ten steps one kill

Amidst the giggles, he hurriedly pressed Lu Wan's shoulder.

"What are you doing! Let me go!" Lu Jian suddenly lost his composure, shaking his arms back and forth, trying to break free, but he was slapped hard on the back of the neck, and a mouthful of white foam spewed from his chapped and wrinkled lips.

Yan Qianfan felt cold behind his back, and saw that the grizzled old man was nailed to the table, his waist bent like a shrimp, his cheeks were deformed by the cold and hard wood, his chest seemed to be pierced by a wedge, and he couldn't move. A strong arm twisted his arm, forcing his arm to stretch forward along the side of the ear, just enough to reach Liu Hongfeng's eyes.

Standing behind Liu Hongfeng, Feng Guangsheng witnessed the violent,,,, behavior of the crowd, frowned and said, "It's really a bunch of carrion maggots."

Although Yan Qianfan didn't say anything, his expression also showed disgust.

The noise just now dispersed the purple smoke near the gambling table, and Yan Qianfan was able to see the faces of these gamblers clearly.Although their clothes are more decent than those of the gamblers downstairs, they are all deformed. Some are missing ears and noses, and their faces are as uncomfortable as painted crooked pictures. Come and lame.Even so, his expression didn't look like that of an injured patient, on the contrary, he was much more ferocious and vicious than the gamblers downstairs.

They subdued Lu Wan, as if they had won a battle, their faces were flushed, and they hurriedly urged Liu Hongfeng to use the torture.

It was of no benefit to them that Lu Wan had his hands and feet cut off. They just took pleasure in eating other people's misfortune, so they gathered here, waiting for one victim after another.

If Yan Qianfan hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for Yan Qianfan to believe that these mud-like beasts were immersed in the same river and lake as him.

He murmured to himself in a low voice: "It turns out that fate is bet like this."

Facing the faces indulged in happiness, he suddenly felt indignant. When he was fighting and struggling to defend the southern border outside the Xiling Village, how many people lingered in the luxury of life and threw their lives lightly? .

The suffering of life is boundless, but for the so-called bliss, can you bet your soul and dignity on the gambling table?

A golden knife was handed to his eyes at the right time.

It is Lu Wan's sword.

Liu Hongfeng handed over the knife, turned around and handed it to his palm: "Since you are so angry, why don't you do it."

When the gamblers saw that Yan Qianfan had hurt one eye, they regarded him as his own kind, and their gazes on him became even more fanatical.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Qianfan took the knife from Liu Hongfeng, and pressed the heavy weight to his palm, which made his mind clear up a lot.

He lowered his head and looked at the surface of the fine and flat leather sheath, which was sewn with gold thread. The texture of the leather was old, which brought out the luster of the gold thread even more. A section of the blade was faintly exposed at the bottom of the sheath. Very thin, but also very sharp.

This is a very old knife.

It doesn't have the quality of a famous soldier's sharp weapon. Compared with the treasures in the Yan family's Zhujian Pavilion, the quality of the material selection and the forging technique are too rough to be worth mentioning.But its sharpness is outstanding, not by the tempering of craftsmen, but by years of beheading and grinding.

Only fresh flesh and blood can nourish the blade, and everyone who has lived on the blade knows this.Just now, it had just cut off a person's wrist, so the light of the knife was more brilliant than usual.It has no prominent background and stands out from the crowd. It only becomes sharp and unstoppable by cutting countless wounds and plundering countless vitality and hopes.

Just like its owner.

Yan Qianfan looked at Lu Wan again, although he had seen many old people, but not many fell into such a miserable situation, and the only one in front of him who remained surly and obstinate in such a miserable situation.

Lu Wan was under the control of others, and the only movable part of his body was his mouth, so his mouth quickly opened and closed, spit out extremely dirty words, and cursed the group of gloating bystanders around him.The words were so filthy that even Liu Hongfeng couldn't help frowning.

Although the scolding was louder and louder, it still couldn't hide the trembling in Lu Wan's hands.

Blue veins protruded from the back of his hand, brown spots covered his dull skin, and his joints protruded like chicken feet, twitching slightly as he twisted.

