When Gou Chang took a step into the room, all the gamblers who were originally noisy shut up and turned around to wait for Gou Changzai's instructions.

However, the man in the mask of Lord Yama at the front of the crowd stepped forward and talked to Gou Chang in a low voice: "Old dog, you are back."

"What's going on in the bureau lately?"

Gou Chang opened his mouth coldly, his voice became even lower, and he was almost silent, his eyes staring directly at the photos hanging on the wall.

"It's ......"

The man in the mask of Lord Yama pointed at me and Yu Xiang with his fingers: "It's just that a newcomer came yesterday who was very powerful, and he almost emptied all the deposits in our bureau, and I didn't hold down the field."

"It doesn't matter."

Gou Chang waved his hand without taking this matter to heart, sorted out his clothes with one hand, limped forward with crutches, and the gamblers in a circle were lined up in four rows on both sides, silently waiting for their big brother's next step.

"What the hell is this for?"

Yu Xiang Rou shredded next to my ear and muttered in a stunned voice: "Why did they hang your photo on the wall?" Do they know you? ”

That's right, the picture on the wall is the same as my appearance.

It's just that the people in the photo are more graceful and peerless, especially a pair of phoenix eyes that look down on the world. Not a majestic but heroic figure. Covering the sky and the sun, unparalleled in the world, contempt for the unique aura of life and death.

It seems that he alone can represent the cycle of life and death in a flower and a world.

It was as if he alone could become the rule of the avenue of heaven and earth.

It was as if he alone could be revered as supreme right.

This photo is only a half-length photo, and it shows a straight face, but I recognized him at a glance as a back photo given to me by my mother in the system.

But why does he look the same as me?

But his aura is really the same as mine, one in the sky and one underground.

It's completely incomparable, I'm a poor dick, he's a superior who has been in charge of his life for countless years, and his fists are clenched with power.

Gou Chang turned his back to the photo, knocked on the floor with a cane, his face was capricious, one moment haze, one moment cloudless, his brows wrinkled and he made a mountain character, and after a full three minutes, he coughed twice and cleared his throat and said: "His Royal Highness the King of Hatred, is the 11th hall of the world's underworld, born in the bitter cold and evil of the underworld, in the deep north of the underworld, and died in the city of the underworld recognized by tens of millions of ghosts."

"He has been on the northern expedition to the south all his life, and he has made countless achievements."

"As soon as His Royal Highness the King of Anger came out, the original evil beasts of the underworld in the deep north and Shennan all bowed their heads and paid tribute, and all of them respected him and insisted on His Highness."

"Such a famous god is not recognized by the other ten Yamas in the underworld, and even set up a plan to kill His Royal Highness the King of Anger, smash the power of His Royal Highness the King of Anger, and kill all the lackeys under His Royal Highness the King of Anger."

"There are no ghosts in the underworld singing his story! There is no ghost in the underworld who knows his story! There are no ghosts in the underworld who remember his existence, and even those who know don't dare to say it. ”

"Before his death, His Royal Highness the King of Anger sent me out of the underworld, and I was spared, but I also broke a leg, leaving a lifelong disability."

"I live in hiding in Tibet, just for the hope left by His Royal Highness the King of Hatred, and I always believe that one day His Royal Highness the King of Anger will be resurrected in the yang world, and lead the army of hatred to fight back to the underworld and take revenge."

"My faith is only His Royal Highness the King of Hatred, I don't care if you are for money or luck. But now I ask you to join me in shouting the name of His Royal Highness the King of Hatred, and to contribute to His Royal Highness!"

"When the day of the resurrection of His Royal Highness King Hata comes, I will definitely thank you with a great gift, and I hope you will help me today!"

Gou Chang's eyes were full of emotion, and even said that at the end, he threw away the crutches in his hand and raised his arms and shouted. Speaking of forgetfulness, he silently left muddy tears. When it comes to emotion, the body can't help but tremble.

The endless depression could be heard in his tone.

