"Then, let's play the cards, Mr. Gambler."
Jock slapped his hands on the gambling table, and the cards in front of him were turned over.
"I have a flush! A flush of clubs!" Jock roared angrily, black saliva spurting out from between his dirty lips and teeth, "You also have a flush, Sean, but I have the Ace of Clubs, which is a higher card than yours. same color!
"Go to hell!" He laughed fiercely.
Sean lowered his head and slowly opened his hand: "Mr. Rich, you are right, I am indeed flush...
"But my flush is a straight flush."
Sean's hand, combined with the river card, is club 7, 8, 9, 10, jack.
"God favors the explorers." Sean pointed at his mask with three fingers, holding his chin up.
Peter Rich stood there blankly, looking at Sean's hand. He realized he had a chance to escape.
Behind Sean, Catherine rushed to the gaming table in surprise and stared at the flush on the table in disbelief.
Catherine, who had always been calm, couldn't help but get emotional and held Sean's arm: "Sean!"
Amid the shock, daze, and uproar of the gamblers, Frank closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists: "Holy Father..."
The bartender in a crimson vest couldn't help laughing - he had another good story to tell the patrons.
Outside the door, Phinks, who lowered his head and could not see his eyes, slowly raised his head and stared into the noisy tavern, seeming to be thinking about something...
"Now is the time to cash in your bet," the iron-faced dealer said like a chant.
Sean's soul is unencumbered and the shiny chips are gone. His heart was still beating freshly, returning to his chest.
Catherine held her forehead: "I'm a little confused now... Sean, please explain one by one.
The captain regained his composure and pointed to Sean's chest: "Heart, what's going on? - You don't want to say that you are actually a magician, do you?"
Sean smiled: "Although I'm not a magician, I did perform a magic trick.
“Catherine, as Seekers, aren’t we free to shape the shape of our ectoplasm?
"It can be like an irregular cloud, or it can become an extended tentacle, or it can even be molded into any shape."
Sean's hands gestured, as if he was shaping the air: "Then, I had a sudden idea at the moment Henry mortgaged his heart...
"I tried to overlap the shape of the ectoplasm and the heart, and then completely shape the ectoplasm into the exact same structure as the heart and maintain the same beating - it was a little difficult at first, but it turned out that after practice, it was quite successful."
Catherine's eyes lit up slightly when she heard this: "Then, at the moment when the heart was taken away, you solidified the spiritual essence, replaced the heart, and continued to pump blood throughout the body!
"During the period when you lost your real heart, you had an ectoplasmic heart!"
"Yes." Sean frowned and covered his chest, "However, the beating of the heart is a bit difficult to imitate, it consumes a lot of my energy, and the feeling is not good..."
Catherine put her hand in a fist in front of her mouth—she had never imagined that ectoplasm could be used in this way.
"But..." She still had many doubts, "But why did you do this?"
Sean's eyes turned to Jock, the gambler who was still in a daze: "He is indeed an extremely powerful poker player. His inner wall is unshakable and he has never had any emotional fluctuations. If there were no emotional fluctuations, he would not appear. Deviations in judgment...
“So, I have to destroy his inner peace!
"However, the evil spirit's inner world is extremely weird, and ordinary things will certainly not be able to shake his inner world."
"After much thought, only 'resurrection from the dead' could shake the wall of his heart and cause emotional cracks in his heart..." Sean let out a long breath, "So, I deliberately lost my heart first, and then Resurrection from the dead when he was most excited, plunged him into chaos, shaken the walls of his heart, and created gaps..."
Catherine's eyes narrowed slightly, and she had already followed Sean's thoughts: "Then, after that, you told his real name and his life experiences in the gambling game, which aroused his emotions and made him lose the gambling game. After escaping, he fell into confusion and rage, and followed up on your all-in...
"Indeed."
"But how did you know his real name?" Catherine asked in a low voice, "I mean, how did you know he was Peter Ritchie?"
Sean thought of the day when Daisy's eyes were filled with tears, and said: "As for the identity of the gambler Jock, I had no clue at first...
