After coming out of Li Meng and the other two, Cheng Fan pinched the note given to him by Ermazi and began to calculate.

The cripple surname is Zhao and the fat surname is Liu. Both of them are ordinary residents of the town and their families are poor.

One lives in the east of the town and the other lives in the west of the town.

Whether from the place where they live or interpersonal relationships, the two seem to have no intersection.

But Cheng Fan keenly discovered one thing in common between the two - good gambling.

If these two gambling sticks have some spare money, they will play with them and try their luck.

What they went to was an underground casino, which was not large in size, but it never stopped.

Wang Wu found them from the casino.

Cheng Fan guessed that the others who were taken to the dilapidated temple at night were probably also some gambling sticks.

When he arrived at the door of Zhao Cuzi's house, Cheng Fan could see the situation at his home at a glance.

It’s not because Cheng Fan mastered some supernatural powers of perspective, but because Zhao Cuzi’s family is too devastated.

There was not even a piece of glass on the window, barely covered with yellowed old newspaper, but it was still airy and the things inside were fully visible.

Cheng Fan frowned and glanced at him, shook his head.

Gambling is a great cause. As soon as the matter is over, Feng Liang, the deputy director of the law enforcement bureau, took the den.

At this time, Zhao Crook was lying on the ground, motionless.

If Cheng Fan hadn't been able to sense his faint breathing, I'd probably really thought he was dead.

As soon as Cheng Fan opened his eyes, he immediately saw that Zhao Crooked had lost all his soul and spirit.

He was drowsy, and there was a ray of black air between his eyebrows.

Judging from this attitude, I can't get up until tomorrow morning if I don't sleep.

Cheng Fan frowned and thought.

Is Wang Wu taking them to the dilapidated temple just to remove their souls and souls?

From the perspective of Tianyan, any part with Wang Wu will become very blurred, so Cheng Fan cannot see it in detail.

Just as he was about to go and see Fatty Liu, an extremely harsh alarm ring suddenly rang in the room.

Zhao Cuzi suddenly woke up, reached out to pat off the alarm clock, sat up slowly, and shook his head.

Zhao Crooker did not hesitate, and walked out of the door with his cell phone in his arms, wandered over in front of Cheng Fan, and headed to the place he was most familiar with.

Cheng Fan didn't have to guess that his destination must be the underground casino.

So he continued to maintain the concealment curse and fell not far behind Zhao Cuzi, and followed him into the underground casino.

Cheng Fan followed Zhao Crooker and finally arrived at his destination.

As soon as I entered, the smell of smoke and sweat came to my face, and it was full of turbid air.

Cheng Fan frowned and entered the fetal breathing state. The top-quality spiritual weapon Taoist robe he wore automatically dissipated the turbid air.

Zhao Cuzi walked into the room, but seemed to have returned home, and his whole body was much more energetic.

He did not stay in the room outside, so he skillfully found a room to get in and entered a basement, which was the true face of the underground casino.

In the concealed curse, Cheng Fan followed in as if no one was around.

It was still the morning when a group of people gathered in front of a large gambling table and started playing.

Cheng Fan noticed a huge figure at a glance, the owner of another name on the note, Fatty Liu.www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

The two of them came here as if they had made an appointment.

This is definitely not a tacit understanding, there must be problems in it.

Thinking of this, Cheng Fan opened his eyes again to check the situation of the people at the gambling table.

Sure enough, except for the dealer, a small number of gamblers lacked a soul and a light black air between their eyebrows.

Cheng Fan's eyes condensed, and his spiritual sense quickly swept across the entire building.

Wang Wu was not here, and there was no evil aura.

This shows that Wang Wu’s stronghold is not here. He probably just came to the casino to find some unlucky guys to draw his soul.

At this moment, a new round of betting began. Zhao Cuzi started betting without saying a word.

Cheng Fan noticed that all the gamblers who lost their souls tacitly bet on the same side.

There were strange smiles on their faces, and the black air between their eyebrows became active.

The dealer didn't care and shouted: "Buy it and leave it! Open!"

"Just!Just!Just!"

The gamblers shouted tacitly.

"One, two, four points!"

Once the words are finished, the winner is decided.

Some people sighed, while others showed joy.

And these people who lost their souls all showed satisfied smiles on their faces.

They didn't seem surprised by the result at all.

After several rounds, Zhao Crook and his group beat him, and even beat him once.

Even the dealer couldn't help but look at them frequently and stared at them with bad eyes.

These old gambling sticks stopped when they saw it was better. They deliberately lost a few games and went back, so the dealer turned a blind eye.

After another round, Zhao Cuzi was tired of playing and went to the side to rest.

A group of gambling sticks immediately surrounded him and started to inquire.

This Zhao Crooker is extremely lucky on weekdays, and he actually won so many bets in a row?

Ghosts know there is something wrong!

"Brother Zhao, are you so lucky today?"

"Yes, have you found some trick?"

"What are the ways to make money? Let me tell you a few of you? I'll make up for you to get the whole flower."

Zhao Crook looked at them dumbly, his expression a little stiff.

He said with a smile on his face: "I don't need Huazi. This is the way Brother Wang introduced. If you want to try it, just find him, it's not a good idea."

This is a sequelae of losing one soul and one soul, and it will become more and more serious in the future.

Cheng Fan watched this scene quietly, and it was noon in a flash.

More and more people are coming to underground casinos.

This group of people who lacked all their souls also attracted a large number of new customers for Wang Wu.

All the old gambling sticks present, who would not be interested in the way to make money?

Cheng Fan immediately guessed the whole routine.

Wang Wu must have taken advantage of the gamblers' desire to win money and used the cheating method of black gas to attract people to join.

Extract a soul and a spirit from the ruined temple, give this group of people a wisp of black air to cheat, and continue to seduce newcomers to join in.

As an intermediary, Wang Wu should have a way to meet the evil god Abro.

Cheng Fan shook his head. This method is very similar to a pyramid scheme.

What pyramid schemes require is the money of others, but what the evil god wants is the life of others, and he must eradicate it as soon as possible.

Everything was as expected by Cheng Fan.

Wang Wu came to this underground casino in the afternoon of that day, and it seemed that he was preparing to harvest leeks.

I found a secluded room and gathered all the leeks over.

"Brother Wang, we heard that you have any way to make a fortune?"

"Yes, Brother Wang, let me tell you all?"

"A bunch of people who have no vision, come on, Brother Wang, please draw a Huazi!"

Wang Wu's face looked very ugly, and it seemed that the evil god had punished him very much.

After glanced around, Wang Wu's face improved a little. With so many souls, he should be able to satisfy the above.

Wang Wu waved to the group of people around him and asked in a low voice:
Chapter completed!