"Honey, I was wrong, please don't hit me."

Liang Yueling crouched on the ground, her hands covering her head, curling up in pain. However, Gao Ping showed no sign of stopping and became increasingly ruthless.

Five minutes passed before Gao Ping, perhaps exhausted from the beating, walked to the sofa and sat down, glaring at Liang Yueling as he spoke:

"Get some food for that God of Wealth inside, put it where she can't reach it, make her drool, and see if she can resist!"

Liang Yueling, not even bothering to eat, limped into the kitchen to start making noodle soup for Xiao Yanbao.

Gao Ping, who had just logged onto the gambling website while sitting on the sofa, seemed to be annoyed by the slow internet speed in the living room. He held up his phone and started looking for a place with better internet speed in the room. After looking around, he found that Guan Xiaoyanbao's room had the best internet speed.

Gao Ping didn't go directly into Guan Xiaoyanbao's room. Instead, he went to the kitchen to see what Liang Yueling was preparing for Xiaoyanbao. Seeing that Liang Yueling had made a bowl of clear soup noodles, he frowned and kicked Liang Yueling's thigh.

"Get her a fried egg, the soft-boiled kind!"

Liang Yueling nodded quickly. Gao Ping left the kitchen cursing, but when he came to Xiao Yanbao, the hostility on his face had disappeared, replaced by a kind and gentle smile.

If a stranger met Gao Ping, they would surely think he was a learned and cultured man. Who would have thought that beneath that facade lay a tyrannical and deranged psychopath...

"Little friend, you said before that it would be unlucky for Uncle to step with his left foot first. Uncle already had bad luck while eating. Will he have bad luck again next?"

Xiao Yanbao was trying to turn on her smartwatch, but because her hands were wrapped together with tape, she couldn't reach the power button. Just then, Gao Ping suddenly walked in. Luckily, Gao Ping didn't notice what Xiao Yanbao was doing.

Seeing that Gao Ping seemed to believe what she had just said, Xiao Yanbao, with a bitter face, looked up at Gao Ping who had moved closer, and hesitantly began to speak:

"Your bad luck hasn't passed yet, but if you want to know when your luck will improve, you'll have to let me do a divination for you."

"Oh? Kid, you can tell fortunes? Okay, tell me a divination stick and see how my fortune is today?"

After choking on his food, Gao Ping began to believe some of what Xiao Yanbao had said before. He came in this time partly because the internet speed in the room was faster, and partly because he wanted to build a relationship with Xiao Yanbao and try to get Li Qicheng's or the old man's phone number tonight.

Hearing a little girl of about three years old asking him to have her fortune told, Gao Ping became interested, after all, he had been interested in the Book of Changes when he was in school.

"Uncle, you have to let me go so I can find three more coins."

Xiao Yanbao's plan was to have Gao Ping untie his hands, and then get Gao Ping away so that he could contact his family and send them his location.

Gao Ping chuckled, then sat down on the ground next to Xiao Yanbao and gently shook his head.

"No rush, no rush, let Uncle check if the bad luck is still there. If it's gone, then Uncle will think you're lying to him!"

As he spoke, Gao Ping entered a roulette room. He first tried betting 5,000 yuan on "small" in the game of betting on big or small. A dozen seconds later, "small" came out, and the 5,000 yuan was credited to his account. At the same time, Gao Ping bet another 10,000 yuan on "small".

After six rounds, Gao Ping chuckled and placed his phone in front of Xiao Yanbao. The phone had a balance of 130,000 yuan.

"Little friend, it's not that easy to fool your uncle. Look, your uncle has already won six rounds in a row. Do you think your bad luck is still going?"

Xiao Yanbao seemed not to hear Gao Ping's words, and just stared blankly at the top of Gao Ping's head. In Xiao Yanbao's eyes, every time Gao Ping won money, a wisp of ghostly energy would appear above his head. At this moment, the ghostly energy had merged together and was faintly visible above Gao Ping's head.

Seeing that Xiao Yanbao ignored him and was quietly looking at the top of his head, Gao Ping reached out and touched his hair. Just as he was about to push Xiao Yanbao away, Liang Yueling carefully pushed open the half-closed door and whispered to Gao Ping's back:

"Honey, the noodles are ready."

"Just put the noodles on the ground and go get me a stool."

Gao Ping didn't turn his head as he spoke, but couldn't resist his desires, so he picked up his phone again, selected a room, and logged in. Their conversation interrupted Xiao Yanbao's thoughts.

Xiao Yanbao glanced at Gao Pingcheng's face again. Gao Pingcheng's cheeks were flushed red from winning money, the nasolabial folds on either side of his nose were becoming more pronounced, and a few nose hairs were peeking out. Xiao Yanbao couldn't help but say:

"Uncle, you're about to have some bad luck. I advise you not to do anything, or you'll suffer a terrible ordeal."

Because he had won money, Gao Ping thought his luck had improved and had already considered choking on his food as a coincidence. Now, when he heard Xiao Yanbao say that he was going to have bad luck and even be in danger, Gao Ping was full of disdain.

"Just kidding, I'm having a blast right now, don't spoil my fun. If I get another stroke of this luck, I'll buy you a hamburger and fried chicken later."

Gao Ping continued betting on Big or Small with great enthusiasm. This time, he was much bolder and went all in. After winning two rounds in a row, his wallet balance had reached about 400,000.

Just as they were about to go all in again, Liang Yueling carried a chair to the door, carefully placed it inside the room, glanced at Gao Ping who was squatting on the ground holding his phone and shouting "Xiao Xiao," and turned to leave, but unexpectedly bumped into the door.

"Squeak—"

As the voice rang out, Gao Pingcheng's face turned red with anger, and the whites of his eyes became bloodshot. He turned around abruptly to look at Liang Yueling, who was about to leave, and shouted curses as he stood up and strode towards her.

"Damn it, I lost 400,000 because of you!"

"Honey, I didn't mean it. I was wrong, I was really wrong."

Gao Ping rained punches down on Liang Yueling's head and back, but Liang Yueling dared not resist at all.

Perhaps because he had lost many times, Gao Ping calmed down after venting his anger. He instructed Liang Yueling to get him a bottle of baijiu, and then picked up the noodles on the ground and came to Xiao Yanbao.

"Little friend, do you think Uncle could have suffered any serious misfortune? Look, when I hit her, she didn't dare to fight back at all. How could Uncle possibly have suffered such a misfortune?"

Xiao Yanbao remained silent, only staring intently at the noodles in Gao Ping's hand. Upon seeing this, Gao Ping burst into laughter.

"Want some? Tell your uncle what your dad's phone number is, and I'll give you some noodles."

As he spoke, Gao Ping sat down on a chair near the door...