His eyes were cloudy, the flesh on his face was loose, his cheeks were deformed under extrusion, and his wrinkles were stacked against the tabletop, soaked in the saliva from the corner of his mouth, it was extremely ugly.

If it weren't for the constant swearing out of his mouth, he would look like a helpless, bullied old man.

But Yan Qianfan will never forget that Lu Jian committed a crime not long ago, chopping off a young man's hand alive, ruining the latter's future.

But Yan Qianfan couldn't help thinking, if he cut off this old hand, how would this person live in the future.Will he be bullied and die on the street?

The two thoughts twisted together and pulled each other, finally exhausting all the strength in Yan Qianfan's body.

His hand holding the knife fell to his side, turned to the side, and said, "Brother Liu, forget it."

Liu Hongfeng didn't speak immediately, but Lu Wan hurriedly said, "What do you mean, do you want to go back on your word?"

Yan Qianfan couldn't help being startled.

Lu Jian spat, and said in a curse-like tone: "If you dare to repent today, I will scold you wherever I go in the future. As long as I live, I will scold you for a day, and I will scold you for the rest of my life."

Yan Qianfan was also anxious, and raised his voice: "I just don't want to hurt you, why don't you know what's good and what's wrong."

Hearing this, Lu Wan laughed loudly, his whole body convulsed from laughing all the time, and everyone around him showed astonishment, then finally stopped, and said in a hoarse but clear voice: "It's just a young boy with yellow hair, he really thinks of himself as a god? Lao Tzu Let me tell you, you are not gambling material at all, I don't care what you come into the casino for, even if you win me by chance, you will get out sooner or later with your tail between your legs."

Yan Qianfan absolutely did not expect to be stabbed in pain by this person, and immediately shouted angrily: "Full of nonsense!"

Lu Wan laughed even harder: "Hahahaha, you still have the heart to pity me, I think you are much more pitiful than me."

Yan Qianfan's face darkened, and the knife in his hand suddenly came out of its sheath.

The blade is very heavy, and years of handling have given the handle a shape, so it will inevitably be awkward in the hands of strangers.As if loudly announcing the last vestiges of pride of its owner.

Lu Wan also raised the corners of his mouth and closed his bloodshot eyes at the same time.

At this moment, his face suddenly became less hateful, and the anger of the others after being cursed by him also dissipated like purple smoke, leaving a bit of respect, a bit of sadness, a bit of belonging to the same kind, The clear and unstoppable sympathy for each other.

Even if it turns into mud, there is still a trace of unshakable dignity left in the end.

The blade fell suddenly, and a gust of wind brushed against Lu Wan's wrist, as sharp as the sting of a poisonous insect, but the pain was fleeting and did not leave a lasting scar.

The tip of the knife did not cut off Lu Wan's wrist, but stably stabbed into the card next to his hand.

Lu Wan opened his eyes, and a piece of flat wood split in two appeared in his vision, the paint color was black, it was the hole card that caused him to lose.

He opened his eyes, his fingers twitching slightly.

There was originally a ring finger hanging on his thumb, and it was as old as his golden knife. On weekdays, a whip wire was tied to the knife ring, and with the help of the finger ring, he could use the throwing and reciprocating knife technique.This is a skill that he has been working on for decades. Although it is a heretic move, it has been practiced to the extreme and has become a unique skill. Therefore, the finger puller is worn on the thumb, and it has not been removed for more than ten years. It is full of impurities. The inferior jade became emerald green and shiny after repeated polishing, with a faint oily sheen.

At this moment, the jasper finger took the place of his finger, split vertically from the middle with a click, broke into two semi-arcs, and landed beside his hand.

He was lying on the table, squinting his eyes, and his eyes just met the neat cracks on the upper half of the fingers. The cracks seemed to have been cut and polished, without any bumps and corners, and they were as smooth and smooth as the original surface, and integrated into one.

What kind of kung fu should a person have to use an inferior knife that is not suitable for his hand to use such a superb knife technique.

The way Lu Wan looked at Yan Qianfan finally changed.

