"Oh? King of Spades." Fang Xiu's eyes were deep, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
"It's been so long since I've heard this name."
Thump!
The Ace of Spades crashed heavily to the ground, trembling yet resolute, and cried out, "Please, my lord, revive the King of Spades!"
Fang Xiu recalled the King of Spades who was inseparable from the Ace of Spades. His ability was to control bones. He was at the peak of the third tier. Although his strength was very poor, he was quite intelligent.
The original AK-Spade combination had the King of Spades complementing the Ace of Spades. Unfortunately, he was a bit too clever for his own good, and his greed for merit led him to think he could kill the seriously injured Yan Changshou by sneak attack. As a result, he was killed instead.
Seeing that Fang Xiu remained silent, the Ace of Spades trembled even more, but the determination in his eyes remained unwavering. He couldn't live without the King of Spades!
The two were once brothers in misfortune, but now, he has risen to prominence, not only becoming a fifth-tier player but also the Joker, while the King of Spades is now a dead corpse.
He could no longer bear the days without the King of Spades, especially when he received the task of leading the poker organization from Fang Xiu. He thought more than once that if the King of Spades were still alive, he probably wouldn't have had to go through so much trouble.
Thinking of this, the Ace of Spades cried out again, "Please, my lord, revive the King of Spades!"
"Where did you hear this news?" Fang Xiu asked.
"My lord, when you sent people from headquarters to the burial ground to collect all sorts of strange things, I heard from them that you wanted to resurrect the entire Spirit Master Cemetery. Although I have been in the burial ground and have not witnessed your miracle of mass resurrection, I think that if it were you, my lord, you could definitely do it. So I humbly request that you resurrect the King of Spades."
"Oh? Why would I resurrect a third-tier opponent?"
The Ace of Spades' tone grew increasingly urgent: "My lord, although the King of Spades is only at the peak of the third rank, his potential is not weak. As long as you grant him the method of devouring strange things, it won't be long before he becomes a fifth rank!"
"A fifth-tier being is something I can easily cultivate; why bother expending effort to resurrect a dead person?"
The Ace of Spades immediately panicked: "Sir, that's different, the King of Spades... he..."
"What's wrong with him?"
The Ace of Spades gritted his teeth and finally said something he never wanted to admit in his life: "Sir, the King of Spades is smarter than me. He understands your meaning better than I do. With him in the poker organization, he will definitely be able to serve you better!"
After saying that, the Ace of Spades seemed like a deflated balloon, his voice low and somber.
He really sacrificed so much for the King of Spades, even admitting that he was not as smart as the King of Spades. This was something he couldn't say even after enduring all kinds of torture, but now he finally said it, and his pride shattered instantly.
"Sir, a poker organization cannot function without a King."
"Approved."
The Ace of Spades suddenly looked up, his eyes wide, and stammered, "Sir...you..."
He could only finish his sentence before collapsing heavily to the ground, where he remained for a long time, unable to get up.
In the end, Fang Xiu finally asked, "Where is the body?"
Ace of Spades hurriedly got up and pulled out the corpse of King of Spades from his body.
It was a horribly mummified corpse.
Back then, the King of Spades was killed by Yan Changshou and was sucked into a dried corpse. Obviously, in the end, it was the Ace of Spades who secretly collected his corpse.
As for why it was taken out of his body, it wasn't because he carried a corpse in his clothes every day, but because he had always kept the corpse in the shadows.
Looking at the tragically dead King of Spades, a hint of sorrow flashed in the eyes of the Ace of Spades, but it was quickly replaced by joy.
Rise, King of Spades!
Fang Xiu slowly extended his palm, aiming at the King of Spades. Before long, a mysterious and obscure fluctuation of time emerged, followed by a miraculous scene.
The shriveled King of Spades began to slowly recover; his body began to swell, and his dry skin became smooth and firm.
A moment later, the King of Spades was fully restored, and he looked as if he were asleep.
The next second, he suddenly opened his eyes and jumped up from the ground. His white bones instantly enveloped his entire body, turning him into a skeleton armor. He retreated a hundred meters away and warily scanned his surroundings.
It must be said that Fang Xiu resurrected many people, but few were as alert as Black Spade King, who immediately entered battle mode upon reviving.
The King of Spades watched Fang Xiu and his companion warily, but was stunned when he saw their faces clearly.
"My lord, where is the Ace of Spades... Yan Changshou?"
His memory was still stuck on the time when he fought Yan Changshou.
"King of Spades, you're finally back!" A complex emotion flickered in the eyes of the Ace of Spades.
"Back?" King of Spades frowned, and all the memories from before flooded his mind. He suddenly realized that he was already dead, wasn't he? He had been sucked dry by Yan Changshou and died.
He looked at Fang Xiu and the Ace of Spades with a puzzled and confused expression: "Sir, what exactly is going on?"
The Ace of Spades snorted coldly: "You should thank the master for saving your life."
I don't know if he was being arrogant or if it was because he had previously admitted that his IQ was not as high as the King of Spades, but in any case, his attitude was very cold.
thump.
The King of Spades immediately knelt down and thanked Fang Xiu. Although he didn't know what had happened, kneeling down was never wrong.
Then, the Ace of Spades explained the whole story to him, and even though the King of Spades was a smart man, he was speechless and found it unbelievable.
He paused for a moment, then walked to Fang Xiu's side again and knelt down respectfully. This time, he was even more sincere, and a fervent look appeared in his eyes.
The dead rise from the dead—this is the realm of God! What supreme glory it is to follow a true God!
"Get up. You've been dead for almost a year, and your strength has seriously declined. I will now bestow upon you the method of devouring strange entities, so that you can quickly raise your strength to the fifth rank," Fang Xiu said calmly.
Reviving the King of Spades would be worthwhile for him, because the King of Spades died relatively late and for a short period of time, so the spiritual energy consumed would not be much.
If you tattoo the mouth of the gluttonous beast on the body of the King of Spades, it won't be long before he becomes a fifth-tier powerhouse.
It can be said that these semi-monstrous individuals within the poker organization are all potential fifth-tier powerhouses.
This is an advantage that other ordinary spirit masters cannot match.
However, this is also a disadvantage, because the later a Spirit Master progresses, the more it tests their control over their mind and power. A fifth-tier expert created through cramming is like a cultivator who frantically consumes pills to increase their cultivation level; their foundation is unstable, and their future is uncertain.
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