A trace of disdain flashed in Du Ziming's eyes and said, "I don't know how the master wants to bet?" ”

Zhang Ling picked up a stone casually and said, "I want to bet with Mr. Du on my eyesight!" ”

Now Du Ziming and Huang Fatzi were both interested in Zhang Ling, who in the circle didn't know that Du Ziming was famous for his sharp eyes, and betting with him was simply a humiliation!

Du Ziming put down the stone in his hand, looked at Zhang Ling with his head held high, and said with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth: "Hehe, fight with me, how many people will have to die!" ”

"Okay, since the master speaks, then I'll take it. Master, please first! ”

Du Ziming and Zhang Ling's gambling game attracted everyone's attention, and they leaned over to watch the excitement.

Zhang Ling was not polite, walking around the table, looking up from time to time not far in front of him, looking very mysterious.

After five minutes, Zhang Ling stopped in front of a fist-sized stone and said firmly: "That's it!" ”

Du Ziming looked at the stone and smiled: "The master is confirmed?" ”

"Sure! That's it! ”

Du Ziming nodded, motioned to the waiter to fetch the stone, and then said, "Okay, cut it!" ”

Coming to the southeast corner of the banquet hall, everyone's attention was on the cutting machine, and they were very curious about the eyesight of this young man who dared to challenge Du Ziming.

With the piercing cutting sound, the fist-sized stone was slowly cut, and He Qiaoxin held Zhang Ling's arm a little nervously.

"Don't worry, it's okay!"

Zhang Ling patted her hand, and his eyes involuntarily drifted to the old man at the long table.

"Yo, stone!"

"Ahem!"

Zhang Ling was proudly waiting for the result, when he suddenly exclaimed, making him almost choke to death by his own spit.

He hurried to look at the cutter and saw the worker showing the stone that had been cut in half for everyone to see.

I saw that the part of the stone that had been cut was black, just like an ordinary stone.

Zhang Ling's heart sank: "This person is a big loss, he believes in that old ghost too much!" ”

"Wait a minute!"

Just when the worker was about to take the stone down, the fat man called him, he looked at the stone carefully, and then took the flashlight and shone it and suddenly shouted: "Hey? This is Mocui! ”

Zhang Ling didn't expect things to turn around, he raised his head and walked to Huang Fatzi's side and asked, "Mo Cui?" ”

"Yes, this ink cui usually looks black, but under the light this thing will show emerald green, and the Burmese call this thing the shadow of a lover."

Huang Fatzi's explanation made Zhang Ling's heart jump again, and he hurriedly asked, "Is this Mocui very valuable?" ”

The fat man looked at the size of the stone and said, "The color of this piece of ink is not bad, if the master wants to make a move, I will pay 40,000!" ”

After listening to this, Zhang Ling snatched the original stone in Huang Fatzi's hand and said with a smile: "Hehe, it's not for sale, I'm going to carve a pendant for my girlfriend." ”

After the reversal of the situation, Zhang Ling was much more confident, he looked at Du Ziming with his head held high and said, "Mr. Du, it's your turn!" ”

Du Ziming smiled, took the flashlight in Huang Fatzi's hand and walked back to the long table to pick it up, his movements were much more professional than Zhang Ling's.

After a while, Du Ziming also picked up a fist-sized stone and smiled: "That's it!" ”

Zhang Ling looked at the stone in his hand and found that the shape of the stone was very special, it looked like a petrified heart.

The worker took the stone and put it on the cutting machine, and everyone waited with great interest for the result of the stone cutting.

But at the moment when the knife wheel of the cutter cut through the stone, a stream of bright red blood spurted out of the stone, and immediately splashed the worker's whole body, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

When the ladies saw this scene, they immediately let out a piercing scream, and the crowd dispersed in an uproar.

This sudden change made Zhang Ling stunned, he hurriedly hugged He Qiaoxin in his arms, looked at the stone that kept flowing blood, and said in his heart: ", what's the situation?" ”

"Du Shao, what's wrong with you? Du Shao? ”

Hearing the frightened voice of the fat man, Zhang Ling hurriedly looked back, only to see that Du Ziming, who was still alive just now, was already lying on the ground at this time, and a stream of red blood continued to gush out of his chest, and soon soaked his shirt.

"Call an ambulance!"

……

Sitting in the corridor of the hospital, He Qiaoxin's dress was already stained with Du Ziming's blood, she had never seen such a strange thing.

When she gave him first aid, she was surprised to find that Du Ziming did not have any wounds on his chest, but the amount of bleeding was as if his chest had been cut.

"It's okay!" Zhang Ling hugged He Qiaoxin in his arms and asked with concern

He Qiaoxin shook her head, as a nurse, she was used to this kind of scene, but such a strange thing still made her feel flustered.

"Master Zhang, did you see anything unusual just now?"

Lu Mingxuan's face was ugly, he really couldn't explain what happened today.

Zhang Ling shook his head, today's things are really weird, when he saw Du Ziming fall to the ground, the first thing he suspected was the old ghost.

However, when he looked at the old ghost, the old ghost was not aware of what was happening around him, and he was still looking at the stones on the table, without a trace of anger on his body, and Zhang Ling did not feel a trace of yin qi at the scene except for him.

"Is it the stone?"

Zhang Ling couldn't help but think of the stone like a heart, could it be that there was something strange about that stone?

Thinking of this, he stood up and said to Lu Mingxuan, "What about the stone?" ”

"What stone?"

"It's the bleeding stone!"

Lu Mingxuan looked at the fat yellow man who was smoking and said, "The situation was too chaotic just now, I didn't pay attention to that stone!" ”

"Find that stone first, I think ......"

Before Zhang Ling's words fell, a steady stream of footsteps sounded in the silent corridor, and an old couple walked briskly towards them with three or five men with solemn expressions.

"Ziming, where is my son!"

The two old men with gray temples grabbed Lu Mingxuan's arms and shouted excitedly

Lu Mingxuan hurriedly supported the old man and said apologetically: "Uncle Du, don't get excited, Ziming is still in the rescue!" ”

As soon as Lu Mingxuan's words fell, the elderly woman began to sob, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief from time to time.

Just when the whole corridor was filled with sadness, the closed door of the operating room slowly opened.

A doctor in a surgical gown came out of it and said in a very heavy tone, "I'm sorry, we did our best!" ”

"No way, my son won't die!"

The old man grabbed the doctor's arm excitedly and shook it vigorously, very excited.

"I'm sorry that the patient's heart ruptured and caused massive bleeding ......"

As soon as the doctor finished speaking, the old woman who was sobbing immediately rushed to the old man's side and slapped him hard and cried: "It's all you, it's all you, it's you who killed my son, you give back my son!" ”

"Enough, it's not me who killed my son, it's the curse! It's the curse! ”