Yu Fan nodded subconsciously after listening, but the black-robed man explained in such detail and detail, there was no reason why he didn't understand.

At this time, Ling Qiao didn't care too much about what the ideal country was described in the black robe's mouth, and at this moment she took over her favorite Su pear fruit and fruit pear berry from an old lady who ran a roadside stall and was rarely patronized, and did not forget to give some to Yu Fan. I wanted to give some more to the black-robed man, but the black-robed man waved his hand and declined.

Lingqiao examined the old lady chatterily, and found that her eyes were cloudy, yellow tears were drowning, and the dry old face was covered with dry lines, touching this depressed city with a kind of spiritual consciousness. Her nose was sunken and her nostrils turned up, as if she had been tortured far away to cause her current miserable and ugly appearance.

However, she wore a chic and colorful outfit that did not fit her physique, although she spoke little and her body was clumsy, and when she saw the guests, she only reached out to hand over food, like a twitching puppet. However, Lingqiao felt that this old lady still had a trace of human vitality, maybe she was alone in the world and didn't like to socialize.

As they walked past a casino, Lingqiao decided that since they didn't have to spend any money, they might as well go in and play two. You can still make something, and what you can earn will definitely not be too far from this world.

Although Yu Fan lost his younger brother, he finally earned a wife, and after a comprehensive assessment, he felt that he still earned it, for his younger brother, he only had the share of output, and he had to waste a lot of energy on this unsuccessful brother every day. For the wife, I can accompany myself to tease the boring son, since I am lucky, it is better to go to this place to make money and not lose money.

Luck has an attributive quality, it is far away from you when you miss it, and it appears to you like an artifact when you put it aside.

This gambling house is wide and wide, with nanmu as a tree, pear wood as a mawlet, decorated with dragon horses, through the clouds galloping momentum flying very. The bucket bears the power of the four directions, and the bucket arch structure is indestructible, and at first glance it is a representative work representing the highest architectural level in the world.

The building has five floors, the first floor is about two feet high, and it is called the Wound Life Gate.

The tables are dotted among the columns, and the cursive writing on the pillars looks unfathomable. The table is long to facilitate gamblers to place bets, and the whole is made of ebony wood, which is reflected by the light in front of the hall with a smoky pale light.

There are many gamblers here, and they are noisy and lively, which contrasts with the cold conditions on the streets. Yu Fan saw that the chips in the hands of these gamblers were colorful, accurately marking the value of each bet.

However, some people are really not strong, or unlucky, and lose all their luck in a while. Even though he didn't put on some extraneous assets such as his life, money, and jewelry, the person who lost seemed so down, and the moment he lost, his two legs turned into loaches in the mud tank, and he suddenly collapsed, and kept muttering, "It's over." It looked like a cat that had been innocently swinged, and no one went to solicit or take care of it, but in a trance of his own, he ploughed the broken words next to the cracked corners of his mouth.

Then there were others who lost, and they all knelt on the ground in unison, muttering, "It's over, it's over." It was as if the action was like a ritual after a losing bet ran through their vital signs.

Ling Qiao observed carefully, and saw that their faces had changed like flies and tigers in their trembling words, their eyes like dead fish, and the two hands that had nowhere to put them scratched their unkempt heads for a while. These people no longer have the intention of gambling, once they are defeated, they are so depressed, no matter how many such people are mortal, Yu Fan despises them very much. So he followed the black-robed man to the second floor.

The second floor is called Doshomon.

The second floor has a little more quaint style than the first floor, but there are still rafters, purlins, and ebony tables of nanmu, in addition to small stools and windows made of old wood such as red sour branches and ash. It seems that the specs are a bit higher.

The obvious change is that the table is larger, but it is rectangular at the same time, and it is more sparsely placed, separated by silk screens. The screen is embroidered with evil spirits that are rarely seen in the world.

Some of these demons are thin and rugged, with female faces, fox eyes but claws and claws, and their claws break through the karmic barrier and stroke a meditating monk, who is afraid and afraid, and leans on his bloated body as if to push away this evil spirit.

