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In the ghost town of Dongming, there are no living people and all the ghosts come and go. Even Bian Ya, who has always been heartless, feels gloomy and clings tightly to Wei Shiqi, never leaving.
Wei Shiqi held Bian Ya's little hand and walked step by step in the inner city. At a familiar corner, he did not find any familiar shop. Instead, he found a strange gambling house with shiny silver hooks hanging under the eaves. The nanmu plaque is inscribed with the four characters "Silver Hook Gambling House".
People come and go, in and out, some are happy and some are sad, some are happy and some are sad.
The silver hook hanging under the eaves dangled, reminding Wei Shiqi of his memory, and he couldn't help but want to laugh. Silver Hook Gambling House, Gutter Gambling House, capsize in the gutter, what a good fortune!
Wei Shiqi couldn't pass the door, and then passed five or six stores. Sure enough, a brothel stood on the corner of the street, with flickering lights and a ghostly atmosphere. The dark red paper lantern was written with regular ink characters, which read "Ming Yue". The three words "lou".
He vaguely guessed the Mingyue Tower of Silver Hook Gambling House.
Dongming City is not a replica of Liantao City. Dongming City is the sandbox of Liantao City. Chu Tianyou has incredible skills and created a city out of thin air. From this, he can deduce various possibilities. Although he cannot take into account all situations, it is comprehensive. Compared with I don't know how much better it would be if I made a change rashly.
He listened to Wei Shiqi's words. In time, the inner city of Liantao City would also undergo the same changes.
"Uncle Chu is really planning to build a gambling house and brothel in the inner city?" Bian Ci looked around for a few times, quite curious.
"Go in and take a look?"
Bian Ci was a little moved, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Let's go to the gambling house, Mingyue Tower... forget it, okay?"
Wei Shiqi smiled slightly, put his arm around her shoulders, and turned back towards the place where the silver hook swayed.
Stepping into the casino, a ghost servant floated forward, bent down and stretched out his hand, making a "please come in" gesture. Wei Shiqi looked around and saw that there were more than ten gambling tables set up in the gambling shop. The dealers were all female ghosts, with graceful looks and expressionless faces.
Wei Shiqi found a deserted gambling table nearby, and saw the croupier pushing a lottery tube in front of him. The tube was made of bamboo. It had been rubbed for a long time and was as moist as jade. The shapes of mountains and rivers were engraved around it. Three identical bamboo tubes. The bamboo sticks undulate inside the tube, as if suspended in water.
The croupier reached into his pocket and took out the bamboo sticks. There were three bamboo sticks, two short and one long, about half an inch apart. She showed the bamboo sticks back and forth several times. After everyone confirmed that they were correct, she put her palms together, rubbed them, and dropped them into the tube. Turning his wrist and shaking, the bamboo sticks turned into a group of shadows, colliding with each other, making a clattering sound, and then stopped after a moment.
The dealer stretched out his index finger and tapped one of the bamboo sticks. The bamboo stick immediately floated a few inches, higher than the other two. She opened her palms and pointed them diagonally towards the gaming table, signaling for everyone to place bets.
There are three circles drawn on the gambling table, one red and two black. There is a word "long" in the red circle and a word "short" in the black circle. One person hesitated and placed a bunch of paper money in the red circle, as if it was a signal. One after another, people placed bets on either the red circle or the black circle.
After placing the bet, the croupier flicked the chosen bamboo stick with his finger. The bamboo stick jumped out of the tube and fell onto the gaming table. It was clearly a long stick.
The dealer took out the remaining two lots from the lot box and placed them side by side with the long lot. One was long and the other was short. There were no mistakes or omissions. She accepted the gambling money in the black circle and paid out the gambling money in the red circle. She made a profit every time she went in and out.
