Wu Sheng stood up and left, while Zuo Ci drank numbly, not knowing what he was thinking about, and didn't care about Wu Sheng's comings and goings at all.
Liger Fifteen was already waiting below. When he saw Wu Sheng, he immediately asked: "Mr. Wu, do you still want to bet on the second round of supplementary bets?"
Wu Sheng asked: "What are the odds for the first round? What is the total bet?"
The liger arrived: "One compensation is seventy-nine, the total is more than two hundred and forty thousand."
These odds indicate that the bet that failed was 3,000, and the bet on Liu Zong was 237,000. If there was no change in the second round, he would have to pursue at least 24,000.
There can be no changes in the second round of replenishment. You can tell from the noise of the gamblers on the field that they will definitely continue to place bets. Of course, it is more likely that there will be more inadvertent replenishment, but to be on the safe side,
In order for the bet to be successful, you should bet more than 30,000 yuan.
"How many times has Zuo Ci lost in a row before?"
"Well...Mr. Wu, don't make things difficult for the little demon. It's hard to reveal."
"I know the rules. Check it out for me. I'll play the big game. Otherwise, if I go in and ask him myself, he may not hide it from me."
"How big?"
"The starting price is thirty thousand. As for how big it is, it depends on the number you get. How about it? Hurry up, we don't have time."
Fifteen's two ears immediately trembled, and after a few breaths, it reported a number. When it was reported, even it was a little surprised: "Mr. Zuo has lost one hundred and seventy-two games in a row, give him a beating."
I haven’t won since my first bet.”
"So many?" Wu Sheng was also extremely surprised.
"Yes, I lost for three whole days...Mr. Wu, why don't you forget it? Xiaoyao has never seen anyone lose like this. Mr. Zuo should win for once no matter what." Fifteen hesitated to persuade Wu Sheng.
Wu Sheng had a fierce struggle in his heart, to fight or not to fight?
There was not much time left for him to make up his mind, so Wu Sheng finally gritted his teeth and made a decision.
Zuo Ci can lose one hand and seventy-two, why can't he lose one hundred and seventy-three?
What is the difference between one hundred and seventy-two and one hundred and seventy-three?
Besides, I still have 320,000 yuan on my body, what are I afraid of? If I help Yan Boqiao, Lu Tong and others join forces, they can make a move of 100,000 to 80,000 yuan. How come I am so picky when I bet?
Thinking of this, I suddenly feel relaxed, just think that I have failed in catalyzing Hedao!
"Deposit fifty thousand, it won't work!"
"This...Mr. Wu..."
"go!"
Shi Fifteen finally went to place his bet. Wu Sheng returned to Zuo Ci and tried his best to look at Zuo Ci's eyebrows, but he didn't see any sign of blackening. He thought to himself, what's wrong with Zuo Ci? Why is it like this?
While I was thinking wildly, the results of the second round of replenishment were announced. The bet was completed and the game could be ended. The odds of success or failure were 10 to 92!
Wu Sheng filled a cup for himself and drank it slowly. He suppressed the worry about gains and losses in his heart and kept comforting himself. It was only 50,000 yuan, so it was just down the drain. I have plenty of money, so what?
The fighting between Liu Zong and Cheng Buzhou deeply attracted Wu Sheng, but it was not because of the excitement and mystery. All his focus was on winning or losing. Whenever Cheng Buzhou was in danger, his heart skipped a beat. Whenever Cheng Buzhou was in danger, his heart skipped a beat.
Taking advantage, his heart skipped a beat, and he just stared at the fight on the stage for half an hour.
Finally, Cheng Buzhou successfully killed Liu Zong despite being seriously injured. Wu Sheng breathed a long sigh of relief. What he saw in his eyes was the blood of the two people on Tianlu Platform, but what he thought of was the crashing of colorful stones.
Bet 51,000 and make a net profit of 469,000!
One hundred and seventy-three losing games in a row, I want to see how many games you lose!
In each subsequent round, Wu Sheng set the bet at 10,000.
"In the fifteenth year, let's bet on Hongying! Ten thousand..."