Yan Qianfan put away his knife, met Lu Jian's gaze, and said word by word: "You are right, I am not here to gamble, so I don't have to abide by your rules. Since I won, if you don't accept it, just make a move." deal with me."

Lu Wan was speechless, not only that, but even the gamblers who were clamping his wrists let go of him one after another, stepped back spontaneously, and remained silent.

Only the shop waiter who was waiting in the corner rushed forward, with great effort, lifted Lu Wan from the table, and then said in a low voice: "This young master has a bodhisattva heart, why don't you hurry up and bow your head to thank him. "

"Thank you," Lu Wan shook his stiff arm, still displeased, "He's clearly insulting me."

Seeing his impolite attitude, the waiter in the shop turned black immediately: "Oh, you old man, you don't eat a toast and you don't eat fine wine. Tell me how long you have been in Sanxiaolou, and the gambling debts you owe don't ask you to repay it. Come on, but you still want to cause trouble, and you will not give up until you ruin my business. Don’t you know whose gambling is not good? "

Lu Wan glared at the other party, seemingly speechless, he could only walk quickly to Yan Qianfan's side, snatched the saber from the latter, and left angrily.

The shop clerk glanced at him hastily, then came to Yan Qianfan, bowed and said, "My lord, don't argue with the old man."

"It doesn't matter," Yan Qianfan said, "It was my friend who won the bet, so I don't mind what he says."

The shop clerk smiled, nodded and bowed: "I heard you want to go upstairs to play? I'll take you and your friends there."

Yan Qianfan didn't expect the victory to come so quickly, he was stunned for a moment, and replied: "Wait a minute, I still have something to say."

"Okay, okay, take your time." The shop waiter bowed and saluted, and retreated to the side knowingly, waiting from a distance.

He came in front of Liu Hongfeng, cleared his throat, and said, "Brother Liu, I don't need to bother you anymore, I can handle it myself."

Liu Hongfeng rolled his eyes, a hint of surprise appeared in his brows and eyes, but his expression quickly regained his composure, and he asked, "Why, don't you plan to have fun with me?"

The crowd of onlookers had dispersed long ago, and the waiter seemed to have changed the incense in the room. The purple-gray smoke screen was a bit heavier, and the smell became more intense and pungent. It turned into clouds and entrenched on the roof, like dark clouds covering the sky. After a short period of clarity, the gambling house was once again shrouded in a drowsy haze.

"No," Yan Qianfan scratched his head, trying to pretend nothing had happened, but in the end he failed. He lowered his eyes, like a child who made a mistake, and said, "Actually, Lu Wan is right. I didn't come to the gambling house for fun-seekers."

"I've seen that for a long time." Liu Hongfeng replied, his tone was as light as a joke, but his eyes were heavy on the other party.

Yan Qianfan was startled, feeling as if his chest was about to be pierced by those gray-black eyes, and all the improvised excuses escaped to the sky, leaving a void, and he replied: "Actually, I didn't come here for fun, I They came to find someone."

"Oh?" Liu Hongfeng raised an eyebrow, "Have you found him?"

"Not yet, but soon, he's in the Cloud Palace on the third floor."

Yan Qianfan's answer was a little difficult. For many years, his problem of not being able to tell a lie seemed to have never been cured.

Fortunately, Liu Hongfeng raised the corners of her mouth and said, "Don't worry, I was just joking with you. Next, I will find my fun, and you will find your people. Let's see you again."

Yan Qianfan let out a long sigh of relief, then suppressed his smile, showed a solemn look, and said, "Thank you Brother Liu for your generous help."

"You don't need to thank me," Liu Hongfeng waved his hand, as if thinking of something again, and said, "However, Cloud Firmament Palace is a place to gamble your life, without my help, don't lose your life."

"Don't worry," Yan Qianfan nodded heavily, "I have benefited a lot from watching the battle just now."

Under the eyes of the other party, he seemed to be a different person, standing upright, posing a tall and straight figure that was completely inappropriate for the gambling house.

