Wind and rain, rainy nights.

A small, fifteen-year-old young man grabbed the edge of the Eight Immortals Table with both hands.

A pair of bloodshot but extremely excited eyes stared at the dice cup in front of them.

"Big, big, big!"

The young man kept shouting, trying to make his bet.

Several big men standing around the table of the Eight Immortals glanced at each other without a trace, and the twenty-four-five-year-old man who pressed the dice cup opened the dice cup, revealing three dice.

"One, three, five, small!"

When the young man saw the points on the three dice, the whole person seemed to be drained of his energy, and he sat weakly on the bench.

"Chen Lang, don't rub it off, don't play yet, if you don't play, get out of the way as soon as possible, don't get in the way of other brothers playing!"

The young man named Chen Lang was at the age of his bloody strength, and he couldn't be stimulated, and he had already become a gambler who had lost his mind.

"Play, why don't you play!"

Chen Lang shouted "Come again" in his mouth, groping his hands on his body, but he couldn't even take out half a spirit stone.

Chen Lang, who couldn't take out the spirit stone, finally lost his hard capital, his head hung down dejectedly, and he was ready to go back to his room.

The dealer opposite Chen Lang is named Wang Sanhu, this time the bureau is specially set up for Chen Lang, Wang Sanhu coveted the pagoda-shaped jade hanging around Chen Lang's neck for a long time.

Seeing that Chen Lang was leaving, how could Wang Sanhu let him go easily.

"Boy Chen Lang, don't be in a hurry to go, the people who come here to play are all my friends of Wang Sanhu, in this way, I will borrow your spirit stone and we will continue to play?"

Chen Lang, who had already walked to the door, stopped his steps, Chen Lang, who was addicted to gambling by nature, knew that the spirit stone lent by Wang Sanhu needed to be repaid with ten times the amount of the spirit stone, but he still couldn't resist the uncontrollable temptation in his heart.

Every gambler knows the truth that nine out of ten gambles are lost, but no one thinks that they will be the nine who lose.

"As long as I have a handful, as long as I have a handful, I can turn the tables around! I can win back all the losses!"

Chen Lang, who killed the red eye, sat back on the bench and took the three spirit stones handed over by Wang Sanhu with bad intentions.

However, Chen Lang's luck did not improve, or Wang Sanhu and the others would not let Chen Lang win at all, and the three spirit stones were quickly lost by Chen Lang.

Seeing that the trick had succeeded, Wang Sanhu smirked and said, "Hey, Chen family boy, you said that our Xianmen miscellaneous disciples are only distributing one spirit stone a month, how long do you say it will take for these thirty spirit stones to be paid off?"

"Tiger ...... Brother Tiger, I ......"

"I know you can't afford it, Brother Tiger and I are also a good talker, and my Brother Tiger doesn't take advantage of you, as long as you give me your piece of family heirloom jade, we will clear up this matter." ”

"Brother Tiger, that's the only thing my mother left me, I ...... I can't give it to you. ”

"Alas, Chen Lang, you know, my brother Hu said nothing in this miscellaneous room, I want to be a civilized person and do not advocate the use of violence to solve problems. ”

Chen Lang looked at Wang Sanhu's five big and three thick figures, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of civilized people.

"But for some disobedient people, I don't mind using a little bit of violence. ”

Wang Sanhu was so sure that Chen Lang didn't dare to resist, with Chen Lang's chicken-like figure, Wang Sanhu could fight ten.

Chen Lang, who was threatened by Wang Sanhu, rubbed the pagoda-shaped jade hanging around his neck with his right hand, which was Chen Lang's last bond.

Chen Lang's mind flashed with those years in the Chen family's compound, and his eyes were unconsciously filled with tears.

It seemed that this piece gave Chen Lang an inexplicable strength, but Chen Lang, who was calm, stuffed the pagoda-shaped jade back into his clothes, stood up and looked up at the tall Wang Sanhu.

"Brother Hu, I can't give you this piece of jade, give me a month, and I will find a way to return the spirit stone to you!"

Hearing Chen Lang's words, the smile on Wang Sanhu's face disappeared, and a touch of cruelty floated on the corners of Wang Sanhu's mouth.

"Hehe! You are worthy of talking to me about the conditions, in this outer gate miscellaneous room, my Wang Sanhu is the sky, today Lao Tzu will let you see the angry appearance of the old man. ”

The last picture Chen Lang saw was a fist that was getting bigger and bigger.

Where are the punches and kicks of a few big men that a thin, long-term malnourished young man can bear.

After just one round of punches and kicks, Chen Lang's eyes turned black, and he collapsed to the ground, only a faint breath proved that he was still alive.

"Brother Tiger, if you really kill this kid, there may be some trouble. ”

A big man whispered in Wang Sanhu's ear, Wang Sanhu caused a lawsuit in the hands of the world, and what if Wang Sanhu and his uncle Wang Zhengyi killed a person in the miscellaneous room that covered the sky with one hand.

"Carry him to his room, clean up the blood, and do it clean. ”

Wang Sanhu squatted down and turned out the pagoda-shaped jade between Chen Lang's neck, ripped it off and carried it in his arms, and spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm on Chen Lang's body.

"Bad luck!"

A few of Wang Sanhu's subordinates got the order, found a guy to clean up the blood stains on Chen Lang's body, and quietly carried Chen Lang back to the room under the cover of the thunder on a rainy night.

As for whether Chen Lang lives or dies, it is not their concern, it is best not to die, he deserves to die, who told him to dare to offend Brother Tiger without knowing the sky.

Chen Lang's breathing, which was lying on the cold bed, gradually weakened until he disappeared, and he couldn't survive it after all.

At the moment when Chen Lang breathed, the night sky with torrential rain thundered loudly, and irregular lightning pierced the dark night.

A pale golden lightning bolt passed through the house and struck Chen Lang, who had already choked his breath.

This pale golden lightning did not cause substantial damage to Chen Lang's body, and even the skin was not scratched at all, if anyone saw it, he would be amazed.

And in Chen Lang's mind, Chen Lang's spirit, which had no will of the Lord, floated quietly, and it only took a moment to dissipate from his body and dissipate between heaven and earth.

However, a golden divine soul suddenly appeared next to Chen Lang's divine soul, which was fusing with Chen Lang's divine soul who had lost his will.

I don't know how long it has been, Chen Lang, who was lying on the bed without a sound, moved his fingers slightly, and then his closed eyes suddenly opened, shooting out two beams of golden light.

'Chen Lang' suddenly sat up, and shouted with grief and indignation in his mouth.

"Lan Qingyang, you can't die well......"

When 'Chen Lang' glanced at the room, he couldn't help but be surprised.

"I ...... I'm not dead!"

"Where is this?".

Looking at the unfamiliar environment, unfamiliar body, and unfamiliar clothes, 'Chen Lang' frowned and thought.

The memories in his mind flooded like a tide, and a thick tiredness hit his heart, and 'Chen Lang' didn't have time to think about it, his eyes turned black, and he fell into a deep sleep on the pillow that was not soft.