In the ghost city of Dongming, the living people are extinct, and there are unjust souls coming and going, even Bian Ya, who has always been heartless, feels gloomy, and snuggles up to Wei Qiqi's side tightly, never leaving.

Wei 17 took Bian Ya's small hand, walked step by step in the inner city, in a certain familiar corner, but did not find a familiar shop, replaced by a strange gambling house, under the eaves hung shiny silver hooks, Nanmu plaque inscribed "silver hook gambling house" four big characters.

People come and go, in and out, a few are happy and some are sad, some are happy and some are worried.

The silver hook hung under the eaves and dangled, evoking Wei Qiqi's memory, and he couldn't help but want to laugh. Silver hook gambling house, gutter gambling house, overturned boat in the gutter, really good luck!

Wei 17 passed his door and did not enter, and walked through five or six storefronts, sure enough, a green building stood on the corner of the street, the lights were swaying, the ghost was full of spirits, the dark red paper lantern was written with upright ink characters, and it was the three words "Mingyue Building".

Mingyue Lou of the Silver Hook Gambling Room, he vaguely guessed a few points.

Dongming City is not a copy of Liantao City, Dongming City is the sand table of Liantao City, Chu Tianyou is amazing, build a city out of thin air, in order to deduce all kinds of possibilities, although it can not take into account all the circumstances, all aspects, compared to make hasty changes, I don't know how much better.

Wei Qiqi's words, he listened to it, and in time, even the inner city of Tao City would undergo the same changes.

"Uncle Chu really plans to build a gambling house in the inner city?" Bian Ci glanced at it a few times, quite curious.

"Go in and have a look?"

Bian Ci was a little moved, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Let's go to the gambling house, Mingyue Building...... Forget it, okay?"

Wei Qiqi smiled slightly, reached out to wrap his hand around her shoulder, and turned back to walk towards the swaying place of the silver hook.

Stepping into the gambling house, a ghost servant floated forward, bent down and stretched out his hand, and made a "please enter" gesture. Wei Seventeen looked around, there were more than ten gambling tables in the gambling house, and the dealers were all female ghosts, with graceful demeanor and expressionless faces.

Wei Qiqi found a deserted gambling table nearby, only to see the dealer push a lottery holder in front of him, the lottery holder is made of bamboo, after a long time of rubbing, moist like jade, surrounded by the shape of mountains and rivers, three identical bamboo sticks in the tube undulating, as if suspended in the water.

The dealer stretched out a pocket, took out the bamboo sticks, three bamboo sticks two short and one long, a difference of half an inch, she showed the bamboo sticks back and forth several times, waiting for everyone to confirm that it was correct, rubbed both palms together, sprinkled into the sticks, turned the wrist and shook, the bamboo sticks turned into a cloud of phantom, hit each other, there was a noise, and it stood still after a while.

The dealer poked out his index finger and tapped on one of the sticks, which then floated a few inches higher than the other two. She spread her palms and slashed diagonally towards the table, motioning for everyone to place their bets.

There are three circles drawn on the table, one red and two black, with a "long" character in the red circle and a "short" character in the black circle. One person hesitated, betting a bundle of paper money in the red circle, as if it was a signal, and someone bet one after another, or red circle or black circle, and so on.

The bet is out of his hand, and the dealer flicks the selected bamboo stick, and the bamboo stick jumps out of the lottery holder and falls on the gambling table, which is a long stick.

The dealer takes out the remaining two sticks from the lottery holder and places them side by side with the long stick, one long and two short, without any mistakes or omissions. She accepted the gambling money bet in the black circle, and paid the gambling money in the red circle according to the number, one in and one out, quite surplus.

Wei 17 watched a few games, the rules of betting on "long and short signs" are simple and clear, betting on the wrong full compensation, betting on the long and long signing one to one, betting on the short and medium signing two to lose one, the only thing that people are not used to is that the silver hook gambling house is too quiet, whether it is a dealer, a ghost servant or a gambler, one by one is silent, silently win, silently lose, win enough or lose all, and then leave silently, the gambling house is like a huge tomb, there is no excitement at all.

Wei Qiqi looked at the gambling tables, in addition to the "long and short signs", there are also pai gow, dice, leaf cards and other gambling games, all of which are "games" that win or lose, catering to the mentality of gamblers.

After staying in the gambling house for a long time, the yin qi attacked people, and it was very uncomfortable, Bian Ci rubbed his arms with both hands, and saw that Wei Qiqi was full of interest, so he couldn't help but not speak.

Wei Qiqi looked around, summoned a ghost servant, and threw him a red elixir, the ghost servant put the elixir under his nose and sniffed it, his face was happy, and immediately exchanged five bundles of paper money for him.

The amount of paper money is very light, and it is tightly tied with fine hemp rope, three of which are bundled indiscriminately, and the other two are different, one is tied to tortoiseshell, and the other is bound by a group, but it is only a slight scale, if it is not for Wei Seventeen to be well-informed, he really can't recognize it.

In the distant past, in a time that was almost forgotten, he spent a lot of time studying rope bondage, downloading a large number of videos and pictures, and trying one or two with his own hands, of course, he couldn't find a suitable test subject, and only tasted it.

He was a veteran theorist, a discerning connoisseur, and spent many sleepless nights as a pastime.

After many years, on an unexpected occasion, in an unexpected way, he saw the rope binding again, Wei Qiqi felt kind, he couldn't hold back his curiosity, picked up a bundle of tortoiseshell paper money, and asked, "Who tied this paper money?"

The ghost servant looked frightened, babbling for a long time, and finally held back four words: "Lord Ghost King." ”

There is a ghost town, there must be a ghost king, what kind of character, idle and boring, using rope binding in this kind of place, Wei Qiqi has a regret of saving one.

He took three bundles of paper money and bet it in the red circle, and the dealer popped out the bamboo stick, which was indeed a long sign, and he lost Wei 171 bets.

Looking down on winning and losing, his luck is very strong, Wei Seventeen didn't have any tricks, he bet casually, betting on the red circle for a while, and betting on the black circle for a while, he actually won more and lost less, and there was no time to move, and the paper money in front of him was piled up like a hill, which made people red.

Bian Ya cheered, but Bian Ci was worried.

Wei Qiqi gambled for a while, and suddenly felt that he was in a hurry, he pushed all the paper money into the red circle, and said, "The last one, either upstairs or downstairs to move bricks." ”

Although it is a sand table derivation, there is a qiē that the casino should have, there are dealers with twitching corners of their mouths, ghost servants with fierce faces, and envious gamblers, everyone's expressions are very subtle, and they stop at the point.

Wei Qiqi's "last hand" became the focus of the Silver Hook Gambling House and attracted almost everyone's attention. The iceberg face of the dealer that had not changed for thousands of years finally showed a slight expression, his fingers trembled slightly, and he didn't bounce it down for a long time.

Except for Wei Seventeen, there is no second person to bet, in the red circle, the paper money is piled up, if this one loses again, the dealer can't explain it, so he has to buy a piece of tofu and kill it.

If only the ghost could die again.

At this moment, heavy footsteps sounded in the back hall of the gambling house, and a big man walked out slowly, his eyes were deep-set, the bridge of his nose was straight, and his face lines were extremely hard, like an axe and a knife.

The onlookers were divided on both sides, the dealer withdrew his hands one by one, the ghost servant bowed down, Wei Qiqi glanced at it, guessed his identity, bent his fingers and knocked on the gambling table, and said, "Open the treasure." ”R1058