Wei Shiqi watched a few games. The rules for betting on "long and short draws" are simple and clear. If you bet wrong, you will lose everything. If you bet on the long draw, you will lose one. If you bet on the short draw, you will pay one. The gambling house is too quiet. No matter the croupier, ghost servants or gamblers, everyone is silent, winning silently, losing silently, winning enough or losing all, and then leaving silently. The gambling house is like a huge There is no excitement at all in the tomb.
Wei Shiqi looked at the gambling tables one by one. In addition to "long and short lottery", there were also gambling games such as Pai Gow, dice, leaf cards, etc., all of which were "gambling games" with immediate wins and losses, catering to the mentality of gamblers.
After staying in the gambling house for a long time, the yin energy was overwhelming and made him feel very uncomfortable. Bian Ci rubbed his arms with his hands. Seeing that Wei Shiqi was very interested, he suppressed his words.
Wei Shiqi looked around, summoned a ghost servant, and threw him a bright red pill. The ghost servant put the pill under his nose and sniffed it, his face looked happy, and he immediately gave it to him in exchange for five bundles of paper money. .
The paper money is extremely light in weight and is tightly tied with fine linen ropes. Three of the bundles are bundled together randomly, but the other two bundles are different. One is bound by tortoise shell and the other is bound by a group. He's so knowledgeable, but I really can't recognize him.
In the distant past, a time that was almost forgotten, he spent a lot of time studying rope bondage, downloaded a lot of videos and pictures, and tried it himself. Of course, he couldn't find a suitable test subject, so he just tried it briefly.
He was a senior theoretician and a discerning connoisseur who spent many sleepless nights doing this as a pastime.
Many years later, on an unexpected occasion and in an unexpected way, he saw the rope tied again. Wei Shiqi felt cordial. He couldn't restrain his curiosity, picked up a bunch of paper money tied by the turtle shell and asked : "Who tied this paper money?"
The ghost servant showed fear on his face, babbling and gesticulating for a long time, and finally choked out four words: "Master Ghost King."
If there is a ghost city, there must be a ghost king. What kind of person would be bored and use ropes in a place like this? Wei Shiqi felt quite regretful about the fate.
He casually took out three bundles of paper money and placed them in the red circle. The croupier popped out the bamboo stick and it turned out to be a long one, which cost Wei Qiyi one bet.
Although he was bearish on winning or losing, he was very lucky. Wei Shiqi did not show any tricks, so he bet casually. One moment he bet on the red circle, the other moment he bet on the black circle. He actually won more and lost less. Without any time, the paper money in front of him piled up. It must be like a hill, making people jealous.
Bian Ya cheered, but Bian Ci was worried.
Wei Shiqi gambled for a while, and suddenly felt his enthusiasm waned. He pushed all the paper money into the red circle and said: "For the last one, either go upstairs or move the bricks downstairs."
Although it is a sand table deduction, everything that a casino should have is available here, including the croupier with twitching mouth, the ghost servant with a fierce look, and the envious gamblers. Everyone's expression is very reserved and only clicks.
The "last hand" of Wei Shiqi became the focus of Silver Hook Casino, attracting almost everyone's attention. The croupier's iceberg face, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, finally showed some expression. His fingers trembled slightly and he didn't play it for a long time.
Except for Wei Shiqi, no one else placed bets. In the red circle, paper money piled up like a mountain. If he lost again, the croupier couldn't explain it, so he had to buy a piece of tofu and kill him.
If only ghosts could die again.
At this time, heavy footsteps sounded in the back hall of the gambling house, and a sturdy man walked out slowly, with sunken eyes, a straight nose, and extremely tough facial lines, like an ax chopping a knife, with a strong back and a strong body. Xuanang, only his right leg is slightly lame. Even though he walks as steadily as a mountain, it makes people sigh with regret. How can such a good man lose his legs and feet?
The gamblers who were watching were divided on both sides. The croupiers stopped their hands one by one, and the ghost servant bowed in greeting. Wei Shiqi glanced at him, guessed his identity, knocked on the gaming table with his fingers, and said: "Let's open the treasure." r1058
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