"Bai Hongju, ten thousand..."
"The one on the left side of Tianlu Terrace, 10,000..."
"The one on the right, ten thousand..."
Liger Fifteen was wagging its tail happily, coming and going, as happy as if it had won a bet. It handed the colorful stone it won to Wu Sheng, then took the bet from Wu Sheng and went quickly.
Place a bet.
Until the 211th one.
Zuo Ci suddenly stood up and knocked down the table beside him, spilling drinks and fruits on the floor. He stared at the victorious spiritual beast on the Tianlu platform for a long time, feeling as if he had been granted amnesty.
Wu Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief. After a day and a night, his mental state was not right. Now he finally woke up from the hazy trance and his mind returned to normal, just like one morning when he went out and stretched himself.
Zuo Ci stood there for a long time, then suddenly turned around, clenched his fists and shouted at Wu Sheng: "I finally won! I won!"
Wu Sheng nodded with a smile and kept nodding: "Congratulations to Fellow Daoist Zuo!"
Zuo Ci lay down on the ground, ignoring the drinks and fruits spilled on the ground, looking at the sky and murmuring: "Finally won."
Wu Sheng sat next to him and comforted him: "Yeah, it's not easy to win... Lao Zuo, what's wrong with you? Lose so miserably?"
Zuo Ci seemed to be crying and laughing: "I found it myself, I found it myself!"
Wu Sheng said: "Tell me..." He turned around and saw the liger Fifteen outside, looking towards him with its two paws raised and gesticulating. It turned out that another round of gambling had begun, and it was anxious to ask Wu Sheng.
Place a bet.
It wasn't until Wu Sheng shook his head at it, indicating that he didn't want to play anymore, that it lay down in despair, its head hanging down on the stone steps, waiting for Wu Sheng quietly.
Zuo Ci had already begun his narration: "After I finished fighting with Yun Jishi, I also had some colorful stones on my hands, so I was thinking about some long-term way to make money. By chance, I learned that Fengshan produces strange lotus roots.
, this is a good thing, so I planned to try this trade route, so I handed over 10,000 colorful stones to Qingyaoshan and got the seal of Fengshan... But who knows, before I could pick the strange lotus root, I encountered a farmer.
father."
"Plowing father?"
"You haven't heard of it? You haven't heard of it? You don't know about this guy covered in golden light? Does the mythical beast Yanhuo know about it?"
"Tired of fire? Ah... this, um... cough... I know, I know."
"Gengfu and Yanhuo are both unlucky things. The difference is that when you meet Yanhuo, you will be unlucky, and when you meet Gengfu, you will be unlucky... Hey, someone Zuo made him unlucky on a whim.
I ran over and took a look, wanting to see which immortal god this shining golden light belonged to, but the result..."
Wu Sheng finally understood: "So, Lao Zuo, you came to Wugo Mountain to disperse your bad luck?"
Zuo Ci said: "Everything has gone wrong for Zuo since he met the farmer. When he was in Fengshan, not only did he not see even one strange lotus root, but all kinds of misfortunes happened frequently, and he almost escaped death. He finally came back.
There is no other way but to come here to get rid of the bad luck. I finally won just now, which means that all the bad luck has been dissipated."
Wu Sheng praised: "This is a good method, I'm glad you figured it out."
Zuo Ci sighed: "The method is a good one, but the bad luck is so serious that it is beyond expectation. Originally, I asked an expert to make a divination, and if I lose a hundred and seventy times in a row, I can almost get rid of the bad luck. Who knows?"
It actually took more than two hundred times. In the last dozen or so times, Zuo almost lost confidence... Anyway, he finally got through it. Wu Daoyou, thank you for your company. Without you, I have been with you all the time.
Follow the bet, Zuo really doesn’t know how he can survive it..."
After saying that, he stood up and bowed deeply to Wu Sheng: "Please accept Zuo Mou's bow!"
Thanks to Xinxitang, Shu Chibuyan, and Taoist Master Tianming for the reward, and to fellow Taoists for their monthly tickets and recommended tickets.