Sequence: Waking up in the secret room and letting me play the fortune teller

"Sir, does this mean that I will be in great danger?" Nan Guan asked, looking pitiful.

Qin Yangming cheered himself up and said, "It's okay, there's no danger."

I will protect you well, we will all protect you well, he thought to himself.

At this time, Bai Lu came back carrying her medicine box, looking a little unnatural.

Nan Guan asked, "What's wrong?"

Her eyes were a little vague, and she said, "Nothing... nothing."

"By the way, I just saw that it was very lively outside, as if there was a magic show going on. Let's go and take a look!" she said suddenly.

"What's so good about that?" Nan Guan said.

"Let's go and have a look! It's very lively, and there's someone who's still betting!"

So, Qin Yangming and Nan Guan were pulled there by Bai Lu and quickly arrived there.

Quite a few people have gathered here, and the noise is boisterous and lively.

The three of them moved closer and looked over the shoulders of the people in front of them. They saw a piece of red cloth on the ground with three buckled white porcelain bowls on it.

The bowls were very worn out and looked dirty. One of them even had a big crack on it. It seemed that it was not easy to find these things in this damn place.

The street performer was sitting cross-legged in front of a red cloth, holding a pair of chopsticks in his hand, looking at the blushing man in front of him with a half-smile.

The man had a face full of green stubble, his eyes fixed on the three bowls in front of him, his teeth making crunching sounds.

"Guess quickly, you've been hesitating for a while!"

The street performer held a red wooden chopstick in his hand and tapped lightly on three bowls, making a crisp tinkling sound.

The people watching the excitement nearby urged:

"Hey! Guess quickly, you're taking so long!"

When the man heard this, he became furious like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He turned around and yelled at the bystander with a red face:

"Why are you in such a hurry? It's not your guess!"

The spectator who was yelled at was startled, then snorted coldly and said in a sarcastic tone:

"Humph, you've guessed so many times and you didn't get it right once, and you still have the nerve to yell!"

Someone nearby also said: "Yeah, I've lost everything. If I lose again, I'll lose even my pants."

The man was furious when the cold words reached his ears. He grabbed the collar of the man who spoke last and said viciously:

"If you keep spewing shit, I'll kill you right now!"

The man who was grabbed by the collar was frightened and stopped making any sound. He just continued to look at the man with resentment, as if he wanted to enjoy the man's ugly appearance.

The man squatted down again, pointed at the bowl in the middle of the three bowls and said:

“This bowl!”

After hesitating for a while, he said, "Two!"

The street artist had a half-smile on his face and asked, "Are you sure?"

The man, who had already made up his mind, suddenly became undecided and began to hesitate again.

Bai Lu whispered to Qin Yangming beside her: "That man is a Gambler."

The two men nodded. So that's how it was. It seemed that both of them were acting, one was the magician and the other was the drunk gambler.

"I'm sure you'll uncover it." The street performer said to the gambler with a cunning look in his eyes.

"Sure!"

The gambler made up his mind and said through gritted teeth.

The street performer smiled and slowly opened the bowl in the middle.

Everyone finally looked under the bowl, only to see that it was empty, with nothing underneath.

He then opened the porcelain bowls on both sides one by one, and saw a red ball on one side and two red balls on the other side.

The red ball was bright in color and was particularly dazzling in the gambler's eyes, as if mocking his stupidity.

The street artist laughed and said, "Wrong again."

He generously said: "Originally, you wanted to give me everything you have, but forget it. We are all together and we will see each other every day."

After hearing this, the man was not relieved. Instead, his face turned red, like a steamed pig's head, and he was extremely ashamed.

The street artist raised his head and looked around, and said proudly:

"Dear viewers, did you enjoy watching my Three Immortals Returning to the Cave? Is there anyone who wants to gamble?"

"It's very simple. There are three bowls, three balls, and a pair of chopsticks. I will move them right in front of you. In the end, you have to tell me which bowl has how many balls. If you guess the correct bowl, you win!"

He shouted, and some people were eager to try.

"I'll try."

"Let me go first."

Everyone wants to play, after all, it doesn’t matter if you lose.

"Shut the hell up!"

The sullen gambler suddenly shouted loudly, and the chattering crowd suddenly fell silent.

"I'll keep betting!"

The gambler stared at the street performer with red eyes, and his saliva hung on his chin.

After a brief silence, the street performer said to the gambler seriously:

"But what else can you lose to me?"

The gambler bit his lips so hard that traces of blood oozed out from his lips that had been bitten to purple.

"What else do you have to bet on?" the street artist repeated.

The gambler felt mixed emotions. After a long while, he suddenly raised his head, a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he spoke word by word:

"I! Bet! My! Life!"

Everyone around was shocked, obviously not expecting the gambler to do this.

The street performer was also stunned, and unexpectedly, a cruel look appeared on his face.

He just said, "Okay! I promise you! But..."

The gambler asked excitedly, "But what?"

The street performer said, "But I don't want your life. What do I want your life for? I just want something from you!"

The gambler asked, "What?"

The street artist shook his head and said, "I can't tell you now."

"How about it? Do you want to bet? If you win, I will return all the things you lost before. If you lose, the thing on you will belong to me!"

No one around expected the situation to develop to this point. Everyone thought it was just a simple role-playing game.

"Betting..."

Someone in the crowd watching the excitement whispered something.

"Yeah, let's gamble! What are you afraid of?"

"Don't be a coward."

"Forget it, it's meaningless."

Gradually, more and more voices appeared.

But the gambler's ears were buzzing at this time, he was dizzy and could not hear the sound outside.

He pounded his fist hard on the ground, not caring if his hand hurt or not, staring at the street artist and saying:

"I bet!"

There was a sighing sound immediately from all around.

"But I have a request!" the gambler suddenly said.

"Before you perform your trick this time, I'm going to search you!"

There was hesitation on the street performer's face, but under the gambler's fierce gaze, he nodded.

The gambler rushed up to the street performer without any hesitation and kept touching him with both hands.

After a long while, the gambler finally stopped and proudly showed the three red balls in his hand to everyone.

There were three red balls on the ground, and the street performer had three more red balls hidden on his body. The gambler now found all the balls hidden on his body and proudly showed them to the people around him.

"Humph! Let's see how you can change this time!"

The gambler threw the red ball in his hand hard into the distance. As the red ball fell to the ground, he sat back in front of the three bowls, his eyes almost glued to the bowls.

"Humph! Let's see how you can change this time!"

A voice came from the people around:

"Why is this so? This is just a trick, not a spell!"

"Yeah, you searched my body all over, and even put your hand into my pants to feel around, how can I expect you to change?"

The gambler said unconcernedly, "Humph! How he changes is his business!"

The street performer stretched out his hand and signaled everyone to be quiet.

"fine."

He said calmly.

Then, he restrained his expression, reached out and picked up the red wooden chopsticks on the red cloth, knocked them on each of the three bowls, and began the magic trick.

“They’re just regular bowls.”

He opened the bowls one by one, and there was a red ball under each white bowl.

“Is that okay?”

The street performer looked up and interacted with the gambler.

"No problem." The gambler said, staring at the balls.

Then the street performer put the white bowls down one by one in front of everyone.

He tapped the middle bowl with the red chopsticks in his hand, then swiped the bowl on the right, muttering:

"past!"

Finally, he put the red wooden chopsticks in his hand on the ground, spread his hands and said:

"Guess!"

That's it, it's that simple, just guess!