"Blackjack, bet size, Russian roulette, it's all up to you. No matter what you bet on, I will accompany you!" Da Beitou looked at Song Qingwen confidently.

In the life creed of the big back.

A man can be not lustful, not good at drinking, not good at food, but he can never be bad at gambling.

The so-called bad gambling is just that there is no capital that can be put on the table.

Get it for nothing... Even the ups and downs of the mind that seek that kind of instantaneous change of fate are the most fascinating.

"Blackjack betting psychology, dice betting skills, Russian roulette is the gambling fate. Song Qingwen said slowly.

After studying the knowledge of modern civilization for so long, it is impossible for Song Qingwen to not even distinguish these three things clearly.

"So you're gambling on your life?" asked as he looked at Song Qingwen with his back turned his head, tearing a candy from his palm and stuffing it into his mouth.

Song Qingwen shook his head: "No, I bet on your eyes, you can see your complete ass with your own eyes." ”

The smile on the big back stiffened.

Then he said, "Interesting!

"Can there be such a gamble?"

"Okay! I'll bet with you. ”

"What's your bet?"

The big back turned to Song Qingwen and asked.

"What do you want?" Song Qingwen asked rhetorically.

The big back said: "I want your courage, if you lose your courage, you will mortgage it to the castle, and from now on you can only be a gutless rat." ”

Song Qingwen nodded and approved the bet.

In the next moment, the big back directly picked up the revolver on the table.

It was a shot to the jaw.

Just as the three gambling methods he proposed can 'cheat', the gambling method proposed by Song Qingwen himself can also cheat.

It's just that the big back hand is fast, and Song Qingwen's hand is faster.

The wind, which was compressed to the extreme, turned into a severed head.

Before the bullet hits the jaw of the big back, the head is severed.

The flying head was raised high, and he saw the headless body that happened to be lying on the table.

The huge ass is also in full view.

"I lost!" The head of the big back snapped and fell to the ground, and was trampled by Song Qingwen who was passing by.

Big Back thinks he's the best at gambling.

Therefore, it is necessary to pull Song Qingwen into his own 'rhythm', use what he is good at, and restrain what Song Qingwen is not good at.

However, Song Qingwen used his own way to give back to him.

He only used a blow of the wind knife.

And this is exactly what Song Qingwen is good at.

It has nothing to do with gambling.

The strength and skill of that knife are just right.

Just the right amount of power is making the big back's head fly, and with a crisp and sharp knife, his brain has not lost consciousness due to pain or loss of body provisions.

After passing through the casino on the third floor, Song Qingwen went up to the fourth floor.

There is a large indoor swimming pool on the fourth floor.

By the pool, several beautiful swimsuit beauties with impeccable figures, skin, and appearance are frolicking in the pool. In the fitness equipment area on the side, there are also beautiful women with thin clothes and scarce fabrics, who are sweating and doing various sports.

When the lights are shining, the angular muscles roll beads of sweat, and the toned delicate body exudes a sexy allure, which seems to make people's eyes can't help but stay on them.

When Song Qingwen walked in, they sent an invitation to Song Qingwen.

This obviously doesn't work.

Under the sparkling water, between the women's thighs, there are transparent skates.

Deadly weapon, hidden out of sight.

In someone's cave, there are already poisonous snakes hidden. The gym girls also stopped moving, and there were guns and explosives hidden in those exercise equipment.

This place is not a fat powder cave, it is clearly a white bone cave.

Song Qingwen raised an index finger.

Then connect your index finger to the dots.

As if a gun, the fingers popped out of the strong wind, killing these women before they could attack.

Song Qingwen did not see the danger hidden underwater.

But it doesn't prevent him from clearing these 'obstacles'.

"Tsk! it's getting more and more boring!" Song Qingwen let out a mocking sigh as he slowly walked past the swimming pool that had been dyed bright red.

He even deliberately slowed down.

Give the main messenger behind this castle more time to prepare.

Finally, Song Qingwen came to the fifth floor.

This is already the highest level of the castle.

The castle is large, but the number of floors is not high.

There seem to be a lot of rooms on the fifth floor.

Song Qingwen didn't push open any of the doors, just walked alone in the empty and dark corridor.

The monotonous sound of footsteps, banging on the ground and the corridor, and the sound coming out would make ordinary people creepy, but it could not make Song Qingwen move in the slightest.

He came to the deepest room.

The door to the room opened on its own.

A man in a burgundy suit, dark green curly hair, and clown makeup painted on his face is playing the piano.

The eerie and inexplicable sound of the piano flowed from the clown's fingertips.

Song Qingwen felt the mania and surging of the 'monster' power in his body.

"Pure Black Emissary?" Song Qingwen asked.

The clown's piano sounded.

Then he slowly closed the piano lid, pushed away the stool and stood up.

"Black Emissary?"

"Perhaps... ！”

"But I think I'm righteous!" what do you think?" the clown seemed to grin and asked Song Qingwen rhetorically.

He turned his back, turned his back to Song Qingwen, and came to a table.

Then I flipped through a folder.

Inside the folder is a deed.

"Hand over what you hold dear... Any one piece. You can become the owner of this castle. ”

"You can take anything from anyone, including their lifespan, emotions, and even souls, through contracts. Will you be God or the devil... Who knows? You can do whatever you want this place to be. In this castle, whatever you will will will be carried out, whether it is food, guns and ammunition... Or something, something more interesting. ”

"You're going to get them. The clown said to Song Qingwen.

At this time, Song Qingwen revealed his true emotions for the first time.

For the first time, there was a real fluctuation of mood after entering the castle.

"Does it include a large particle collider, a P4-level laboratory, and all kinds of high-tech research equipment?" Song Qingwen asked.

The clown was stunned.

He didn't expect that Song Qingwen would ask this at all.

"Perhaps... ！”

"Don't you want to try it yourself?" the clown gestured to the table, and the contract on it.

Song Qingwen's emotions fluctuated a little more intensely.

But it quickly calmed down.

"It's old-fashioned, but it's functional. ”

"To be honest, this set... I didn't use it much more than a hundred years ago. But I didn't expect that one day, I would also be moved by this. ”

"Some people will believe in the credibility of the villain when they see the contract, and they believe that with the guarantee of the contract, the villain will keep his promise. But in the eyes of the real villain, the contract itself is a trap, and the real ferocity is hidden in the seemingly fair contract. ”

Song Qingwen walked over as he said and picked up the contract on the table.

Then shake it with your hand.

The thick paper splits through the middle.

A thin piece of paper, lightly flying.

"The routine is a little older, but the most important thing is that it works. But the usage is a bit naïve, and there is still something to learn!"