Xinyuan City

This bustling city is located in the heart of the entire Yuanxia, and it is sandwiched between two major cities, with excellent access

Network. A variety of transport options include land, sea and air, allowing tourists and locals alike to travel freely and easily in and out of the city. It is synonymous with modernity and an inevitable consequence of the development of magic to this day.

Some people say that modern magic is not real magic, but that real magic is the creation of the "impossible", and modern magic is the simplification of the "possible" through a series of techniques. Nowadays, magic also relies on modern basic scientific knowledge, and when people's technology has accumulated to a certain extent, with the continuous development of data and virtuality, the city came into being.

However, compared with modern cities, Xinyuan City is more like a new concept of city, except that it is in the future, and it is well applied to the construction of the city. Although the daily life here is no different from the outside world, the substantive fundamentals have already changed dramatically.

Jinhuang Underground Casino

Gambling is a grey area activity in all parts of Genxia, and this city is no exception. Located in a remote area, the Golden Underground Casino is a great place for people from all over the world to come and play. It's not that the city is a well-known gambling city, but compared to the southeast area of Yuanxia (the only area where gambling is legalized), the city is more complete in other aspects, and the scale of this casino is not inferior to the big casinos in the southeast region. Naturally, it has attracted many gamblers from other places to try the depths.

However, those who have become gamblers have no way out from the moment they sit down at the table. They will come to an end in this endless cycle of death. When they lose that last chip, their own collapse is imminent. Very few people can restrain their desires and get out of this vicious circle.

On one side of the table sat a lean old man. The white sideburns on both sides were neatly trimmed, and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses pressed against the bridge of the nose. The wrinkles on his face are not particularly conspicuous, but his smile always gives people a sense of harmony. He looked directly at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes were obviously very kind, but they were full of mysterious charm like a hidden sword. He has a dignified posture and a well-behaved manner, and even the movement of picking up a wine glass is graceful and perfect. The old man was dressed in a white shirt and a black undercoat, and a blue and white trench coat on the outside, with a beautiful pattern like a flying blue butterfly. He had a silver pocket watch hanging from his chest, a fancy openwork caseback and a dial on a white background lined with shiny silver dragon's whiskers, and a bracelet that went around the buttons and threaded and fastened into the inner bag. There is a dark gold cane resting on the side of the golden leather seat under him, and with Cheng Liang's leather shoes, he looks like a famous old professor.

The gamblers on the lookout looked gloating, of course, to the middle-aged man on the other end of the table. It seems that the situation of this gamble is already very clear, and the middle-aged man sitting in front of the old professor has reached the end of the road.

The middle-aged man couldn't sit still, his hands trembled, and his pupils were bloodshot. His breathing was very rapid, a sign of some lack of oxygen in his brain due to excessive agitation. The middle-aged man propped his hands on the table, staring at the chips that had become the other party's bag with wide eyes, and his eyes were incredible. At this moment, he is experiencing despair and a precursor to a person's imminent collapse.

"Game over, Mr. Uejo, your chips have been reset to zero."

The old professor's voice was very gentle, as if he was stating this helpless result. However, it gives people a very magical feeling, as if what he says is the truth, and you unconsciously obey his words. The old professor's words seemed to be the final blow to the middle-aged man, and he gasped, danced with his hands, and said in a trembling and hoarse voice:

"No.... No..... I... I have not yet... Lose.... I.... I still have chips ......!! ”

The middle-aged man was obviously on the verge of collapse, and as soon as these words came out, he immediately took out a suitcase from under the table.

"It's... This one!! This is my last bargain!!"

The middle-aged man quickly put the box on the table and opened it to the old professor. Inside, there is a Japanese sword with a sheath. The scabbard is unique and eye-catching, with colourful stripes wrapping around the sheath that seem to be emitting a striking brilliance. The handle has a simple pattern and a full moon sign engraved on the end.

"Oh? What does that mean?"

The old professor looked at the Japanese sword, still unfazed.

"It's... Isn't it possible to use any valuables as bargaining chips here?! I... I'll take this knife as a bet!! ”

The middle-aged man became even more excited, his face turned red from congestion, and it seemed that he had made a very decisive decision to take out the knife. However, this is just the self-regulation of gamblers, and when he brought this thing to the casino, it was inevitable that he had already made such a decision in his mind.