"That's good." Liu Hongfeng finally retracted his gaze and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, brother Liu, wait a minute," Yan Qianfan took two steps, and stuffed the two bags of silver he just won into the other party's hands, "Take all of these." Seeing that the other party didn't answer, he raised his finger again. Pointing upwards, he said with a wry smile, "Anyway, I don't need it anymore."

Where the fingertips point, smoke and clouds are lingering, just like the sky.

Liu Hongfeng simply thanked him, took his money, weighed it in his hand, and walked away slowly.

Yan Qianfan finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, there is another person beside him, who has been by his side like a shadow since he stepped into the casino, and it was not until the surroundings became quiet that the shadow solidified with the swaying twilight, making him clearly aware of the other person's The presence.

"Brother Feng."

As soon as he called out, the latter's thick eyebrows twitched into a cluster, interrupting his words: "What's the matter, you don't even plan to drive me away, do you?"

Yan Qianfan immediately shook his head.

"Then let's go quickly." Feng Guangsheng urged, "We've already wasted a lot of time, and I don't know what the weather is like outside. The brothers in Xiling Village are still waiting for me."

"I understand," Yan Qianfan said, "You just stay here and wait for me, I'll go and come back quickly."

"Stupid boy," Feng Guangsheng sighed, "You think you're going to chop firewood and feed the chickens."

Yan Qianfan was startled, and the scene of the past floated in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help laughing, but the smile only stayed for a moment, and was replaced by a more bitter sorrow, "Although I am alone, the brothers in Xiling Village are still waiting I can't hurt you. "

Feng Guangsheng grabbed his shoulder and said, "If you don't want to hurt me, then stop thinking about it and concentrate on defeating that Zhao, and everything will be fine." Seeing the other party's eyes start to flicker, he followed his gaze even more closely, and asked, "Where did your momentum go when you drove Liu Hongfeng away?"

Feng Guangsheng's voice was already louder than his, and the words he uttered were more straightforward, so it was perfect for torturing his conscience.Yan Qianfan couldn't help the other party's torture, so he had to lower his head.

"Okay," Feng Guangsheng rubbed his shoulders, the rough palm was strong, and the touch of the skin was reassuring, "I know you are a paper tiger, and you are at a critical moment, so don't be a mother-in-law. If you really Something went wrong, so I can take care of you by following me."

Feng Guangsheng spoke resolutely, and made a decision for him in a few sentences.He could only nod his head, but he was still worried, so he muttered in a low voice: "I hope Zhao Qiancheng will listen to my advice."

Feng Guangsheng was stunned: "Speaking of this, I would like to ask, how did Yan Yuehua buy Zhao Qiancheng's life in the first place, and asked him to be willing to go to the prison for you?"

Yan Qianfan took a deep breath and said, "His life was not bought, but a gamble."

The two finally stood outside the Cloud Temple.

Probably the broken silver that was secretly given to the waiter in the shop played a role. The latter not only bowed his back, put on a smiling face, and kept persuading: "... Speaking of this Mr. Qianlong, he is also a gambler among gamblers. A desperado, although his name is Zhao Qiancheng, has long since degenerated and has no future at all. Guest officer, I think you are young and handsome, do you really want to bet against him?"

Yan Qianfan thought to himself, it would be too late to say these words now, so he deliberately changed his tone of indifference, and urged: "What do you care about so much, just open the door."

"Okay." The waiter closed his mouth wisely.

The structure of Sanxiaolou is long and narrow, and the upper and lower steps of each floor are arranged at both ends of the house. After passing through the long corridor, you have to continue to climb the steep steps. Knowing that this building is really not tall, Yan Qianfan But there was an illusion of climbing to the sky, only feeling that his throat was getting stuffy, and an invisible hand was squeezing his chest, as if trying to squeeze his lungs dry.

The shop waiter just pushed open the door, and then disappeared into the darkness like a ghost. Yan Qianfan stood outside the door, looking around intently, there was only one table and one person in Yunxiaolou.

Feng Guangsheng sighed in a low voice from the side: "It seems that the theory of gambling with one's life is true."

