At this time, Zhan Changfeng was in the splendid reception room. He was a little surprised to see that the person coming was a gambler, but he didn't say anything.
The gambler was afraid that she would misunderstand the casino, so he took the initiative and said, "I'm not a trustee. I was just accepted by the gambling king as his second disciple."
"Congratulations, fellow Taoist." Zhan Changfeng said with a nod.
"Congratulations to fellow Taoist for breaking the tenth level record." The gambler originally saw that someone had broken Master's record, and he was full of fighting spirit. But after hearing Master say that this person has no gambling intention, he gave up the idea and gambled with someone who has no gambling intention.
How meaningful.
The gambler picked up the storage bag entrusted by the steward and said, "This is Fellow Taoist's bonus. Please keep it. I will take Fellow Taoist away from the secret passage of the casino to save you some trouble."
"If you are serious about it, no wonder the Golden Bag Casino has been around for so long."
"Real gambling can only occur in a good gambling atmosphere, and this is what it should be." The gambler was still a little worried, "You Taoist Taoist must have done a lot of research on large and small openings."
Zhan Changfeng received 30 million, "average."
When ordinary people say "average", people may think that she is being modest or taking advantage of her. However, when a gambler thinks about her dice-rolling technique, regardless of her consciousness and strength, her technique is indeed quite average. She should not be a frequent gambler.
Only this time, I won the battle with my spiritual consciousness.
This kind of victory is not a gambler's victory. In the gambler's heart, he does not even regard her as a competitor, but as a relatively powerful monk, so he no longer raises the issue and asks the steward to lead the way and escort her away.
Zhan Changfeng suddenly asked, "Can I still gamble?"
The steward answered the words calmly, "To prevent anyone from caring about you, it's better for you to leave as soon as possible. If something happens, our casino cannot bear the responsibility, and there are people waiting outside. If you really want to gamble, you can go to the back three
Play a few games at Chanle Casino or Baizi Casino down the street, there are also a lot of high-value bonuses there.”
"That makes sense." She must have been blacklisted.
After entering the underground secret passage and walking for a while, the steward said, "There are five forks ahead, which lead to five places. There are signs at the forks. You can choose on your own. To avoid suspicion, I will not follow you.
Don’t worry, those places are remote places and usually no one is there.”
"Thank you."
After Zhan Changfeng approached, there were four roads in the city, and one road led directly to the outside of the city.
She chose one of them, and came out of a B&B courtyard. She sensed that there was no one in the B&B. She changed into a simple black robe, changed her youthful face, and went out through the small door next to the courtyard. There was a narrow alley outside.
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The streets of the gambling city are deserted during the day, but suddenly become lively at night, as if they are alive.
Zhan Changfeng walked to the street, people were coming and going, and the sky was full of shouts. This was the black market in the gambling city.
Some people gamble so much that they lose everything, and some losers will go out and set up stalls at night to sell other people's lost spiritual beasts, magic weapons, various things, and even people.
The seller's boss would hold a pole with two yellow lanterns hanging on it, and the bright light would reflect the faces of the goods.
Goods are usually lost by oneself, and sometimes they are lost by one's father or mother, wife, husband, son or daughter, master or disciple. Of course, they may have been someone's father, mother, wife, husband, or daughter.
Sons, disciples, etc., but now they are branded as slaves and openly sold.
Some people are crying, it doesn't matter, the boss will let them cry hard, that way they will appear strong and energetic.
If our lives are like this, who is to blame?
The longer I stay in the monastic world, the more I realize that there is no fairness at all. If you want fairness, you need strength. Sometimes strength alone is not enough, you also need power.
The street was as bright as day, but the wind passing through was cold and silent. Some people shrank their necks, stamped their feet, and swayed the lanterns in their hands twice.
Zhan Changfeng raised his head and looked at the night sky with twinkling stars, his eyes darkened slightly. The stars on his right were bright, but there was a bloody disaster.
