Macau, Silver Sands VIP Lounge.

There are only six baccarat tables here, and there are a dozen or so customers playing here and there.

Unlike the hustle and bustle of the casino lobby, these gamblers seem to just want to relax quietly, even though they bet hundreds of thousands of chips every time, but whether they win or lose, they can't provoke them to cheer or lament.

At least, it won't show itself.

Even the stackers who stood behind him to watch the battle or rest were also silently playing with the mud code in their hands.

Only one guest was a little different, his eyes were full of red silk, his head was shining with a shiny oil, and the top two buttons of his well-cut shirt were torn open, revealing a black stain on the neckline.

Every time he placed a bet, he had to hesitate for a long time, as if the chips in front of him were all weighing a thousand pounds.

The old knife sat on the sofa behind the side, his hands each missing a little finger playing with a string of small leaf red sandalwood Buddha beads, and looked at this guest with cold eyes.

He was betting with this guest on the bottom of the table, dragging the multiplier to five. Every bet a guest makes, he makes a profit or loses more than a million dollars. Of course, the specific number is naturally recorded by the horse boy next to him with his mobile phone, and he does not need to stare at it all the time.

From last night until now, this unlucky guy has probably lost another 23 million to him.

Actually, it's not bad luck. The old knife snorted lightly and raised his eyes to the back of the guest's neck.

Only he could see that a baby ghost with bruises on his body was sitting on the guest's neck, with two short arms around the guest's head, and the small hand was just over the guest's eyes.

Ghost blindfolds!

The little ghost seemed to be able to feel the gaze of the old knife, turned his head in his direction, and laughed silently.

This smile was meant to be flattering, but the two eyes of the baby imp were tightly sewn with needles and threads, and this strange appearance made the smile extremely mad.

I still can't get used to it.

The old knife shook his head, as if to expel this picture from his mind, then got up and explained a few words to Ma Zai and walked out.

When Lao Dao was still called a knife, he was also a gambler.

lost everything he could, and two fingers were cut off by a loan shark, and he stayed in Macau as a stacker in desperation. After more than ten years, life did not improve much, just because he was mean and short-tempered, and every time the hard-earned guests were poached by other colleagues who were more able to serve people.

The twist of fate was that a year ago, he met a person who said that a life like him, which was born when it was cloudy, was the most suitable for raising little ghosts. At first, he didn't believe it, but the gambler's mentality deep in his soul made him decide to gamble for wealth.

The man had found the bodies for him, a boy who had been abandoned and frozen to death in the wild, and a girl who had been abused to death by her stepmother.

Two corpses of children who died young, two refining methods.

The boy was disemboweled, the third rib on the left side was removed, and the talisman was drawn every day to be incinerated and soaked in water before it was refined into a living corpse after 7749 days. It can be ordered to do things with ribs, but it needs to be fed flesh and blood every once in a while.

The girl used a candle to roast the corpse's chin until the corpse was burned to the point that the skin and flesh were exposed, revealing the fat layer, and then allowing the fat layer to dissolve into corpse oil when exposed to heat and drip into the small coffin prepared in advance, where the girl's soul was imprisoned.

After the refining, he often caused the girl's soul to cover the eyes of the guests, which could confuse people's minds and lose their minds in the gambling game. He sent the boy's corpse to assassinate his enemies, and at first he was cautious enough to make it appear to be accidental, but when the living corpse became more and more hungry for fresh flesh, he followed it to eat the piglets that had been used up.

……

In the future, in the realm of Macao, others will also call me a sword master.

Lao Dao thought proudly as he returned home.

It was a small two-story building with a garden, which he had recently bought from a bankrupt businessman.

He did not turn on the light when he entered, but picked up a candlestick from the low cabinet next to the door, lit a candle the thickness of his thumb, and carried it to the second floor.

The candlelight flickered dimly, distorting the shadow of the old knife on the wall.

Passing through the hallway on the second floor, he walked straight to the last closed room, pulled out another key, and opened the door to enter.

There was no furniture in the room, except for an unsealed coffin on the floor.

In the coffin lay a woman wearing only a thin veil, her eyes closed, her brows furrowed from time to time, as if she was experiencing some pain.

On the side of the woman's calf, the big-headed blue-faced imp who was met by Xiaoxiao before lying down seemed to be asleep, and there were still blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

The blood came from the woman in the coffin, and the white thighs that could not be concealed by the tulle were wrapped in bandages one after another, and there was a new tooth mark where the bandages did not reach, and blood was slowly flowing out of the wounds that had not yet coagulated.

The old knife brought the candlestick closer and carefully observed the severed right foot of the little ghost, and it had only been a few days before a clump of white flesh had grown there.

In a few moments, you should be able to grow a new right foot.

The old knife was quite pleased, turned around and went out, and soon came in with a medical kit.

Placing the candlestick in the corner of the coffin, he first dipped a cotton swab in alcohol and carefully smeared the wound on the woman's thigh. The woman's muscles twitched unconsciously, but she didn't open her eyes.

The old knife did not get up after bandaging the bandage, but let his fingers rest on the skin next to the bandage, hesitated for a moment and slowly began to caress the circle.

The slippery and elastic touch of his fingertips made his heart beat faster, his throat thirsty, his face flashed greedily, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, his right hand was about to lift the tulle and reach in.

Just then, a strange sound sounded in the garden downstairs.

"Ding Ding Dong ~ Ding Ding Dong ~ Ding Ding Dong Ding Dong ~"

Jingle bells!

The battle-hardened veteran knife was forced on the spot.

MMP, the day before yesterday was just the beginning of autumn, and Christmas was still a few months away, who was playing the Christmas concerto in my yard? And it's a single-string accompaniment, is this the mobile phone ring of the Motorola period?

The big-headed imp was also awakened by the sound, and one of them turned over and jumped out of the coffin, lying on all three limbs, baring out a mouthful of fangs.

A man and a ghost were about to go downstairs to check the situation, when they heard the sound of talking from below.

First, a male voice that was obviously lowered said angrily: "Hey...... I don't want a shop on the street, I'm not interested, I can't afford it! ”

Then a crisp female voice said: "Yo, I didn't expect you, a turtle, to know how to open international roaming, I thought it was your mobile phone alarm ringing." ”

"Shhhh Anyway, why do you bring a pet with you on a mission? Does sucking a cat have a bonus to combat effectiveness? ”

There was another sound of fighting, accompanied by the man's muffled grunt of pain.

After a while, the triumphant voice of the victor was heard.

"Meow!"