Yan Qianfan quickly understood what his companion meant. If he lost his money on the first floor and lost his hands and feet on the second floor, he still had a chance to avenge his shame, but if he lost his life here, he would be gone forever. It's a doomed end.

Because of this, there is always only one winner in Sky Tower, and only one table is ever needed.

At this moment, there was no sound in the room, and the person at the table was extremely silent, lying on the table like a puddle of ooze, his long and disheveled hair almost covering his face.

Yan Qianfan thought, this person is Zhao Qiancheng.

When Zhao Qiancheng heard the noise outside the door, he just pried his neck slightly, raised his eyelids, separated his hair into two tufts, drooped his shoulders along the left and right temples, and opened a seam like a melon seed, revealing half of his face in the seam .

Yan Qianfan couldn't help being stunned—the face that jumped into his eyes was indeed very similar to himself.

Zhao Qian was born on Yingzhou Island, and his parents opened a wonton shop in the town. They were old and had a son, and they loved him very much.When Zhao Qiancheng was five or six years old, his face was very similar to that of the second young master of Zhujianzhuang at the same age. Although there were slight differences in outline and eyebrows, they were as close as brothers when they were combined together. It was a rare coincidence.If it wasn't for the disparity in status between the two families, and the fact that their birthdays were very close to each other, there would be absolutely no possibility of an adultery scandal, and I'm afraid it would cause more turmoil.

Since ancient times, the common people have had unrealistic fantasies about the famous and powerful, so Zhao Qiancheng was ridiculed by the long-term workers on the island since he was a child, saying that he has a rich face, a blessed life, and a bright future in the future.It's a pity that these expectations are piled on the shoulders of a kid, but it has the opposite effect. Zhao Qiancheng has been uneducated since he was a child.A few years later, as the real second young master of Zhujianzhuang left Yingzhou Island, the topic of great wealth and great wealth gradually disappeared.

After a few more years, Zhao Qiancheng became addicted to gambling and became a complete prodigal and lost his son. Within a few years, he squandered his family's meager savings.From then on, they simply hid in the gambling shop and dared not go home. The Zhao family and his wife were old, and there was really nothing they could do about him, so they could only admit that they were unlucky.

Before today, Yan Qianfan had never seen Zhao Qiancheng's appearance with his own eyes, and he also found out about this person's life experience by asking around.

He thought, two strangers who are not relatives but happen to have a similar face, such a fate is really rare.If we meet at another time, without having to gamble with each other, Yan Qianfan really wants to have a drink with Zhao Qiancheng and have a good chat.

It's a pity that Zhao Qiancheng doesn't seem to have any plans to talk freely with him.

Although this person was similar in appearance to him, he was thinner than him. His rags looked like they hadn't been changed since he came out of the dungeon, and there were still damp mold spots.The body was probably washed and washed by the waiter in the shop, but it is not dirty, but the hair is disheveled, obviously it has not been carefully taken care of, and it looks like a beggar on the street from a distance.

Yan Qianfan's arrival didn't seem to arouse Zhao Qiancheng's interest, his expression was like a pool of stagnant water, without the emotions of ordinary people, but as heavy as dusk, with no focus of sight, just vainly cast towards the opposite wall, like I was thinking desperately, but I couldn't find the answer.

Yan Qianfan looked at his face, as if looking at a sneaky mirror. In the mirror was himself from another world, forgetting what happiness was, what excitement was, falling off a bottomless cliff, and being entangled by vines , turned into a mass of unconscious walking corpses, life would be worse than death.

He was startled into a cold sweat by the sudden thought—he was afraid that one day, he would end up in the same fate as the person in the mirror.But he quickly raised his head, raised the corners of his mouth, and let out a low laugh from the depths of his throat, as if mocking his own timidity.

It was the gloomy and gloomy atmosphere in the casino that took away his courage. He shouldn't have been so timid in the first place.He was once trapped in the vast snow, his whole body was stiff, his fingers were red with cold, he still looked up to the sky and laughed, pouring hot wine to melt the frost on his shoulders.He was also deeply trapped in a dangerous enemy line, surrounded by hundreds of people, shoulder to shoulder with only two companions, sweating, dancing with powerful spear skills, and fighting his way out of a sea of ​​blood.He also returned triumphantly, basking in the glory under the grand sunset, listening to the overlapping voices of men, women and children, calling for the name of the Three Heroes of Xiling.