"However, the moment Jock grabbed Moonlight by the neck, I saw the wedding ring on his hand."
"I know a friend..." Sean closed his eyes and Daisy's face flashed before his eyes, "She still wears the wedding ring from her late husband...
“The ring on Jock’s finger was exactly the same as the one on hers.
"Combined with the story of his ex-husband that my friend told me, I knew at that moment that Jock, the gambler, was Peter Ritchie."
Sean took a deep breath: "Although I have this trump card, I'm not sure that I can completely defeat him with this trump card alone.
“So, I decided to use this trump card at the most critical moment.
"Before that, I decided to fake his death to shake his state of mind..."
Sean sighed easily: "It's a dangerous strategy. But it seems to be the only strategy that can keep us alive - after all, if we continue to gamble, his gambling skills will be better than anyone else, and I will be slower." Lose your chips slowly.
At this time, Catherine was already impressed by Sean: "First lay the foreshadowing, and then focus on the same moment to play all the trump cards in one round, making it impossible for the opponent to stand up..."
Sean, you are an amazing person! Catherine did not say these words, but she was filled with admiration in her heart.
Sean walked up to Peter Rich: "Mr. Rich. It's time to go."
The evil spirit transformed from Peter Rich's soul slowly raised his head: "I almost forgot." His eyes were still dark, but the resentment on his body had receded a lot, like a man who had aged instantly: "You just mentioned Daisy's name first...
"Is this the story she told you about us?
"Is...is she okay?"
Sean sighed: "She's fine. I can feel that even after all this time, she still misses you very much."
Peter Rich nodded slowly: "Me too..."
"Every day I sit here, I..." He threw the soul chip in his hand on the table, "I made the wrong choice. I should have put down the poker and chips, turned around and went home with her...
"oh……"
Only then did Sean realize that evil spirits also have tears.
The black tears washed away his resentment, making this soul gradually clear. He could already see the eyes that showed a little humanity. He turned the wedding ring on his left finger, which was the same style as Daisy's: "This ring, I will wear it forever.
"Mr. Sean, if you see Daisy again, please..." Peter handed the two strung brown dice in the cup next to Sean, "Please give this to her."
Sean's eyes showed surprise: "Isn't this a pendant that can bring good luck?"
Peter smiled again, as if the prank was successful: "Brings you damn good luck. If that were the case, I would have been sieved by a more powerful evil spirit... This is the rumor I spread - I Before, I just wanted to lure experts to gamble with me.
"Of course, it's also to avenge myself..."
Peter was killed by the gang, so he used dice to lure him, and then carried out his own revenge against the gang members through gambling...
"These are just ordinary ivory dice..." The dice pendant dangled in front of his eyes, and Peter stared at it. "But they are a birthday gift from Daisy to me. She obviously didn't want me to gamble, but she still gave me my favorite dice. Give me something...
"Just tell her." He smiled, "Just tell her that Peter finally quit gambling."
Peter Rich stood up and said: "I will never sit at the gambling table again for eternity."
"If...if our souls can still meet one day in the future, let's be an ordinary couple."
After saying this, Peter Rich walked towards the outside of the pub.
At this time, Catherine had woken up Yueguang, who looked a little confused, frowned and rubbed his neck with his hands, seeming very uncomfortable.
Sean glanced at Catherine and Moonlight, then picked up the homeless man who was still talking in his sleep. Several people followed Peter Rich towards the door of the pub.
Frank walked up to Sean: "Sean, thank you..."
Sean nodded slightly: "Although they are all evil spirits, what is better than humans is that evil spirits cannot break their promises.
"Go home quickly. Maybe your family has woken up."
Sean kept walking.
Looking at his back, Frank lowered his head deeply: "Thank you..."
Sean and others followed Peter Rich. When he reached the door, Peter turned around and asked, "Do you know Bill?"
Sean nodded in surprise.
Peter narrowed his eyes and put his lips close to Sean's ear: "Don't believe him. Tell Daisy to stay away from him!"
