Huang Xin did not enter the city from the city gate, he quietly jumped back to the dark alley where he had just caught the little guy, and recalled in his mind the layout of the cold city that he could hear. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In the downtown streets, seemingly casual and elegant, slowly framing and refining the vague layout drawings in my mind. When his footsteps stopped, it was the largest inn in the cold desert city, he raised his head, saw the word "ghost seal", his thoughts between his eyebrows did not decrease, and he thought: "This inn is a strange place, and the name is also strange." ”

Walking into the Ghost Seal Inn, the proprietress who was still flirting with the guests was very sharp-eyed, and immediately beckoned to him: "Yo, this handsome boy, is here to stay in the hotel." ”

This ghost Erniang was born with a pretty body, and likes to wear blood red clothes, people are also extremely shrewd and capable, often flirting with guests, although nearly forty years old, but under the heavy makeup and fragrance, it is also a major sign of the inn's lively prosperity.

Huang Xin's gaze wandered away, looking at her carelessly, and before she could speak, the ghost Erniang said playfully: "It just so happens that there are two first-class rooms in our store, Jun Gongzi, I'll lead you there." Then he reached out and pulled.

Huang Xin turned to the side and said, "It's just that I don't have precious herbs on me." He already knew from the little guy before that most of the trade in Cold Desert City was based on herbs.

Ghost Erniang smiled with a wink: "The small shop naturally collects gold, and the son must have the ability to pay for this store." ”

Huang Xin glanced around at the guest room, but it was all available, but there was nothing particularly prominent, and he asked for a while: "This is a first-class room?"

Ghost Erniang smiled and replied neatly: "Yes, in different time periods, one hundred and fifty taels of housing during the day and fifty taels at night." ”

"Oh, isn't the proprietress a bully who doesn't know the price?"

The ghost Erniang twisted her waist, and said more and more charmingly: "The gold-lettered signboard of the small shop, Tong Su is not bullied." This cold desert city is reversed day and night, and no one enters the city during the day like a dead street, and the people in the city also rest during the day and play at night. The medicinal herbs of Xiuxuan here are expensive, although the silver taels are still silver taels, they are still inferior to the various effects of the medicine insects and beasts. ”

Huang Xin didn't care when he heard this, put the big gold ingots on the table, and jokingly said: "I now know why the casino business in Hanmo City is so good. ”

Ghost Erniang neatly put away the big ingots.

Huang Xin raised his head and glanced at Fang Liang, and continued: "Don't gamble on how to exchange for all kinds of Xuancao to pay for such an expensive store." ”

Ghost Erniang said in a coquettish voice: "I can see that you can afford no matter how expensive the gold is, and it is too wasteful to have this gold and not go to the Mogou Gambling House to enjoy pleasure." Coincidentally, the treasures that had been hidden in the gambling house for seven years finally saw the light of day in the past few days. ”

"Oh?" Huang Xin came back to his senses.

"Yes, when you get to Cold Desert City, you must go to the Desert Hook Gambling House. And I bet that not only does he have a lot of gold, but he also has a lot of ability, and he will definitely be able to win a lot of mystical medicines, and maybe he can also get the treasures that have reappeared in those seven years. ”

As he was talking, suddenly a rough voice downstairs muttered: "Stinky woman, why haven't you come down after so long! Lao Tzu is not dead yet!" It turned out that Boss Xi had come back with the goods. Ghost Erniang's bewitching body shook and shouted: "The thief man only knows what to shout about." "Twist your waist and walk away.

Huang Xin took a sip of tea and thought to himself: "Since Cold Desert City sleeps during the day, then now I will also go to the gambling house at night to join in the fun." That treasure is interesting, seven years, will it have something to do with the mysterious secret that has been lost for many years?"

He finished his tea and left the Ghost Seal Inn.

In front of the Mogou gambling house, he walked in with the noise. Just as he was about to walk to the gaming table, suddenly a humble and clear voice said: "Guest officer, please exchange chips first." ”

Swap chips at the main desk, and unexpectedly have an extra mask. It turns out that the people who enter the casino are either rich or expensive, and most of them have special status, and there is also a rule in the Mogou casino, and the guests on the first floor are wearing masks. Half of the gambling luck, half of the skills, do not deceive people according to their identity.

This made Huang Xin more interested, and he walked into the group of shouting gamblers. After several observations, I know a little bit about it, and even bets are guaranteed to win without loss.