Those days were like a spring, and even today, clear rain is still pouring out, nourishing his soul in the dry desert.

As long as the spring is not exhausted, he will not become another person, forget his happiness, fall off the cliff, be bound hand and foot, and become a walking dead.

As long as his dream is alive, he lives with it.

The mirror in front of him turned into a piece of water, a gust of wind passed by, and the figures in the water disappeared in the swaying waves.

With firm steps, he came to Zhao Qiancheng.

The eyes of the two finally met.

Zhao Qiancheng also saw his face clearly at that moment, but his expression remained calm, and he didn't even show any surprise at all, his eyelids were still drooping lazily, as if he had lost interest in everything in the world.

Yan Qianfan finally saw what Zhao Qiancheng had in hand - a wine bottle.

The wine bottle made of sapphire is deeper than ordinary pottery cups, but there is only a shallow floating bottom of the wine in the bottle, and some wine liquid has splashed out of the wine bottle, leaving a string on the table. Dark plum-like stain.

It turned out that the man was already drunk.

The remaining layer of wine in the wine bottle is clear in color, but with a strong aroma, it is a hundred times better than the stale wine downstairs.Yan Qianfan stretched out his hand, stopped on top of Zhao Qiancheng's finger, pinched the wine bottle, and asked, "Can I have a drink?"

Zhao Qiancheng fixed his eyes, and after a while, he slowly relaxed his five fingers and said, "Please do what you want."

Yan Qianfan raised his neck, poured all the rest of the wine down his throat, and sighed with satisfaction: "It's really good wine!"

"Yan Qianfan," Zhao Qiancheng called out his name in a very reluctant tone, "I have already died for you once, why do you want to grab my wine again?"

Yan Qianfan gently put down the wine bottle, sat down opposite the gambling table, his face regained his seriousness, and said, "I have something to ask of you."

Zhao Qiancheng frowned: "Are you people with the surname Yan so shameless? You don't dare to die, so you find a hapless ghost to die for you? The so-called famous family is relying on power to pave the way for yourself with other people's lives?"

Yan Qianfan had no way to refute.

Although it was not his idea to find a substitute for the dead ghost, even though he once hated this decision extremely.But in the end, he still trampled on other people's names and survived. God left him with very few choices. Why didn't he hate him, but the spring water in his heart extinguished his hatred again.So he settled down and said word by word: "The Yan family is really despicable and shameless, greedy. But, you deserve it, and you have to blame yourself."

Zhao Qiancheng finally opened his eyes wide, propped himself up and faced him: "What did you say?"

Yan Qianfan said: "You went to jail for me because my elder brother won you in a bet. You are willing to admit defeat and can't blame others."

Zhao Qiancheng raised his voice: "It's just a fluke that Yan Yuehua won me."

Yan Qianfan raised the corners of his lips, and said with a sneer, "Even you don't believe that it was a fluke, so even if you are about to die, you are still thinking about that game, and you are still thinking hard about the way to win."

"How do you know that I'm going to die!" Zhao Qian said, and then realized his slip of the tongue, changed his words, "It's clear that you are looking for death!"

Yan Qianfan leaned over and got closer over the table: "I'm not kidding, I know you've been poisoned, but instead of looking for an antidote, you're bored here instead, because you're obsessed with losing to your brother. "

Zhao Qian stood up vigorously, pointed at the nose of the person opposite: "Get lost, I won't bet with you!"

Yan Qianfan ignored it, and continued: "Back then you owed too much gambling debt, and the boss of Sanxiaolou threatened you to pay back the money with the lives of your parents. The Yan family paid off the debt for you, but this Grace is not enough to buy your life, Yan Yuehua also knows this, so he proposed to bet with your life. You believed that you would never lose, so you agreed to him, but here, at this gambling table, you lost to killed him!"

