When the topic of Chu Ma Xian was mentioned, the strong man could no longer hide the hatred on his face.
But after venting a few words, he also calmed down, suppressed the hatred in his heart, and said with a smile:
"These are all troubles on our side. Although it's not as peaceful as your wide area, at least the Chu Ma Xian can't attack us."
After the two of them chatted in detail, Lin Fan roughly understood what a Chu Ma Xian was.
It was strangely different from the contract I had previously understood.
They took quietly opposite routes.
It is anti-contract.
In other words, it changed from a human contract with weirdness to a weird contract with humans.
The advantage of this is that the monsters will fight on their own, and the tricks are also performed by the monsters, so they don't need to pay a price every time they perform a trick.
The disadvantages are also very obvious, and all strange requirements must be met.
If they get bored and want you to commit suicide, you will have to die.
Things like killing humans and chopping up one's own parents are commonplace.
But because they are anti-contract, their fighting ability is equivalent to two or even three.
It is impossible for ordinary contractors to defeat a Chu Ma Xian.
In the face of absolute strength, there will naturally be groups of admirers.
They don't care about what they need to do, they only care about how strong they can be after doing it.
This is also the reason why many cults can persist in human society.
Therefore, as it has developed to date, the Chu Ma Xian has occupied half of the Northeast.
The scale of its influence far exceeds that of Jianghai City.
However, large scale does not mean strong.
It is no exaggeration to say that even if all of them were to go out in full force, they would never be able to take even a single step into Jianghai City.
Even killing a person is difficult.
But this only applies to Jianghai City.
In comparison, the emergency team headquarters and the gambling village would all avoid him.
No one wants to fall out with a spirit medium.
"Why don't they dare to break into this gambling village?"
The old man muttered to himself, according to what the strong man said, unless it is a force like Jianghai City or the Emergency Team Headquarters.
Otherwise, there is no way to stop the spirit medium.
According to the current living environment of the gambling village, why don't they just destroy this series of villages and move in?
Turn the so-called double forces in the Northeast into one force that dominates the world.
The strong man also heard the old man mumbling, but did not respond.
Because he doesn't know either.
Logically speaking, they should have fallen long ago.
But so far, let alone an attack, not even a spirit medium has appeared.
It's just that they have been worried.
His own guess was that perhaps the god was so powerful that even the spirit mediums were afraid of him.
Who knows.
Because the village was built on the vacant land left by the disappearing city.
So the area is still the size of a city.
Even the outline of the road still exists.
It took them about an hour to reach the center of the city.
In the center of the city, the strong men’s forces surrounded it with various roadblocks.
Surrounded in the middle was a 'person' with only the upper half of his body remaining, embedded on a gambling table.
It was playing with the dice in both hands, having a lot of fun.
That obsessed look is like that of a real gambler who is willing to lose everything for gambling.
"I won... Hey, you lost."
As soon as it opened its dice cup, it saw three dice inside, and the amounts on them were greater than the three dice on the opposite side.
The person in front of him watched as his five fingers were cut off in an instant.
A scream broke through the sky, so sharp that it made people's hearts tighten inexplicably.
The immortal in front of him was also laughing wildly, even crying.
If you look closely, you will find that not all tears are caused by laughter.
The strong man and others stopped here.
"It is the Immortal Lord. As long as you have enough chips, you can get everything, including leaving the village."
Speaking of leaving the village, the strong man emphasized:
"Three people leave the village. You can only shake once. If you win, you can leave. The chips are about... 900 ghost notes."
300 Ming notes per person.
The chips required to leave the village are equivalent to three days of food.
Although it doesn't sound like much, it really grasps the psychology of ordinary people.
Just imagine, even if you win, there is a 90% risk of death if you leave the village.
With this assumption in mind, who would choose to take the risk of using three days' worth of food?
The frog in boiling water is exactly what this situation is like.
Apart from food, any other rewards are more expensive, which makes them just willing to get through one day at a time.
After all, not everyone has the courage to be a hero.
"Lend me a million...Who wants to lend me a million? I just need to shake it once, just once, and the million will be returned in full!"
While Lin Fan and others were staying there, they saw an unshaven uncle kneeling in front of the roadblock. He kowtowed several times to every person who passed by and excitedly asked for help from everyone who passed by.
"One million... who has a million? I just need to shake it once..."
The old man couldn't help but shake his head after seeing this. "Is money still useful now? 100 ghost notes can be exchanged for hundreds of millions, right?"
The strong man replied: "He's talking about ghost money."
"One million ghost money? Are you sure?!"
"You should speak Chinese."
The sturdy man shrugged helplessly, without any intention of mocking him.
Instead, he took out a few compressed biscuits from his pocket and handed them to the uncle kneeling on the ground.
"I don't want food, I want one million. Lend me one million, shake it once, just once! I'll do anything, you can let me do anything."
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