The monk's robe was vulgar and unbearable set off by the silk on the screen, and it seemed that he could only wait for death.

One of them walked barefoot at night, holding the head of a man, whose eyes broke through the eyelids as if they were about to roll out of the screen painting, but the devil's claws clawed at the brow bone of the skull, as if to be the first to enjoy the poor eyes.

Some evil ghosts are full of splendid splendor, do not distinguish the shepherd, have long hair Shura, face like a light cage and pick the moon, eyes like a fragrant soul, and other evil ghosts only reach her bare knees and incense stocks, which can be seen to be much higher, and should be the king of evil ghosts.

Her earlobes are prostrate on her shoulders, each with a skull, a pear blossom floating on her face, and a human head clustered between the stamens of the male and female, Yayoi has a feminine beauty between the petals.

She stroked the fingers of her left hand and stroked her right hand as if she were inviting evil ghosts to worship, bewitching and majestic. However, Yu Fan doesn't think it's terrible, this kind of evil ghost image also exists in the mortal world, but it is generally used in grottoes and other places where Buddha qi gathers to shake evil.

However, there are no temples or incense pools here, and the gamblers here are not like good men and women, so I think it is a little strange. Lingqiao, as a cat demon, still felt terrible to look at these evil ghosts with the perspective of monsters, and hid behind Yu Fan all of a sudden, Yu Fan only soothed her and asked her not to be so alarmed.

The gamblers on the second layer deal with every gamble brought about by the win or loss is like the water of the flat plate, they do not mourn when they lose, they are not happy or surprised when they win, they calmly sit on the small stool with the texture of red sour branches, and gamble round after round with a blank face, win one, lose one, and go on forever.

When he went up to the third floor, Yu Fan felt a wave of heat rush to his chest as he picked up the steps.

His sweat glands were beaten by the heat of convulsions in this cold world, and finally he noticed that the sweat on his sideburns was getting worse, but he still came up and saw a plaque hanging on the wide porch door, and the words on it flew and fluttered, shaking off the cognition of the world's writing by an ordinary man who had not been to a private school for a few years: Jingshengmen.

The heat here overwhelmed the people, and it turned out that there were several large furnaces scattered on it, and the inside was blazing with sulfur, giving off a long-aged smell.

The four sides of the tripod here are engraved with the faces of people who are happy and angry, happy eyebrows and smiles, angry eyes and eyebrows, sad faces and weeps, happy smiles.

These dings are placed under the high kang and are only used for human heating. The person sitting on the kang was shirtless and meticulously clutched his chips, and every gamble seemed so cautious, for fear of losing a gamble by a mistake. Yu Fan carefully observed these people, they had open breasts and long hair and capes.

Some of the robes were open to the belly, reclining, lying horizontally, sitting upright, resting on their backs, or pillowing each other. Compared to the two layers below, their eyes are firm and focused, and they do not have the slightest doubt about the correctness of what they are doing.

Yu Fan felt that they were gambling like the people on the first and second floors, but they were more troublesome, and the size of the chips was larger than the ones below.

The fourth and fifth floors belong to the duplex and are called the Amazing Door.

This floor is a little more around the perimeter of the third floor, and the double floor seems to break through the load-bearing center of the entire building, but it is still standing, and there is a sense of stability in it.

The houses here are wide and closed, the windows and doors are indistinguishable, and the small houses are divided into holes, and there are screens between the doors and windows, occasionally blowing through a gust of wind to make people's bones crisp, and then they feel refreshed.

The ground here is paved with Zhenlong jade, carved white and flawed, and the jade light is shining.

The brickwork is inlaid with white fish that can still swim in the narrow space, one hitting the water and the other volleying, and the fish body is open with golden scales, flexible and jumping.

However, these flying fish are not really alive, but the illusion of fish swimming and jumping caused by the different perspectives of people is that this feeling pushes away Yu Fan's ability to create art, and he suddenly feels that his understanding and epiphany of art are just a crumpled blank paper.