The old professor remained silent, smiling as she looked at the man in front of her, who was already going crazy from extreme collapse, tapping lightly on the table with one hand and slowly tasting the wine glass with the other.

There was silence all around, and the sound of the old professor banging on the table was like a clock, counting the time that was fading away. It was like an execution, and the middle-aged man couldn't wait still. This sudden silence seemed to be disintegrating the middle-aged man's last restlessness and defense line bit by bit, and he was gradually calming down.

"Wait..."

"Okay."

This sudden silence made the middle-aged man just want to regret retracting the decision just now, but the old professor responded first. At this moment, the people around were instantly ignited, and they all applauded excitedly. It seems that these people are watching here just to make fun of the moment when others collapse. Fueled by this atmosphere, the middle-aged man naturally couldn't say anything remorseful, and could only start the final gamble more cautiously and nervously. This time, he is already at the point of being ruined, and if he fails, he will never recover.

"Five hundred thousand, this is the value of your knife."

As he spoke, the old professor took out five stacks of chips from the pile of chips in front of him and pushed them in front of the middle-aged man, and then motioned to the attendant on the side to bring the suitcase. The hooded black-clad attendant walked up to the middle-aged man and reached for the suitcase on the table. However, the middle-aged man suddenly reached out and pressed the box, and pleaded with the old professor:

"Can.. Can you wait until I lose the 500,000 and then take this knife away..."

The attendant withdrew his hand and waited for the old man's order. The old professor frowned, but his smile did not change. He picked up the goblet and drank the last sip of red wine. Then he sighed lightly and shook his head with a smile, as if to sigh something. He gestured for his attendant to return, and finally said:

"Okay, then let's treat it as you, the last special treatment."

As he spoke, the old professor's smile suddenly changed, as if something else was hidden under the smile. But soon, it changed back to its normal appearance. However, the middle-aged man did not notice these details, and was relieved when he received a response. As the dealer handed out the cards one by one, the two began the final game.

Naturally, in the end, it was inevitable that after the middle-aged man had put out the last pile of chips, he ushered in a real defeat. With the cheers and shouts of the crowd around him, he fell into the abyss. The middle-aged man put his fingers into his mouth with a distorted expression, his teeth squeezed his fingers angrily, and blood quickly flowed out of his mouth. The old professor could tell from his eyes that he was crazy. And such a crazy person will definitely do radical behavior next, and even destroy and kill people at all costs.

The people around them obviously did not have these awareness, and some people scattered in a hurry after seeing the results of this gamble. And some people didn't think it was a big deal, and began to coax and taunt the middle-aged man. And witnessing this hell, he gradually quieted down, his body no longer trembled, and he no longer let out a low roar, this is the calm before the storm.

"Gambling is a demon that can bring you wealth and calamity, but it's all personal. Gambling is also an invitation to hell, how to stay sober is more important than winning wealth, but it is all up to the will. This is gambling, and it is a gladiatorial battle that bets on possessions, on life, on consciousness, and once it begins, it cannot be stopped. Not enough enlightenment, young man..."

The old professor suddenly said this, and the next moment, the middle-aged man suddenly pulled out the knife in the suitcase, and the speed made people instantly understand that this person was a practitioner. Then he leapt over the table and slashed at the white-haired old man in front of him. At that moment, it felt like time had been slowed down. The screams of the people around him, as well as the posture of almost wanting to go first, and the slow in the air

Middle-aged man with a knife in a chopping down. But the old professor in front of him was still indifferent, as if he had expected such a result. He raised his head, glanced at the middle-aged man, and sighed with regret. This disdainful action provoked the middle-aged man's anger even more intensely, and the knife in his hand flashed with a dazzling dazzling light, and then followed the middle-aged man's posture, and the blade slashed downward.

However, the blade slashed at the old professor's body, but instead of getting the feedback of the slash on the entity, it pierced through the past.

“...!”

Not only the knife, but even himself who jumped over also passed through the old professor's body. He straightened up with a shocked expression, but the surprised eyes gathered behind him as if they couldn't see him. He immediately looked back and saw a man with a severed neck with his head tilted up, his hands on his neck, blood gushing out of his arteries. The man sat in his place with a pained face but remained motionless. And that figure, isn't it himself?