It is the powerlessness in the face of the death of his former comrades, the infinite despair of the collapse of faith in his heart, and the shamelessness of living alone in the world.

There is also a boundless hatred for the Yamas of the underworld.

I stood stiffly in place motionless, my fingernails stiffly buckled off a piece of flesh, and the blood fell to the ground along the palm of my hand, and I lowered my head with grief and indignation in my heart, and no longer dared to look at Gou Chang's words and deeds, every move.

At the same time, according to his words, a series of analyses were carried out in my mind.

The first point, the so-called King of Anger he said can definitely be said to be a great man, I don't know why he looks the same as me.

Second, what he said did not mean whether the king was a good man or a bad man, because these were only his side of the story. Moreover, judging from the current form, his speech full of emotions is more like a cult and a pyramid scheme.

The third point is that the king of deacons is dead, and he is now a lost dog with no backer behind him, but he must also know the way to resurrect the king of deacon. It should be related to ghost luck, and it may involve a major matter of human life.

Fourth, I haven't heard of the name of the King of Hatred, and from the operation of the system mother, this great god is definitely real, so it can be proved from the side that there has been a certain amount of chaos in the underworld.

The fifth point, we both look the same, why didn't any ghost find out about this when I was live on the live broadcast platform of "You Have to Die Three Watches"?

Everything to everything seems to be moving in an unpredictable direction.

The system mother pretended to be dead from beginning to end, what did she want to do? Is it for me to provoke the girder of the ruling king's family?

"Xiao Yan, take out all the things."

Gou Changzai had already successfully adjusted the emotions of everyone present, so he instructed the man in the mask of Lord Yama to take out the things that had been packed in advance.

"Okay!"

The man in the mask of Lord Yama simply replied, and from under the table in the middle, he turned out two small silk bags full of them, and then opened the hemp rope that tied the silk bag, opened the mouth of the silk bag, and inserted it in a water-holding posture with both hands, and then took it back, holding a hand-type glass ball.

"Divide it, this ghost seal bead with two silk bags is a benefit I give you on behalf of His Royal Highness the King of Hatred, you can accept it with peace of mind."

Gou Changzai commanded everyone in a very chic manner.

As soon as the words fell, everyone and the big wolf dog were hungry for five or six days, as if they had seen the freshly baked big bone sticks, and they rushed to snatch the ghost seal beads, for fear of taking a few less. If you have too much, you can put it in your pocket. What's more, the treasure was surrounded by people in front of him, and he couldn't grab it, so he began to fight with red eyes.

For a while, the sound of scolding, the sound of fists touching the flesh, the sound of the body falling to the ground hitting the floor, and the sound of the ghost luck beads falling to the ground, one after another, endlessly.

The clever gambler, who is smart and does not fight with others, picks up a ghost luck bead on the ground and hides aside. Then he pulled a slightly smaller cigarette bottle out of his crotch. The cigarette holder is slightly longer and has a baffle at the bottom for the heater.

The gambler first lifted the cigarette holder, stuffed the Ghost Luck Bead into the center of the pot with just the right size, and then pressed it into the mouthpiece. Urgently groped for the lighter from the jacket pocket, hung the cigarette holder, adjusted the lighter to the minimum heat, and slowly baked the bottom of the kettle.

This sticky to the heat, the ghost beads actually evaporated steam in the pot, and the gambler inhaled it with his mouth, just like smoking an e-cigarette, inhaled a large puff of smoke, and then passed his lungs contentedly, and then exhaled the exhaust gas.

The whole process is done in one go, and it is naturally proficient.

The smoke bottle burns with the characteristic gurgling sound of boiling water.

I noticed the gambler's movements, so I witnessed his actions and his facial expressions that were about to be ** stacked. It's like an old smoker who hasn't smoked for more than ten years, and finally lights a cigarette, thinking that it's too enjoyable and too strong, and he will have convulsions and faint after two puffs, which is quite top.

"Gurgling ......"