She couldn't tell who was in front and who was behind, and whether there was any connection between them. She held down the Jing Jian Soul Seal and recalled the previous events. The memories regressed in her mind one after another, until a young man with a horse face appeared. This person was definitely there at that time.
The problem is that she has changed her appearance and body. As long as she does not return to the inn, the dispute should be resolved. Starting from the horse-faced young man, she pushed forward again and returned to the third hall.
When she opened Yiqihuayuan, she felt a few strange eyes, but when she walked through the secret passage, her face changed again, and she couldn't get rid of it?
Zhan Changfeng returned to the old place and carefully observed the crowded and noisy crowd of spectators. Suddenly, a frail monk with a mustache made a gesture with his lowered hand, like some kind of tracking seal.
She looked around inadvertently, but unfortunately there were many monks on the street, so she could not spread her spiritual consciousness on a large scale. After all, for monks, it would be humiliating for other people to test their spiritual consciousness on themselves.
If it is really a tracking seal, and it is so effective that there is no trace, I am afraid that I will encounter a troublesome robbery gang.
Zhan Changfeng walked and walked, going to the busiest places, relaxing his mind in secret, and listening to the Dharma through the Four Symbol Truths. All kinds of thoughts came over his ears, and a few unusual voices were picked out.
"This idiot is still shopping, hahaha."
"Takuma, why is it my turn to spy again?"
"Oh, it would be great if I won 30 million. Forget it, I won't be able to spend it all alive anyway."
.....
Zhan Changfeng was determining the specific location of these sounds when a voice suddenly interrupted, "You dropped something."
Zhan Changfeng looked around and couldn't be sure who had spoken, but he saw a short, fat middle-aged man in brocade leaning on a pole hanging two yellow lanterns near the entrance of the alley. The lantern paper must have been used for a long time.
It was a little dark, and the light coming out was not bright. It was so dark that people could not clearly see the faces of the people under the lamp.
He held a rope in his hand and tied up a bunch of people. Because the people he sold were ordinary people, he didn't use forbidden spirit shackles or other items. He used ordinary hemp rope.
These people tied with hemp ropes were either sitting on the ground or standing against the wall, lifeless. Ordinary people were tied with ordinary hemp ropes. It was an ordinary sight.
Zhan Changfeng crossed their expressions and looked at the old man sitting against the wall at the feet of the brocaded middle-aged man. He was wearing a shabby and dirty black rag. It was hard to tell whether it was a blanket or a coat. His bare hands and feet hid the dirt.
Nurgle was dark and shiny, and his face was hidden from the light of the lamp, but he was looking at her.
Zhan Changfeng subconsciously listened to his voice, but heard nothing. Was his mood higher than hers?
But he is indeed a mortal, a mortal old man without a trace of cultivation. At least for now.
"Are you talking to me?" Zhan Changfeng looked at him through the not-so-bright light.
The middle-aged man in brocade thought that a guest had arrived, and smiled attentively, "You can choose whichever one you like, and I'll make sure that everyone is healthy and active!"
"You dropped something." He repeated in a hoarse voice, looking impartially.
The corners of Zhan Changfeng's lips were slightly raised, and he was unpredictable in mood and anger, "So?"
"I can pick it up for you."
"Can't I pick it up myself?"
He seemed to be laughing, his shoulders shaking slightly, "You don't know what you lost."
The middle-aged man in brocade kicked him, "What nonsense are you talking about, old man?"
After saying that, he bowed to Zhan Changfeng and said, "This old man is quite strong. Buy it back and look at the door. He is still good at cooking. If you are interested, I will make a loss-making deal and only charge you ten spiritual stones. You
look..."
Zhan Changfeng knelt down and put ten spirit stones into his hand, "You can come with me, or you can continue to sit here. What do you want?"
His rough and dirt-filled palms felt heavy, and the warm touch of the spirit stone reached his heart. He suddenly hesitated...
A figure rushed suddenly from the side, inserted in front of Zhan Changfeng and the old man, and gave the old man a bear hug with great excitement, "Old man, you are truly a god! Come back with me, I will treat you as a guest!"