body.
Frank's belly was open, and the internal organs inside could be seen. There was obviously something missing in his belly, and some of the internal organs were slightly rotten - this was the reason for the smell that Sean smelled...
Frank smiled apologetically: "This is a profound lesson, a 'memorial' left for me..."
"How did this happen?" Sean asked with narrowed eyes.
Frank lowered his voice: "Xiao, there is another gambling game here, and you have enough chips in your hand to join.
"In that bet, if you win, you can get unexpected treasures...
“However, your opponent is probably the strongest player in the world—including the human world and the depths of the world.
"Yes. I lost. I once lost until I only had three chips left, and I also paid some... stuff in my stomach to get out of that gambling game.
“Believe me, this is a huge blessing.
“So, every time I come to play cards, I have to pay some chips so that I can continue to support myself…
"It makes my journey to realize my wish difficult, but what can I do?" Frank shrugged.
Sean clenched a chip in his hand: "Frank, you mean, there is a gambling game where players' organs can be used as chips?"
Frank nodded: "Yes, in that gambling game, the player can mortgage his organs, soul... everything he owns.
"And anyone who plays against that legendary poker player will suffer a painful lesson no matter what."
Sean spoke faster: "How can I join that bet?"
At this time, Sean already had more than a hundred soul chips in front of him - he knew what he was capable of, so he had no fear of failure.
Frank hesitated: "Xiao, I'm not sure whether I should tell you..."
"Tell me." Sean nodded.
“Okay…” Frank took a few steps closer, “Take your chips, go to the bar, and ask the bartender for a drink.
"You said you wanted a glass of Gambling Jock's private wine collection.
"Drink that green grog and you'll be sitting across from Jock the Gambler."
"Gambler Jock"? Sean and the three looked at each other...one of the five sinkers in Undercurrent Street?
