Qianmian looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say. Sang Que quickly told Qianmian the rules of gamblers killing people in the gambling house. Xue Er had told her all this before.

What is making Sang Que feel embarrassed now is that if she gambles with the gambler and loses, she will lose her family's lives first. Her mother has no blood relationship with her and is in another world. The gambler is only at the fourth level and will definitely not affect her mother.

But in the Gui Dynasty, she has a brother, He Buning, who is also at the fourth level. If she loses, I don’t know if He Buning can withstand the attack of the gambler.

Thinking about the last time the widow of the Li family cursed him, she didn't do anything to He Buning. Sang Que could only hope that He Buning would be safe and sound.

Furthermore, she currently does not know whether her biological parents are still alive, and what order the gambler killed her relatives in.

The more he thought about it, the more upset Sang Que became. The sound of the ticking clock in his head made him even more annoyed.

Suddenly, Sangque, who did not believe in ghosts and gods, also came up with the idea of ​​praying to the witch for protection.

Now that her mother's face has fallen, her mother protected her again and also left her completely.

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He stretched out his hand too hard, Qianmian gasped and pulled the wound on his shoulder. He couldn't help but glance at Sangque.

Seeing this, Sang Que sighed resignedly. She glanced at Lu Da in the distance. He occasionally glanced at the gambling table, but most of the time he stared at Wei Wu who was guarding the gate. Shi San was still unconscious and continued to lose blood. Lu Da had just given him a simple hemostatic bandage.

Sang Que didn't put her hand down in a hurry. She first took out a dime from her bag and tried to put it on the table as a bet for this round. However, the silver flew out as soon as it was placed on the table, indicating that it was not feasible to agree on the bet in advance. She had to gamble her life on this table.

While doing all this, the pressure from the gambler forced Sang Que's hand, which was suspended in the air, down. Sang Que persisted until the evil fog was set up, and then he pressed his right hand heavily on the word "small" on the table.

The sound of dice shaking was heard, and the second round began, and the two immediately focused.

"What were you looking at just now?" Qianmian asked.

Good man! Qianmian's eyes moved, guessing that Sangque was about to use his hidden trump card, and she nodded solemnly, "Don't worry, everyone in the underworld knows that I am tight-lipped. I won't speak unless I see money. For your righteousness, I promise you that I won't speak even if I see money for your matter."

Sang Que was stunned. Wasn't that the nail she had put in Gongcaoyuan to exchange for merit points? Did someone use the nail on the gambler before? Was it conquered by the gambler and used as a bet? Li Yuan and Ma Zi bet on that game together. After Li Yuan won, he took the gold and the door of the gambling house opened.

Qianmian was very smart. She understood what Sangque said and immediately put her hand on the word "big" in front of her.

Two things appeared on the table, a ten-ounce ingot of gold and a blood-red, flesh-and-blood nail.

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One, one, four, six o'clock.

"Thank you very much."

"Why are you being polite? We are from the underworld and we don't mind small matters."

Since they can't see it, they dare not act rashly.

Sang Que's body was confined to the table and she couldn't leave, but her abilities were not completely suppressed. She let the evil fog spread from under her feet and then sealed off the area around the gambling table. In this way, no matter what happened later, Wei Wu, Lu Da and the others would not be able to see it.

At that time, she couldn't bear to leave her family, and coupled with the influence of the evil spirit, she took off her family's faces and began to play them, pretending that she still had a family.

A hand covered with corpse spots, with blue skin and a foul smell reached out from the darkness and quickly lifted the dice cup.

Sang Que raised her hand to rub her eyes, which hurt a little. After opening them, her vision was a little blurry. She quietly glanced at the palm of her right hand and found that one of the Qian hexagrams representing opening the door had been consumed.

Her father was guarding the charity cemetery outside the city and would only come home once every three to five days.

Qianmian gritted his teeth, his whole body tensed, and he involuntarily dodged backwards, squinting at the dice in the dice cup.

