7137. Chapter 7137 The gate fee of the underground bank
Several men disguised as guards followed closely behind him and left with the master.
Ximen Longting opened his pocket watch and realized that the devil is as high as the Taoist.
Wouldn't Jing Jiaren think that he had installed a locator on her body?
It's just that the underground kingdom is isolated from the ground, and any locator will be ineffective as soon as it enters the underground kingdom. After Jing Jiaren left, Ximen Longting was furious for a few days, depressed for a few days, and then used all his strength to search for the entrance to the underground kingdom.
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Just yesterday, he got a map sent anonymously.
Ximen Longting couldn't investigate the sender, and he didn't care about the fraud. He would break through even the gate of hell.
Unexpectedly, with the map and the token given to him in the email, he could enter the underground kingdom unimpeded.
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Jing Jiaren turned her face and glanced behind her. Was it her imagination? It was as if Ximen Longting's aura was surrounding her, following her like a shadow.
The receptionist wore a hooded horse head, which gave a very weird atmosphere.
Leng Lintian poured a bag of won gold coins on the counter. The receptionist counted them and seemed not satisfied with the money they gave them. He threw two hooded masks to them and a door card.
"Go to entrance 6."
Leng Lintian handed the long-eared rabbit head mask to Jing Jiaren, and kept an alpaca mask for himself - commonly known as a grass mud horse.
Jing Jiaren asked as she walked: "You gave away all the gold coins you won, what will you do later?"
"A white wolf with empty gloves."
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"Don't worry, I won't lose." Leng Lintian curled his lips. At the casino, he originally just wanted to win the entrance fee of an underground bank.
Jing Jiaren put on a hijab and walked past a customer wearing a pumpkin head. The entire underground bank was decorated like a Halloween scene, with a dark cave and white candles lit on both sides.
The skeleton held the sign and they followed the direction to the sixth intersection.
After swiping the key card and entering, Jing Jiaren saw a world like a dance party.
The people gathering here all wear hoods without exception, and it is impossible to tell who is who. Only when their identities are removed will they appear equal.
Waiters dressed in clown makeup, witch makeup, or pretending to be weirdos with long noses shuttled between casinos serving food.
A little witch carrying food walked up to her and asked in standard English: "Sir, Miss, would you like some food?"
Jing Jiaren glanced at it and saw that there were five fingers on the dinner plate, and the tomato sauce looked like blood when she touched it.
Eyeballs, brain-shaped cakes, and worm-infested cookies.
The triangular cup contains richly colored martinis, dark red, dark green, and blue, like a cursed potion developed by a witch, with bubbles popping out.
The sight of these foods makes people turn off their appetite.
Jing Jiaren raised her hand and shook it: "No, thank you."
Leng Lintian stretched out his hand, asked her for the two coins she took away, and went to the exchange counter to exchange for two chips.
Because the bet was too small, Leng Lintian walked around the casino, starting from the table with the smallest bet...
Then, Jing Jiaren watched with her eyes as the chips in front of Leng Lintian's table gradually increased.
Whenever the cost is enough, he will switch to a gambling table with larger chips, which is like playing a game and upgrading quickly, which gives him a sense of accomplishment.
Soon, Leng Lintian's chips piled up into a hill, so much that the tray could hardly hold them.