The weasel demon finally died in Sang's hands amidst the sorrowful screams of unwillingness.
But even though his identity was exposed, the dead souls and monsters around him didn't dare to take a step beyond his reach.
Ah Cheng came up to Sang and said:
"You...are you so powerful?"
"They all seem afraid of you!"
Sang Fuchen waved his hand and raised his chin quite proudly: "That's necessary!"
"Monsters and demons are just like animals, bullying the weak and fearing the strong."
"As long as you are strong enough, even if you take off the mask, they won't dare to do anything to you."
"Okay, let's not talk about this anymore."
"The whereabouts of your elder brother are available, just wait."
Saying that, Sang took out a stick of incense from his sleeve.
With a gentle blow, the fragrance will burn on its own.
Acheng on the side suddenly saw something.
This fragrance... seems to be from Master Zhao?
Moreover, the green smoke under the burning was like a rope reaching into the distance.
About a stick of incense later, Master Zhao hurried over.
"Has the person been found?"
Sang nodded:
"The good news is, I found it!"
"The bad news is... in the Sansheng Gambling House behind you. The shopkeeper of this Sansheng Gambling House is the big monster who opened the ghost market this time."
Zhao Zhenren's eyes suddenly became solemn.
Sang shrugged helplessly, then looked at Acheng with a solemn expression:
"Listen!"
"A-Cheng, after you go in, don't speak under any circumstances!"
"If someone asks you anything, just pretend to be dumb!"
"Also, if someone taps your shoulder from behind, don't look back!"
"The most important thing is that the mask cannot be taken off under any circumstances!"
"Do you understand?"
Ah Cheng nodded repeatedly in a panic.
Immediately, Sang and Zhao Zhenren, one behind the other, protected Ah Cheng in the middle.
The three of them entered the Sansheng Gambling House not far away.
In front of you, the lights are bright, and even before you enter the inner hall, you can see a jaw-dropping feeling of jewels.
Ah Cheng, who was wearing a mask, was protected by two people.
Even though he came from a wealthy family, he was still shocked when he saw the decorations around him.
Gradually, the noise in my ears began to get louder and louder.
Everywhere you look, you can see people gambling heavily with Pai Gow and dice.
suddenly:
"A-Cheng, be careful, follow Sang, don't get lost."
Behind him, Zhenren Zhao's voice came.
Ah Cheng replied subconsciously:
"rest assured……"
As soon as he finished speaking, Cheng suddenly felt a chill on his body.
It's like... you're in an ice cave.
This made Acheng shudder involuntarily, recalling Sang's reminder just now.
"I...I have spoken, it should be...nothing will happen..."
"But...it's Zhenren Zhao who is asking..."
Sang scratched his head and suddenly felt that the string on his mask seemed to be a little loose.
Immediately afterwards, under the leadership of Sang, the three of them came to the depths of Sansheng Gambling House.
Before Cheng could react, he smelled the pungent smell of blood.
He looked around and saw that on the more luxurious gambling tables, the things being gambled on were not gold, silver, and jade, but some... creepy things of flesh and blood!
At this time, some excited voices came from my ears:
"I...I bet big!"
"Oh? Where are your chips?"
"Hey! Three women's eyes!"
As he spoke, a green-grey ghost took out three eyes from his belt!
The eyes were still stained with blood, so they were stained on the gaming table.
Ah Cheng's feet suddenly softened and he almost fell to the ground.
"careful!"
Behind him, Zhao Zhenren helped Ah Cheng.
Seeing that Acheng seemed to be a little nauseous, Zhao Zhenren sighed helplessly and patted Acheng's shoulders and back gently:
"It doesn't matter."
"This is the real ghost market gambling house. Do you think it is the same as outside? They are all gambling on ordinary gold, silver and agate?"
During the inquiry, Acheng couldn't help but reveal a wry smile and turned around subconsciously.
Behind him, Zhao Zhenren's expression was a little strange.
"What's wrong?"
Ah Cheng trembled all over and said quickly:
"No...nothing!"
Saying this, Acheng immediately turned his head.
But right in front of me...Sang is gone!
At the same time, a penetrating chill spread throughout his body, causing numbness and stiffness. Acheng was horrified to find that he seemed unable to move.
"A Cheng!"
"A Cheng!"
The anxious voice of the Yinshan child came to my mind:
"A Cheng! That's not Zhenren Zhao!"
"It's a scapegoat!"
"He's looking for a substitute!"
"I was suppressed by him just now and couldn't speak!"
Saying this, the Yinshan boy suddenly appeared from behind Acheng. Looking at Zhao Zhenren, who was still smiling, a small bowl suddenly appeared in front of the Yinshan boy.
The small bowl is all white, with the word "blessing" written all over it in red paint.
When Zhao Zhenren, who was disguised as a dead ghost, saw this, his smile became even brighter, as if he saw some tempting food.
The Yinshan boy gritted his teeth, grabbed the small bowl with the word "Fu" with both hands, threw it heavily to the ground, and shouted:
"Shattered peace!"