Zhao Qiancheng was shocked when he heard the word "lose", and threw the wine bottle to the ground: "It's just a fluke that he won me!"

Yan Qianfan shook his head slowly: "Let me tell you the reason. The members of the Yan family were born to be blessed by the Bodhisattva. The eighteen generations of their ancestors have never lost in casinos, and they will never lose in the future."

"Bah!" Zhao Qiancheng walked quickly in front of Yan Qianfan, staring at him fiercely with bloodshot eyes, "Where did the Bodhisattva come from in the casino!"

"You haven't seen it with your own eyes, so how can you be sure it isn't?"

"I've been gambling all my life, why can't I be sure. Let me tell you, no one can never lose, there is absolutely no such reason in the world!"

Yan Qianfan raised the corner of his mouth: "If you don't believe it, you can try it yourself."

"You want to bet with me?" Zhao Qiancheng asked, his tone was dubious, so he sounded extraordinarily ruthless.

Yan Qianfan met his gaze from a short distance away, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, I will bet with you in the name of the second owner of Zhujianzhuang. If I lose, not only will I give you my life, but I will also give you my reputation." , in the future, you can spread it casually, and let the whole Jianghu know that the Yan family is a shameless liar."

Zhao Qiancheng seemed to be moved, and a strange brilliance flashed in his originally empty eyes, like firecrackers burning in the dark night, which brightened suddenly and went out very quickly.He narrowed his eyes, looked suspiciously at the person opposite, and asked, "What if you win?"

Yan Qianfan said: "If I win, you will entrust your life to me."

Zhao Qiancheng sneered: "Since you know that I'm going to die, you want to bet your life with me. It's like spending a lot of money on peaches that are about to rot. Are you stupid or are you in a hurry?"

Yan Qianfan shook his head, and said, "You don't have to take your life to bet on it."

Zhao Qiancheng snorted: "If you don't take your life, can you still save your life?"

Yan Qianfan said: "If you really lose your life to me, I will try my best to save your life."

Zhao Qiancheng narrowed his eyes: "Do you take me for a fool?"

Yan Qianfan fixed his eyes and said: "If I win you, you must tell me exactly how you were poisoned."

Zhao Qiancheng opened his mouth, and the words seemed to be stuck in his throat. After a long while, he made a sound: "So you came to me specifically to ask about this?"

Yan Qianfan nodded: "Exactly."

Zhao Qiancheng laughed loudly: "It seems that you are not only stupid, but also out of your wits. I, a dead ghost, haven't asked for your life yet, but you raised your neck and leaned towards the knife edge. If it were me, I would have died a long time ago. Those who escape far away will never ask for trouble again."

Yan Qianfan also said coldly: "It's a pity that you are not me, the only similarity between you and me is a face."

These words happened to hit Zhao Qiancheng's sore spot, and the latter's face suddenly became sullen: "Do you think that you are born superior to others because you were born into a wealthy family?

Yan Qianfan retorted: "It's better than you willing to degenerate yourself. You can't accomplish anything at an early age. Your parents are so tired that you can't live in peace. Even your little life is involved in the gambling game. You can only be used as a scapegoat for others."

Zhao Qian was burning with anger, he was already quite drunk, but now he seemed to be a different person, his sickly eyes were full of madness, as if he was about to burn two holes in Yan Qianfan's face.

He said loudly: "Okay, since you don't know good from bad, I'll take this bet with you! If you lose, I'll kill you with my own eyes!"

After finishing speaking, he reached into the darkness and took out another pair of wine jugs and wine bottles from the corner of the gaming table.

His legs no longer swayed, his shoulders no longer trembled, and he lifted the jug steadily with one hand, and poured wine into the bottle.The wine pulp is still bright in color and rippling, and the rich and thick aroma makes people salivate.

He raised the corner of his mouth, and took out a plain celadon jar from the darkness, opened the seal, took out a dark green pill with two fingers, and put it into the bottle.

The pill melted in the wine bottle, causing a small storm. The fine nectar seemed to have been disturbed by the wind and waves. The original clear texture disappeared, and it became cloudy, revealing a bitter and pungent smell.

