Seriously, your pampering has managed to convince me.

If it weren't for your care, I would have been punished with a weak hand.

Then again, your act of giving up a second chance to guess a card immediately drew a condemnation from faces.

In the face of condemnation, you are neither humble nor arrogant, and insist on not being willing to guess the cards for the second time.

You don't want to make a second guess, and no one else can force you.

Because you are the dealer of this bet, you have the right to forfeit any subsection.

Although the faces were dissatisfied, they could only swallow their breath and cross the second bar and enter the third bar of the bet.

In the third stanza, you guess again where the sick card is.

"I just know that the sick card is in your hand, because your eyes have betrayed you!" You said firmly.

It was your firmness that hit the face of the person in the center for me.

But just as the face of the person in the center was hit hard, I heard two ballads.

One of the ballads has a sad melody and is overflowing with the sorrow of love.

The person who folded the flowers last night has passed away this morning.

With whom to enter the grave, for whom to open the skylight.

Your eyelashes are charming, why do you want to cry.

Your tears are crystal clear, lost in the wilderness.

The trench coat was in its prime, and you were on the streets.

In the blink of an eye, the rose had withered.

Now that I think of this ballad again, I can't help but feel sad.

Because this ballad is not only overflowing with the sorrow of love, but also expresses the death of separation at the time of separation.

Isn't what happened between me and you exactly like this ballad?

The people who helped me yesterday are now gone, and they can no longer look at each other and smile.

You entered the grave of your soul alone, but you opened the skylight of life for me.

Your eyelashes aren't feminine, but they always like to cry.

Your tears are crystal clear, and they fade away in the wilderness.

At that time, you liked to wear a bloody suit, but I left you alone in Room 602 of Building D.

I sat at the diamond-shaped blood table and blinked back, only to see that your ghost body had withered.

You're withering, but I'm alive, it's a big joke.

Damn it's me, not you.

It's me, not you, who should be gone.

As for the other ballad, it is a strange and difficult whisper.

The grassland is lifeless, like me, like the withered yellow grass and trees in the depths of winter.

I seek, I seek, I want to find the destiny in life.

But the grassland told me that illness is my destiny and destiny.

I don't want to, I protest, and I use the strength of the rest of my life to shout loudly.

In this annoying storm, no one can silence my voice.

The wind tore the grass and trees, the rain drenched hope, and the thunder and lightning destroyed life, but I couldn't escape the fate of illness after all.

Sick and dying, I had to leave the grassland and return to the big city with a lot of people.

But the people in the big city hated me and hated me, saying that I had brought the germs of the world.

I cried, crying like pear blossoms and rain, crying like a storm.

Standing in the midst of the rainstorm, I silently looked around.

I saw the once vivid big city slowly die, leaving only a familiar grassland.

I laughed, I rolled back and forth, and it was so good that I was back in the yellow grassland, the grassland full of germs.

I laughed, laughed for a long time, it was so good, it turned out that being sick was my fate, and I couldn't escape it for the rest of my life.

Since I can't escape, then I will have to live in the grassland, and all the people who live in the grassland will die of illness.

Germs, germs, lovely and great germs, you are the rising sun in the east, the daisy full of flowers, and the ferry of all living beings.

Come, pour into my arms, and I will spend the rest of my life spreading germs so that all people will have your mercy.

Do you know? As the babbling song stopped, I entered a fantasy.

In that vision, I saw a grassland.

In the depths of the grassland, there stood a naked girl.

Later, I learned that this naked girl was actually a three-inch girl who presided over the gambling game.

The three-inch girl in the illusion, claiming to be that person's subordinate, can command many terrifying blood-colored corpses.

Blood-colored corpses swarmed in, and I was gnawed to death in the illusion.

Do you know? The feeling of death is so vivid that I still feel a little crept when I think about it.

But luckily, when I woke up from my vision, I saw you reassuringly.

"Are you alright?" You're so worried.

I take your worries to heart and tell you not to worry.

You nodded, finally relieved.

"Okay, you're fine." You said with relief.

Immediately after that, the game began again.

What is surprising is that the three inches have promulgated a new rule before the start of the fourth subsection.

In the new rules, the last four bars will be combined into one bar, and I will replace you as the dealer for the last bar.

The new rules immediately attracted frantic opposition from the faces, but the result of the opposition was the death of the second face on the left.

After the second face on the left is killed, the faces turn into shrunken turtles, and the game continues as a matter of course.

Next, I unexpectedly gained the ability to see, and I guessed the cards three times and guessed three times, which made my face miserable.

As the saying goes, don't chase the poor, and if you chase it, you will get into trouble.

It was my aggressiveness that caused a violent counterattack on the first face on the right.

Under the violent counterattack of the first human face on the right, it not only ate the second human face on the right side, which was also a cursed face, but also turned into a mountain of human faces ten meters high.

The mountains with human faces are ordinary things.

It only blows lightly, and it is a hurricane.

It's this hurricane that makes you feel so painful.

"Well, I wanted to wait until the gamble was over before I helped you get out of this world, but now it seems that I can't hold on anymore." You groaned in pain.

I don't want to, I don't believe it, I beg you to hold on a little longer.

But you are dying, even if you can resist the attack of the hurricane, you can't resist the impact of the white palm.

"My life is really over, Brother Liang, I'm waiting for you on the other side of my life." You roar like that.

After the roar dissipated, I saw with my own eyes your demonic body shatter and dissolve into nothingness.

Your soul is gone, and that's it.

How can it be? How could you be so distraught?

Didn't you promise me a long time ago to help me get out of this world?

You broke your promise, but I wept.

"My life is really over, Brother Liang, I'm waiting for you on the other side of my life." This sentence kept echoing in my mind, and it made me cry even more bitterly.

Do you know? This is the last sentence you will say to me.

No, the last thing you said to me was not that, but the heart-wrenching post-mortem tragedy.