The porcelain bowl shattered into dozens of pieces.
The sharp fragments turned into auspicious clouds and wrapped around the bodies of the Yinshan boy and Cheng.
"hey-hey……"
"What a special evil spirit. He can actually pray for blessings. In time, he will become a mountain god!"
"but……"
The stand-in's voice gradually became sinister.
His skin began to turn white, and his mouth began to tear open, revealing teeth like those of a beast.
A foul-smelling miasma spewed out of its mouth.
The Yinshan boy accidentally touched some, and corroded holes suddenly appeared on his snow-white skin.
Screaming in pain, the Yinshan boy immediately grabbed Acheng's collar:
"quick!"
"We need to run out!"
…
On the other side, Sang, Acheng and Zhao Zhenren came to the depths of the gambling house under the attention of many demons and monsters.
Zhao Zhenren looked at the living people placed on the gambling tables and couldn't help showing a trace of disgust.
at this time:
"Come on, come on!"
One of the monsters, covered in white bones, seemed to be on the verge of madness due to gambling. He grabbed the trembling man next to him and threw him directly on the gambling table.
"Spare...spare my life..."
"I will repay the money I owe you, don't..."
Before he finished speaking, the white-bone monster took a dagger and opened the man's belly directly.
"alright!"
"I'll use his liver and heart to make a bet!"
On the other side of the gaming table sat a green-faced ghost dressed like a rich man.
The green-faced ghost smiled and took a human head calmly!
If you look closely, you will see that the inside of the head has been hollowed out.
Immediately afterwards, three dice polished from bones were thrown in through the eye sockets.
"No!"
"No!"
While the dice was spinning, the green-faced ghost showed a philistine smile:
"Come on, come on!"
"I'm done buying it!"
The bone monster's breathing became heavier, and its empty eyes stared at the gambling table.
Finally, after opening the human head cup and looking at the numbers on the bone dice, the bone monster sat on the ground dejectedly.
The green-faced ghost smiled and threw the heart and liver that the other party had just taken out into his mouth, chewing a few mouthfuls intoxicatedly.
When the white-bone monster saw this, its expression was so twisted that even the bones in its body began to fall apart.
"Come again!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white-bone monster noticed that a hand had grasped his collarbone.
"What the hell, get out of here!"
When he turned around, he saw the evil spirit and murderous intent all over Zhao Zhenren's body, and his face suddenly showed a look of horror.
"Go away!" Zhao Zhenren took out the shining golden knife: "You only have three breaths!"
Perhaps it was because Zhao Zhenren had a good moral character that the white-bone monster didn't even bother to clean up the corpse he had brought, and left in despair.
Zhao Zhenren looked at the man in front of him who was still staring at death, and shook his head.
"Selling yourself to the devil for the sake of desire is really a despicable act!"
As he spoke, a golden spell was cast, and with a stream of light, the man's body was instantly swallowed up by golden flames.
And this move immediately calmed the monster gamblers around.
From the beginning to the end, the green-faced ghost opposite him kept smiling without any expression.
Until the body is burned:
"Even though your Excellency is wearing a mask, you can't stop his murderous aura."
"What number?"
Just when Sang on the side was about to speak, Zhenren Zhao said coldly:
"The red-headed mage of Lushan Sect, Zhao Yuecheng."
"..." The corner of Sang's mouth twitched and he looked at the overly upright Mr. Zhao: "Zhenren, are you a tiger?"
Zhao Yuecheng gave Sang a strange look: "I am a dragon."
"..." Sang pushed Zhenren Zhao away and sat in the gambler's seat with a smile.
Zhao Zhenren frowned: "This position..."
"I don't just do it when I want to." Sang rolled his eyes: "Can you bet?"
Zhao Zhenren shook his head.
"Isn't it settled then?" Sang turned to look at the green-faced ghost and said with a smile: "This should be the shopkeeper of the Sansheng Gambling House."
"I would like to meet with the boss of your gambling house. I wonder... if you can be accommodating?"
The green-faced ghost raised his eyebrows:
"oh?"
"It's rare for a living person to see the Ghost King."
"What is your purpose?"
Sang helplessly spread his hands:
"Find someone."
"That person's name is Ning Qi, and he came to your Sansheng Gambling House not long ago."
"Ning Qi?" The green-faced ghost suddenly said, "Oh...it turns out to be that young man."
"Indeed, as soon as he came in and caught the ghost, he asked if he knew where his second brother's parents were."
"Although I know that, at Sansheng Gambling House, gambling speaks for itself."
After hearing what the green-faced ghost said, Sang's heart sank.
"He bet with you?"
The green-faced ghost shrugged: "The conscience of heaven and earth, there are so many witnesses."
"I tried to persuade him not to bet with me."
"I also said, bet with me, if you are not careful, you will die."
"But the young man insists on doing this, what can I do?"
Sang stared at the green-faced ghost and tapped his fingers on the table:
"So... where is Ning Qi and others?"
The green-faced ghost smiled and opened a snack box nearby.
But inside the food box, there was a bloody finger, as if it had just been cut off!