Suddenly.

The mist wrapped around Qiao Dui's arm, and on his arm, countless eyes opened and stared at him.

Jo Twilight looked at them.

Because there were too many eyes, Qiao Du didn't know which one to look at, so his face also bloomed with dense eyes, from the nostrils, from the tip of the tongue, from the ears.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment.

Qiao Du saw that the depressed and crazy words were outlined in front of him in the form of clouds.

【Lantern Festival】

[The crowd looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim]

[For some people, everything in life is a gamble, they play with fate, trying to subvert the table, even the soul can be offered as a bargaining chip, just to win a glimmer of opportunity, however, most of the gamblers of fate end miserably, many times, even death is a luxury]

[The casinos of the old city sing every night, the men find the momentary pleasure here, the women catch the prey here, and even the eyes behind the curtain are closely watching here]

[You came here only to be the final winner, if you give up everything to have all, are you willing to give it all?] 】

[Roll the fateful dice, and the game begins]

[Difficulty: Alienation]

[Number of companions: 1 person]

【Objective: Win the final bet】

[Objective: (Optional) Survive]

["Others say that nine out of ten bets are lost, but isn't there another one who wins, why can't I be one of them? ”】

"Huh?"

Qiao Du felt strange, because this time she didn't let herself choose the difficulty, and fixed it on [Alienation].

"The degree of freedom is so low."

He felt that it was not as good as his "My Civilization Simulator".

Complaining to no avail, Qiao Du returned home, cleaned up the house, and sat on the sofa.

【Whether to enter the game】

[Yes] [No]

The ripples on the coffee table constituted the depressing and crazy text of the Chosen One's game, and Qiao Du directly chose [Yes].

【Win the Last Game: 0/1】

[Live: 0/1]

【Quest Begins】

【Players, please close your eyes】

So Qiao Du closed her eyes.

Around, the sound of gongs and drums is accompanied by the sound of suona, as well as firecrackers and lively boiling voices, and the crisp sound of mahjong rubbing.

Qiao Twilight felt that the world was spinning, and behind the curtain of smoke and dreams, there seemed to be a pair of eyes looking at her.

The next moment, Jo Twilight felt her ass sit on top of something hard.

"Hey, it's your turn."

The sound of words from beside Qiao Du made Qiao Du open her eyes and find that she was on the mahjong table, and the latter person was urging Qiao Du to play his cards.

Qiao Du is also a Chinese after all, this kind of national quintessence is naturally self-taught, he simply glanced at his cards, and just needed to touch one.

"Self-draw."

He pushes the cards and waits to collect the money.

"I'll go, what's going on?" "Fake, right?" "It's so unlucky, too."

The other three took out the money one after another, and Qiao Du took the money, stood up, and casually grabbed a crowd of onlookers around him.

"You come to fight, if you win, it's mine, if you lose, it's yours."

Then he walked away.

Qiao Du squeezed out the bustling crowd and found that this was a teahouse, where people drank tea and chatted, played cards and entertained, all of them were people, lively and lively, as if it was about to be the New Year.

"Wonderful."

He came to the position against the wall, where there were large teapots, cups, etc., on the table, and there were plainly dressed waiters standing by the wall, waiting to serve customers.

Qiao Du saw a dazzling array of newspapers on the shelf, and he took out the top one, which contained some seasonal reports and social news.

Just as he was trying to find out what the hell was here, the words of the old city were distorted, outlining the oppressive and crazy text description of the Chosen One's game.

[In the spring of the seventy-seventh year of the old calendar, a hundred wastes are waiting to be revived]

[In the face of the long-awaited peaceful New Year, the old city is not as lively and joyful as in the past, a grand gambling game is held in secret, with many participants, some people have hope, some people fight despair, each with their own thoughts, they have disturbed]

[The person who gets the invitation can become one of them, in the corner where no one knows, the curtain has been opened, and all the guests listen to the decomposition]

[As one of the participants in the gambling game, you have only one purpose, that is, to win to the end and win all]

[At this moment, it is the time to start]

"I don't share gambling with drugs!"

Qiao Dui said the sentence she had learned while surfing the Internet.

At this time, a quarrel suddenly broke out in the corner of the teahouse.

As a person who loves to watch the excitement, Qiao Du took it upon himself and immediately squeezed over.

Smack-

Just as Qiao Du came to the front of the crowd, a man flew over, knocked over the table and chairs, and fell to the ground, crying bitterly.

The man seemed to have been kicked and landed on the ground, and it was a burly man in a suit who kicked him.

"In front of me, I still want to come up with a thousand people, and I am full of food."

The man came to the fallen man, turned the man over with his shiny leather shoes, squatted down, groped for something from the other's arms, and soon found a black invitation.

"You've lost."

He took the invitation and walked away.

The person who was kicked to the ground could not move, and could only gasp for air.

"What's going on?"

Qiao Du knew that if he asked the enthusiastic onlookers at this time, he would probably have some information.

"Who knows, playing cards out of the old man was caught, tsk, dare to play the old man on the field of the seventh master, tired of life."

"I've heard that someone has recently formed a bureau, and it seems that you have to have that black envelope to participate."

"I know, I know, my second uncle's aunt's uncle across the street from my second uncle's house got one, saying that he could directly receive tens of thousands of yuan."

"There is still this kind of charity work?"

The masses more or less revealed some information, but not much.

Qiao Du felt a little hard in his arms at this time, and when he touched it, he found that it was the same invitation letter that was exactly the same as the one that was taken away just now.

"Hey, where did you get that?"

The people around me were surprised.

"Sincerity is the result of gold and stone."

Qiao Du assumed a gesture that could only be understood and could not be spoken, and then pulled away.

Looking for a corner, Qiao Du pulled out the invitation with a black cover and looked at the text inside.

The specific content is crepe, and the words are one after another, not that the author is too lazy to make it up, but Qiao Du can't understand it, he simply read it and asked Xiao Ai to translate it.

To put it simply, with this invitation and 100,000 yuan, you can participate in a grand event held in ten days.

At the same time, this invitation also comes with 100,000 yuan, if you can't get together enough 1 million to attend the event after ten days, then you have to pay back all the money and invitation, otherwise there may be accidents.

"So, this is a hundred thousand yuan, and you have to pay back a million yuan?"

Is there still such a scam in the world?

Qiao Du felt incomprehensible, even the old woman who lived next door to his house knew that it was impossible to be greedy for a small price.

He felt in his pocket again to see if there really was a hundred thousand yuan.

It's a pity that after searching all the pockets, even the soles of the shoes have been touched, and Qiao Du only has a hundred yuan on him.

"Hell starts."

Qiao Du concluded.

(End of chapter)