Wu Sheng stood up and left, while Zuo Ci drank numbly, wondering what he was thinking, and didn't care about Wu Sheng's comings and goings at all.
Liger Fifteen was already waiting below. When he saw Wu Sheng, he immediately asked: "Mr. Wu, do you still want to bet on the second round of supplementary bets?"
Wu Sheng asked: "What are the odds for the first round? What is the total bet?"
Liger arrived: "One payout is seventy-nine, totaling more than two hundred and forty thousand."
This odds shows that the bet that was not successful was 3,000, and the bet on Liu Zong was 237,000. If there was no change between the two sides in the second round, he would have to chase at least 24,000.
There can be no changes in the second round of replenishment. You can tell from the noise of the gamblers on the field that they will definitely continue to place bets. Of course, it is more likely that there will be more inadvertent replenishment, but to be on the safe side, In order for the bet to be successful, one should bet more than 30,000 yuan.
"How many games has Zuo Ci lost in a row before?"
"Well...Mr. Wu, don't make things difficult for the little demon. It's hard to reveal."
"I know the rules. Check it out for me. I'll play the big game. Otherwise, if I go in and ask him myself, he may not hide it from me."
"How old?"
"It starts at 30,000. As for how big it is, it depends on the number you get. How about it? Hurry up, we don't have time."
Fifteen's two ears immediately trembled, and after a few breaths, it reported a number. When it was reported, even it was a little surprised: "Mr. Zuo has lost one hundred and seventy-two games in a row, give him a beating." I haven’t won since my first bet.”
"So many?" Wu Sheng was also extremely surprised.
"Yes, I lost for three whole days...Mr. Wu, forget it. Xiaoyao has never seen such a loser. Mr. Zuo should win no matter what." Fifteen hesitated to persuade Wu Sheng.
Wu Sheng had a fierce struggle in his heart, to fight or not to fight?
There was not much time left for him to make up his mind, so Wu Sheng finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Zuo Ci can lose one hand and seventy-two, why can't he lose one hundred and seventy-three?
One hundred and seventy-two and one hundred and seventy-three, what's the difference?
Besides, I still have 320,000 yuan with me. Are you afraid of a bird? To help Yan Boqiao, Lu Tong and others unite, the price is one hundred and eighty thousand. How come you are so picky when betting?
Thinking of this, I suddenly felt relaxed, just think that I failed to catalyze Hedao!
"Deposit fifty thousand, it won't work!"
"This...Mr. Wu..."
"go!"
Wu Sheng finally went to place his bet. Wu Sheng returned to Zuo Ci and tried his best to look at Zuo Ci's eyebrows, but he didn't see any sign of blackening. He thought to himself, what's wrong with Zuo Ci? Why is it like this?
While I was thinking wildly, the results of the second round of replenishment were announced. The bet was completed and the game could be ended. The odds of success or failure were 10 to 92!
Wu Sheng filled a cup for himself and drank it slowly. He suppressed the worry about gains and losses in his heart and kept comforting himself. It was only fifty thousand, so it was just down the drain. I have a lot of money, so what?
Wu Sheng was deeply attracted by Liu Zong and Cheng Buzhou's fighting skills, but it was not because of the excitement and mystery. All his focus was on winning or losing. Whenever Cheng Buzhou was in danger, his heart skipped a beat. Whenever Cheng Buzhou took advantage, his heart skipped a beat. He just stared at the fight on the stage for half an hour.
Finally, Cheng Buzhou successfully killed Liu Zong despite being seriously injured. Wu Sheng breathed a long sigh of relief. What he saw in his eyes was the blood of the two people on Tianlu Platform, but what he thought of was the crashing of colorful stones.
Bet 51,000 and make a net profit of 469,000!
One hundred and seventy-three losing games in a row, I want to see how many games you lose!
In each subsequent round, Wu Sheng set the bet at 10,000.
"Come fifteen, let's bet on Hongying! Ten thousand..."
"Bai Hongju, ten thousand..."
"The one on the left side of Tianlu Terrace, 10,000..."
"The one on the right, ten thousand..."
Liger Fifteen was wagging its tail happily, coming and going, as happy as if it had won a bet. It handed the colorful stone it won to Wu Sheng, then took the bet from Wu Sheng and went quickly. Place your bet.
Until the 211th one.
Zuo Ci suddenly stood up and knocked down the table next to him, spilling wine and fruits on the floor. He stared at the victorious spiritual beast on the Tianlu platform for a long time, feeling as if he had been granted amnesty.
Wu Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. After a day and a night, his mental state was not right. Now he finally woke up from the hazy state and his consciousness returned to normal, just like one morning when he went out and stretched himself.
Zuo Ci stood there for a long time, then suddenly turned around, clenched his fists and shouted at Wu Sheng: "I finally won! I won!"
Wu Sheng nodded with a smile and kept nodding: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zuo!"
Zuo Ci lay down on the ground, ignoring the spilled wine and fruits on the ground, looking at the sky and murmuring: "Finally won."
Wu Sheng sat next to him and comforted him: "Yes, it's not easy to win... Lao Zuo, what's the matter with you? Lose so miserably?"
Zuo Ci seemed to be crying and laughing at the same time: "I found it myself, I found it myself!"
Wu Sheng said: "Tell me..." He turned around and saw the liger Fifteen outside, looking towards him with its two paws raised up and gesticulating. It turned out that another round of gambling had begun, and it was anxious to ask Wu Sheng. Place your bet.
It wasn't until Wu Sheng shook his head at it to indicate that he didn't want to play anymore that it lay down in despair, its head hanging down on the stone steps, waiting for Wu Sheng quietly.
Zuo Ci had already begun his narration: "After fighting with Yun Jishi, I also saved some colorful stones in my hand, so I was thinking about some long-term way to make money. By chance, I learned that Fengshan produces strange lotus roots. , this is a good thing, so I planned to try this trade route, so I handed over 10,000 colorful stones to Qingyaoshan and got the seal of Fengshan... But who knew that before I could pick the strange lotus root, I encountered a farmer. father."
"Farmer?"
"You haven't heard of it? You haven't heard of it? You don't know about this guy covered in golden light? Does the mythical beast Yanhuo know about it?"
"Tired of fire? Ah... this, um... cough... I know, I know."
"Gengfu and Yanhuo are both unlucky. The difference is that he will be unlucky when he meets Yanhuo, and he will be unlucky after meeting Gengfu... Hey, someone Zuo did it on a whim. I ran over and took a look, wanting to see which immortal god this golden light was, but the result..."
Wu Sheng finally understood: "So, Lao Zuo, you came to Wugo Mountain to spread your bad luck?"
Zuo Ci said: "Everything has gone wrong for Zuo since he met the farmer. When he was in Fengshan, not only did he not see a single strange lotus root, but all kinds of misfortunes happened to him, and he almost escaped death. He finally came back. There is no other way but to come here to get rid of the bad luck. I finally won just now, which completely dissipated all the bad luck."
Wu Sheng praised: "This is a good method, thank you for coming up with it."
Zuo Ci sighed: "The method is a good one, but the bad luck is so serious that it is beyond expectation. Originally, I asked an expert to make a divination, and if I lose a hundred and seventy times in a row, I can almost eliminate the bad luck. Who knows?" It actually took more than two hundred times. In the last dozen times, Zuo almost lost confidence... Anyway, he finally got through it. Wu Daoyou, thank you for your company. Without you, I have been with you all the time. Follow the bet, Zuo really doesn’t know how he can survive it..."
After saying that, he stood up and bowed deeply to Wu Sheng: "Please accept Zuo Mou's bow!"
