Shuffle the cards, place bets, and the second round begins.

Sir Shakolos made the same bet as in the previous round, three blues, three greens and six chips, or three-sevenths of the life of two cats. On the basis of the original 30 chips, the ghost man added 30 chips, and the total amount of bets reached 600,000.

According to the rules, this time it was the turn of the white cat to draw cards first. He straightened his forefeet, as if he were reaching for a small dried fish on the table, touched the two cards, picked them up, and put down one of them with a smile, and opened it open.

That's a king of diamonds, 10 points.

From Orange's point of view, she saw the hidden card left by the white cat in his hand: the King of clubs, which was also 10 points.

"Win!"

Orange secretly shouted yes.

With a big 20-point card in hand, Sir Chakolos can simply suspend and wait for work. Unless the demons gather 21 points that day, the situation cannot be reversed.

"Impossible," thought Orange, "she's already smoked Blackjack once in her last hand, and good luck can't have favored her twice in a row!"

The teacher of the temple house, Keiin Shirasawa, apparently did not teach her the phrase "good things come in pairs", or, for Sir Orange and Sir Charkoros, "no blessing is the same, and there is no one thing in disguise". When the demon tosses the cards he has just drawn into the middle of the table, Orange is shocked as if he had missed homework on the first day of school.

“Black Jack！”

The Ace of hearts and the J of spades, that's the cards that good and evil throw. She didn't even look at them as if it were all taken for granted.

The wind blows the weeping willows, the rain falls on the clothes, the good and evil stretch out their hands, and they can get the cards they want, everything is "natural". Orange seemed to see some great and ineffable force wriggling behind good and evil, and the increasingly turbid air mixed with cigar smoke twisted with it.

In her heart, she knew that she had always underestimated this heavenly evil ghost.

"Do you feel it, strange cat?" said the ghost man, who had just taken half of the cigar, and took out the last puff of his cigarette.

"'Luck' and 'potential' are on my side. ”

"Do you feel its power?"

"Do you realize your insignificance?"

"When you fall, I will step on your corpse and continue to climb with this invincible fortune. ”

"Vertex. She raised her right hand and pointed high with her index finger, "I will climb to the top and ascend the throne there." Everything on the way, whether it is a big demon or a fairy, is just a stepping stone one after another. You can look down on me, anyone can, after all, we Heavenly Evil Spirits were born to be the lowest level of monsters, a garbage-like existence. ”

"However, you can't deny that it is never the princes and nobles who overthrow a dynasty in the end, but the serfs in shackles and ragged clothes. The only person who can completely subvert the strong and weak order of this Gensokyo is my ghost and the righteous and evil!"

"Hehehe......" Sir Sciaklos chuckled softly, "the ideal is beautiful, but you haven't won this game yet." ”

Without hesitation, he drew out the next card, took it in his hand, and with that slightly playful smile, he threw out the two cards in his hand together, stacking them with the original card on the table.

K, K, K, triple K, if this is any other card game, then Sir Chakolos's luck is simply explosive. However, he is now playing blackjack, and the first two kings are okay, and the third king of spades directly sentenced him to death - a total of 30 points, and he couldn't have exploded more.

"There is one thing that I couldn't agree more. Sir Shakolos said, pushing the six chips to the ghost good and evil, "'fortune' is indeed on your side. ”

The ghost man stacked the six chips with the six he had won earlier and received them in the corner of the table. Orange looked at the movements of her hands, only to feel that her hands and feet were cold, her eyes were black, and she was as faint as a person who was dying of illness, and only a tired heart remained, still beating from time to time.

Orange felt like he was being tied, in a dim, airtight, blood-filled room, bound to a cold, hard iron chair with a ring of belts, like a death row inmate. The ghost man held her frighteningly large syringe, and the thick steel needle pierced deep into Orange's carotid artery, and Orange's blood quickly escaped from it. The clock ticked, and so did her life, and with each second she was one step closer to death.

"Death penalty, suspended execution. Good and evil clenched their fists, expressionless, like a killer, "In my hand, I hold six-sevenths of your life, and no one can survive losing six-sevenths of your weight." ”

"You have two chips left, and if you bet one, then one of you will die in the next round. If you bet on two, you're both going to die. If you lose your courage and choose to quit, you will die the same, and even more ugly. Come on, weird cat, bet!"

"It sounded like I had no other choice. The white cat said, pressing the remaining two chips together, "All in, please start the third round!"

Cornered - Orange looked at Sir Charkoros's back and felt it all too well. His tail stopped waging and was coiled around his hind feet. If Orange could see his face, she would see that Sir Charkolos's smile was gone.

The big white cat didn't smile 24 hours a day, at least for now. This third round, at best, is the third round, and at worst, it is the last round.

While the waiter shuffled the cards, the ghost man raised the stakes again. She added 30 chips to the original 60 chips, and the total bet at this time had reached 900,000.

900,000 yuan, in the increasingly developed business fantasy township, is not a huge amount of money, but it is not a small amount of money. This money can almost buy the idle house at the entrance of the village, or a small field suitable for farming, or more dried bonito than countable.

Orange looked at the mountain of chips, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. If she has this money, even if it is 450,000 after sharing it equally with Sir Shakoros, it will be the richest man among the little monsters of her level, and it is not an exaggeration to say that this is a step to the peak of cat life. Considering that 10 yuan can make the demon run a leg carefully, 450,000, she can eat and drink spicy in the world of monsters, and she can do anything, maybe even her name has to be changed directly to "Yakumo Orange".

Thinking about this, Orange suddenly had some confidence again. It's a miserable loss, but as long as you win this game, the future is bright. In the heart of the orange, between the cracks of the heavy despair, like the young leaves of early spring, there is a trace of "it doesn't matter if you can win", or in other words, expectation.

But in the next second, the cruel reality stretched out its iron hand and nipped this fragile hope in the bud.

"Smack!"

The ghost man drew two cards from the freshly shuffled deck, glanced at them, and slammed them on the table with a loud sound like two slaps.

“Black Jack！”

This was the third time she had pronounced the word.

If Orange is awake, that is, what she sees in front of her is not an overly realistic nightmare, then she must have seen a combination of the Ace of Diamonds and the Queens of Spades.

There wasn't much time for her to fear, to be stunned, to beg for mercy, and her brain was still blank, but the muzzle of the black hole had already occupied her field of vision. Good and evil held the revolver, powerful enough to kill an elephant with a single shot, or burst a man's head like a balloon, pointed it at Sir Charkoros's head, and slowly, pressed the hammer.

"Click!"

"Prepare to die, stupid cat!"

Good and evil shouted.

There was not a trace of victorious joy on her face, only the purest malice.

However, she didn't just pull the trigger and kill the two cat demons who were already stuck in the quagmire, she was still waiting.

Waiting for Sir Shakolos to draw cards and blow up, for him to show a look of despair, is like waiting for the last dance of the rain ritual - until the "ritual" is completed, the "rain" will not fall.

"Hurry up, draw cards quickly!" "Good and evil urged, "If you don't draw me, how can I shoot you?"

Sir Shakoros didn't say anything, neither did Orange or the dozens or hundreds of onlookers around him, they all held their breath, waiting for the moment of life and death.

Finally, the white cat, which was forced to the edge of the cliff, slowly stretched its cat's paws towards the mysterious and unfathomable pile of cards.