At this moment, half of my body felt sore and numb.

The man glanced at the knife in his hand and said slightly strangely:

"Boy, that's not bad. You can actually eat like a Rongmen guy?"

As he spoke, he looked up at me.

"To gamble, or not to gamble?"

"What if I don't gamble?"

I gritted my teeth and said bravely.

"Haha! Do you think that I really don't dare to use your hands? I tell you, don't talk about you. If Wu Yaogou gets into trouble with me, I will deal with him anyway!"

As he spoke, his fingers pressed slightly on my shoulder blades.

He obviously didn't exert any force, but he still felt this soreness.

But it made me feel so miserable that I didn't want to live.

Seeing my painful look, the man sneered and said:

"This is just one of the eight moves in the brocade. I can't bear it anymore? You still dare to call yourself a member of a thousand sects. I, a scumbag, want to bet with you. You actually pushed back and blocked four. I really lost you."

The faces of our ancestors!”

I gritted my teeth, glared at this man, and said:

"Okay, I'll make a bet with you. But you also have to add one more!"

"What?"

"If you lose, you will call me Grandpa, Chu Liu Ye from now on!"

The man was stunned at first.

Then, he burst out laughing.

This laughter kept echoing in the lonely night sky.

"It's been many years since I've seen Qianmen's real master! Okay, I agree!"

The man said and let go of his hand.

After returning the knife to me, he said directly:

"Come with me!"

The two of us took a taxi and left the city, arriving at an old town.

There are not many buildings here, most of them are brick houses with small courtyards.

Following this man, he entered a room in a small courtyard.

The moment I opened the door and turned on the lights, I was attracted by the layout of this square hall.

On the surrounding walls, there are various items commonly used for hanging sub-doors.

Such as swords, guns, swords, halberds, axes, axes, hooks and forks.

On the Eight Immortals table next to it, there was actually a pile of playing cards placed on it.

On the wall behind the Eight Immortals table, there is a giant old photo hanging.

The color of the photo has turned yellow.

It looks like it must be at least more than ten years old.

The photo shows a man in his fifties.

This man is wearing a Tang suit and has long eyebrows and a long beard.

Although he was smiling, it could not hide the sharp look in his eyes.

What makes me most curious is that there are several darts stuck in the heart of this full-body photo.

The image of the dart piercing the heart seems to show his hatred for the man in the photo.

Seeing me looking at this photo, this man hurried over.

He reached out and tore the photo off.

Then, he moved his chair and said to me:

"Sit down, one round will determine the outcome, let's start now!"

As he said this, the man took out a new set of playing cards from the drawer next to him.

"How to bet?"

I asked.

The man opened the poker slowly and said at the same time:

"Draw cards! Each person draws five cards and compares according to stud rules..."

"Touch a card? How to touch it?"

I looked at him strangely, not understanding what he meant.

"What's wrong with this? You can't shuffle the cards, and you don't have the opportunity to cut the cards. You have to touch them with your hands to feel the points of the poker. Then, you can randomly pick five cards from them!"

Crazy?

Touch poker with your hands?

I can actually find mahjong, pai gow, and dice.

But I definitely can't figure out the poker points.

And I didn't have a chance to touch the cards.

No matter how much I want to do it, there is nothing I can do.

"Then who shuffles the cards?"

I asked.

"I!"

"That's not fair!"

"Fair? Oh, I am Guazimen and you are Qianmen. It is not fair for me to bet with you. How about we follow the rules of Guazimen and play a game? If I give you both hands, do you dare?

"

"Don't dare!"

I answered very simply.

"Then stop talking nonsense!"

With that said, the man began to shuffle the cards.

And I stared at his hands with all my attention.

I can be sure that he did not use any tricks when shuffling the cards.

Moreover, he washed them flat, inserted them horizontally, and stacked them on top of each other.

This method of shuffling cards is somewhat similar to the professional dealers in Haojiang.

In other words, he himself cannot see the points he washed at all.

This makes me even more surprised.

So how did he draw the cards?

The sign has been welded down?

But I looked at it for a while and couldn't find any hanging points.

Glasses?

Yes, his glasses.

If it doesn't work, the problem lies in his glasses.

Thinking of this, I said directly:

"Okay, I agree with your bet. But you have to take off your glasses?"

The man was stunned at first.

But immediately, he understood what I meant.

He sneered and muttered:

"Being smart!"

Then, he took off his glasses.

The moment I saw his true face.
To be continued...