The organizer was silent, he only stared at the white warbler.

"When did you become aware of it?"

Obviously, he quickly understood Bai Ying's intentions, but he asked not about the fact that he had come up with his name in this way, but about the deeper rules of the game that Bai Ying was aware of.

For example, Xue Youda, he thought that some organs in his body could be used as bets, which is normal, after all, some casinos do do do this kind of thing, although I don't know if it is useful to buy people's hands and feet, but it is still very good to deter others.

But in reality, the rules speak of paying an arbitrary price, and that price is not just a part of the body, or even just a part that exists here.

For example, one's own property, such as name, memory, and even existence itself, can be used as a bet.

The White Oriole had just declared his name to be used as a bet, so if the mysterious organizer wanted to call, he would have to tell everyone his name and be stripped away by the illusory deity.

"It does seem to work."

A smile leaked from the corner of Bai Ying's mouth.

It was also an experiment, and now it is clear that she succeeded.

The organizer was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"At the cost of my name, Lin Ming, I skipped shooting."

It was a name that was very unfamiliar to those present, but there was no doubt that it was his real name.

"Lin Ming. I remember that the owner of the restaurant at that time should also be surnamed Lin. ”

Bai Ying got the answer he wanted, and thought to himself.

The person in front of him should be the child of the owner of the restaurant, who was lucky to survive back then, but also lost the life of a normal person.

He did nothing but gain power to take revenge on those with vested interests who had killed his family.

"If you want to take revenge on those people back then, you can go directly to seek revenge, there is no need to pull us innocent people."

Bai Ying said coldly.

"Or are you unable to even take revenge, so you can only find ordinary people to vent your anger?"

Those who benefited from gambling back then are now big warlords, big celebrities, and they themselves have extraordinary abilities beyond those of that time, which are not so easy to deal with.

That's why he set up a gambling game here in the first place to try to recreate the old days, that is, to gain the power to match it.

"What you say won't make any waves in my heart, after so many years, I'm already like a dead ash and won't rekindle."

The organizer replied.

"Non-combustible garbage, it's definitely not thrown in a black bucket."

Qiao Du commented.

Bai Ying glanced at the revolver.

"At the cost of thirty years of life, I skipped shooting."

She then said.

Suddenly, the illusory tentacles that hung from the ceiling were like smoke, burrowing into the nostrils, ears, and mouth of the white warbler, as if they were sucking her soul.

Then, the tentacles pulled away, taking with them something colorful and intense.

The white warbler seemed to have aged a lot suddenly, her hair had lost her luster, and her body had fallen into limp, as if she had aged thirty years in the blink of an eye.

She is less than thirty years old this year, and she has paid thirty years of life, and she has become a dying old lady.

The white warbler is gambling.

Bet that the other party will not be able to live for another thirty years.

After all, according to Lin Ming's condition, this broken body should not be able to support it for so long.

Another point is that Bai Ying wants to verify how powerful this god in charge of the gambling game is.

Because theoretically, if Bai Ying died here, then she would not have a thirty-year lifespan at all, and she would die immediately, but now Bai Ying has successfully paid the price of thirty years of life.

There are two possibilities for this.

One is that this price is not determined by the future situation, but only considers the present, under normal circumstances, it is not a big problem for the white warbler to live for more than 30 years, so it can pay the price.

Another possibility is that this price predicts the future cost, and the white warbler won the final victory, so it can pay for success.

If it is the first type, then Bai Ying thinks that Lin Ming's current physical condition will not live for thirty years.

If it was the second type, then she didn't have to worry about it, Lin Ming categorically couldn't pay it.

Moreover, if Bai Ying does not win, then the god in charge of the gambling game is equivalent to getting Bai Ying's blank check, which creates a paradox.

"It's really a sacrifice of life!"

Qiao Duan watched the game between the two sides with the mentality of eating melons and watching the show, and couldn't help but sigh heartily.

And it was time for Lin Ming's turn.

He didn't hesitate too much.

"I pay thirty years of life for skipping the shot."

Suddenly, Lin Ming was also absorbed by the tentacles, and he was much older, but his own appearance was already hideous and miserable enough, so there was no difference.

The old white warbler frowned.

It's not that she didn't think about the possibility of Lin Ming really paying the price.

"Now it seems that the price is only for the present."

Bai Ying confirmed the form of payment of the price.

It's a pity that now it's the turn of the white warbler.

She will either continue to pay for thirty years of life, then she will have to gamble on whether she will live to be in her nineties, or she will choose to shoot, betting on her luck now, whether she will be hit by that one-half bullet.

Thinking of this, Bai Ying was silent for a moment, and quickly made a decision.

"At the cost of all my souls, and, the next time it's my turn, I'm going to shoot at the price, skip this shot."

She spoke resolutely.

All souls are clearly above lifespan.

"What!"

Sheriff Wang's eyes widened on the side, he didn't expect this kind of operation.

If that god is really powerful, he will naturally be able to meet Bai Ying's request.

In this way, Lin Ming will either sacrifice his soul as well, and then leave all the options to luck, if Bai Ying is not shot next, then his soul will belong to Bai Ying, and when it is his turn, he must fire the shot that must be loaded with bullets.

Or he chooses to bet his own luck in half.

And judging from the pulling game between the two, the probability of this bullet is very high.

After saying this, the illusory tentacles immediately invaded the mouth and nose of the white warbler in a strong way, and after a moment, it pulled away with the thick and colorful translucent thing.

Plop –

Bai Ying's eyes lost their look and fell into the chair, like a doll to be played with.

However, the game is not over, because Bai Ying only loses his soul, not his life, and even if he has no soul, he can still continue to play the game.

Lin Ming looked at Bai Ying and was silent for a moment.

"All I need to do now is shoot, then your soul will be mine, and then you will shoot directly and end your own life, do you really dare to bet like this?"

He said in a deep voice.

Withered fingers tapped on the table, and Lin Ming quickly had a choice.

(End of chapter)