Although there are similar masks on the first floor, there are very few people who can see and have such a bearing. Masters naturally have the ability to perceive masters.

Huang Xin was still betting at random, at this time another masked man walked beside him, Huang Xin obviously found out about his arrival, but still bet, the mask said: "Why don't we gamble." ”

If it weren't for the mask, it is estimated that the mask man could also see Huang Xin's radiance, he has been a prodigal son for a few years, and his demeanor is mostly disdainful and uninhibited to play with the world on weekdays, and once he enters the casino, his interest at this time is extremely high, which is not common, he is a very picky person.

"Good!"

"Let's go to the second floor. ”

So two people with extraordinary bearing and difficult to be perceived walked up to the second floor of the gambling house together.

Huang Xin looked around with interest, there were still many people on the second floor, he could easily notice that the level of human power on the second floor was generally higher than that on the first floor, and the gambling building was not as noisy as the first floor, and asked, "How can it be compared?"

The man in the black mask walked over to an empty gaming table and said, "Simple, roll the dice and see who can guess the points accurately." ”

The extraordinary momentum of the two of them attracted a few people who were not too involved in the game to watch.

The Desert Hook Gambling House is located in the Cold Desert City, and naturally there are no rules, so everyone is convinced. The gambling game on the second floor is said to be a gambling game, but in fact, there is a contest of Xuanli.

"I'll shake it first!" The man in the mask in ink raised his sleeves like a gust of wind, and the dice jar shook in his hand, but the rest of the masked people watching from the side looked at each other in amazement.

He thought that although the dice jar shook extremely quickly in his hand, he couldn't hear the slightest sound of the dice shaking and colliding.

If you can judge the points by sound, you can be regarded as a casino veteran, but now there is no sound.

However, Huang Xin could hear it in his ears, and his Xuan Qi was extremely high to a certain extent, and his ears and eyes were naturally clear to ordinary people. As for the degree of sensitivity, of course, it is attributed to the level of Xuan Qi.

The people on the second floor are different from the mixed fish and dragons on the first floor, and some people are aware of the comparison, and they can gradually hear one or two by condensing the Xuan Qi in their ears, but it is far from enough to guess the points.

The dice in the hand of the man in ink suddenly stopped, stood silently on the table, and asked, "What time do you bet?"

"Seventeen o'clock. A bright and confident voice under the mask.

"Yes," the man in the ink mask lifted the dice jar, and sure enough, it was seventeen o'clock: "For you"

Huang Xin was interested, and he did the same, and when he also rolled the dice silently, the other spectators were shocked again, because those who had heard the first and second layers could not hear the sound of the dice even if they were condensed in their ears this time. And if you want to say surprised, if there is no mask, it is estimated that the ink-clothed gambler was the most surprised at first, because the silent dice technique is his own stunt, and it is even better for others to use.

However, the ink-clothed gambler is a veteran after all, after Huang Xin stopped the dice.

The ink-clothed man said calmly: "Twenty-six."

Huang Xin opened the dice jar, and sure enough, it added up to this point, and he admitted a little in his heart that the ink-clothed man was a good gambler, and he was just skillful, and he was afraid that the real gambling skills would be inferior if they were deepened. But the more he did this, the more interesting he felt.

The two of them continued to be wonderful, and some other people on the second floor who were originally gambling were also attracted by the different momentum of the two at this time.

Just when everyone thought that such a gamble would continue, the winner suddenly appeared.

Huang Xin was originally focused on the dice, but suddenly he was distracted by something he didn't expect.

Because he felt a mysterious aura that he was familiar with! It was not an enemy, it was indeed a mysterious aura that should not have appeared here!

That is the Xuanhuang Qi! Xuanqi is hidden and introverted, just like Huang Xin himself came to this cold desert city, although the master knows that he is by no means simple, but it is difficult to find out his details, because he has a perfect grasp of Xuanqi.

And that person's Xuanhuang Qi, although it is not as well hidden as Huang Xin, no one is aware of it in the masters on the second floor, but Huang Xin is aware of it!

Although the breath is far away, people with the same Xuan Qi are extremely sensitive to the perception of the same person!

"What time is it?" the man in the ink mask noticed Huang Xin's strangeness, "I bet you can't guess." ”

Huang Xin came back to his senses and said, "I lost." ”

"It's not a loss, it's just that I can't guess this time. The ink-clad man's tone was tepid.

Huang Xin looked out the window and thought to himself, "It's really him!"