Through Sangque's pair of dark and bright eyes, Qianmian vaguely saw the figure of the gambler, and something in the gambler's hand that was emitting a faint light.

Sang Que had just told Qianmian this.

Her second brother worked as a bodyguard in the escort agency. He was away from home all year round and would occasionally send letters back.

Her elder brother studies in school and comes home once a month.

In Sangque's sight, there were many suffering human souls on the three dice, the souls of gamblers and their families...

Qianmian also stared at Sangque, wondering what she would choose.

Sang Que thought of the gambler's weakness he had just seen, and took the nail pieces on the table without hesitation. He whispered to Qian Mian, "No matter what you see later, don't panic, and don't make a sound."

Where she lives, her neighbors have all seen her "family", although the truth is that she was the only one acting.

Her face was deformed again as if it was melting. A piece of skin fell off her face, fell on the table, and gradually melted into a pool of blood.

Sang Que suddenly remembered that she shot the Thousand Faces Arrow that night, "I'm sorry, it was my duty that night..."

Although she has always been playing the role of her mother, she did not come out of a stone. Her mother is real, and all her family members were real. A disaster took their lives, and only she didn't know whether she was unlucky or lucky, and became a ghost.

Unexpectedly, by accident, she discovered a way to stably control the evil spirits while playing the role of a family member.

"…The reason Wei Wu and his friends were able to escape last time was because Bai Yi Li Yuan and Yin You Ma Zi bet on big and small respectively. Li Yuan was able to win, which means the gambler didn't cheat. He has a chance to survive in the gambling house. Let's also have one bet on big and one bet on small. No matter who wins, we'll leave the table first."

Qianmian was a little surprised. She didn't expect Sangque to be so righteous and would stay with her instead of leaving.

"Okay, okay, don't say any more. I originally wanted you to pay for my medical expenses, but your sincere attitude makes me feel embarrassed. Hurry up and place your bet."

When Qianmian saw that face, her heart ached. That was her mother's face.

The time for betting cannot be delayed too long. When Sang Que and Qian Mian were halfway through their conversation, their hands were pulled up by an invisible force.

The gambler's weakness is the dice he always holds in his hand, the three dice made of human bones when he was alive.

It has been almost ten minutes since I took off the mask, and the talisman money can be used now.

This time, Sangque and Qianmian still chose the words in front of them. Just like the previous round, Sangque bet on small and Qianmian bet on big.

Qianmian was thinking, she didn’t know whether she was an orphan or not. In the eyes of others, she had a father, a mother and two brothers.

Taking a deep breath, Qianmian did not immerse himself in sadness. He quickly adjusted himself and looked at Sang Que next to him, only to find that Sang Que's hands were still on the table, his eyes flashing with strange light, staring at the darkness across the table.

Qianmian looked at Sangque again and didn’t care. The female night wanderer had run fast enough before, and she still had a face to die with.

Qianmian lost, Sangque won. Qianmian held her breath nervously, feeling a huge force pressing on her face, she quickly let her evil spirit resist.

So now she was no longer restricted by the gambler and could take the gold and leave.

Her mother weaves at home, rarely goes out and doesn't like to interact with others.

So Qianmian didn’t know whether these people were considered her family members according to the gambler’s rules. If she lost the bet, would it be these identities that died, or herself?

At the same time, Sang Que recalled the inspiration he got from listening to Yu Da's talk about Bagua and Bamen last time.

However, the scene flashed by only for a moment, and Sang Que suddenly closed his eyes and withdrew his hand, frowning in pain.

The betting is over, the gambler's hand reaches out again, the dice cup is opened, Sangque's good luck is over, and Qianmian continues to be unlucky.

There are three fours in the dice cup, a leopard, a kill!

Qianmian's scalp tightened as she felt the gambler attacking her again. When she was about to resist with all her might, a little girl with empty eyes suddenly appeared across the gambling table. She raised her blue and shriveled hands and grabbed the arm of the gambler hidden in the darkness.

Dismemberment!

(End of this chapter)