Yan Qianfan's expression also changed suddenly, he had known this smell in the dense forest in southern Xinjiang, it was the venom extracted from snake glands.

Zhao Qiancheng held up the poisoned wine and handed it to Yan Qianfan's eyes with a smile.

Yan Qianfan lowered his eyes, watching the turbid water in the bottle tumbling, and the ferocious waves swept away the lives of many gamblers. At this moment, the distance between death and him was less than an inch.

He only felt his throat was hot, and he couldn't help sticking out the tip of his tongue, licking it on his dry lips.At this time, he met Zhao Qiancheng's gaze, who was staring at him, and his eyes fell on the corners of his wrinkled lips, making no secret of the fanatical expectation in his eyes.

Compared with this cup of poisoned wine and the person serving it, his encounters on the two floors downstairs are really nothing to mention.

He put the wine glass aside, only to feel that the palms of his hands were sticky and covered with cold sweat.He turned his head slightly, and found that Feng Guangsheng was also looking at him in surprise, as if he was looking at a stranger he met for the first time, with horror in his eyes.

Feng Guangsheng was not wrong, he thought, at this moment, he might be no different from the gamblers he met downstairs, and even crazier than the latter.

Although the poisoned wine hadn't touched his lips yet, his drunkenness was deeper than that of Zhao Qiancheng.If one face is placed in front of his eyes, can he still tell who the person in the mirror is?

Zhao Qiancheng's hand fell to the side of the gaming table, exerted force on his arm, and pulled out the drawer under the table with a bang.

There are three layers of drawing boxes, which are connected by a mechanism, and are opened sequentially. All kinds of gambling tools are stored in the box. The craftsmanship is much more exquisite than that downstairs.

Zhao Qian said: "Since I took advantage of you, it's up to you to decide how to gamble, and I will accompany you."

Yan Qianfan lowered his head, stretched out his fingers, and brushed his fingertips over the precious flower cards, chessboard, and dice one by one, without stopping until they reached a corner of the drawer and stopped on a copper coin.

Zhao Qian was surprised, and stared at Yan Qianfan's face for a while, seeing that the other person's expression did not change, he asked, "Just bet on this?"

Yan Qianfan nodded: "I'm ashamed to say, I've only been in the gambling shop for less than an hour, and I haven't had time to learn many skills. I heard from the waiter in the shop that this is the easiest way to gamble in the shop."

It was an ordinary coin with a thin square hole in the middle of the circle, and engraved patterns around the square hole. noodle.

If the five-cent copper coin is spent in the market, at most it can only be exchanged for a few steamed buns and a mouthful of pickles.However, among gamblers, discounting five coins has a special meaning. Because of the pattern, its literal and tattooed strokes happen to be the same number, so the weight is exactly the same.Even the little ghosts on the street often throw [-] cents and play with each other by guessing heads and tails.

Copper coins are cheap, convenient for ordinary people to buy and sell, and are the most widely circulated in the world. If you get too many pockets, they often become dirty and old.The one in front of me was kept in the gambling house, fortunately it was spared from being abused, and it kept a brand new appearance. The engraved ravines were clean and not stained with plaster. Although the texture was thick and dark, there was a faint metallic luster on the surface.

Zhao Qiancheng nodded, stretched out two fingers, held the copper coin in his hand, squeezed it in the palm of his hand, and said: "Then bet on it, I will throw it, and you will pick it up."

"Okay." Yan Qianfan responded, took a step closer, and stood opposite him.

A small object with almost no weight bounced along Zhao Qiancheng's thumb and jumped high into the air.

The drunken state of Zhao Qian was gone, the strength in his hand was strong and steady, the copper coin he threw turned fast, and turned into a dark golden ball in the dark room, jumped up to the roof, gradually slowed to a stop, and then Falling back along the trajectory when it came, the speed is getting faster and faster, making people dazzled.

With a snap, the copper coin landed on the back of Yan Qianfan's hand, which was covered by the other palm.

"The tattooed side is up." Zhao Qiancheng said at the same time.

The copper coin went up and down, but it happened in an instant, and Yan Qianfan had almost no time.