There are more than ten disabled soul-suppressing envoys who support each other.

There are also people who are lying on a simple stretcher and are unconscious.

"What's going on?" Chen Feng ran to help, searched in the team, and asked, "Aren't you subordinates of Cao Tomb Bo? Where are others?"

Someone in the Soul-Suppressing Envoy responded: "We were ambushed in Changsheng Gambling House. As soon as we retreated, there was another fierce attack inside. Lord Tomb Bo rushed in with his brothers. The seriously injured brothers retreated first to heal the wounds and help the soldiers."

Ambushing in the middle... making a frightening evil? Chen Feng speculated from the information revealed by this person that the former was artificial, while the latter was weird.

During the day, Leo once informed Cao Guangxiao and followed Changsheng Gambling.

At night, Cao Guangxiao led the team there, and was ambushed?

How could it be so coincidental? Chen Feng thought of Yan Zhengchun's second-five-child at the first time.

This gambling owner is so brave, and he dares to set up a soul-suppressing envoy?

Oh no... Chen Feng's heart tightened and said, damn Chen Mingting said not to gamble, and even asked his colleagues to play money. This might also be involved.

What should I do? I'm on the night, should I be blind and continue to live?

If you criticize me, Chen Feng was heartbroken and ran out of the Soul-Sheng Department without saying a word and rushed towards Changsheng Gambling.

Chen Feng came to Dashun Chao and decided to fight for a few days and a month later.

After all, the so-called friend.

The psychological sustenance is one of the No. 5 uncles who sell themselves to support their family.

A gentleman's friend, Cao Poker, who is cold-faced and warm-hearted, is one.

Friends, Chen Mingting, and Ou Julian, are two friends.

Who says friends who drink and eat are not friends, let alone friends who have drawn guns in the same trench and fought fiercely until dawn.

Apart from childhood friendships when wearing crotch pants, no one starts to get familiar with each other from eating, drinking, bragging, and fucking.

Even though you know that your friends are in trouble, you still stand by and watch. This is not a matter of being a lie, it is no longer a human being.

Chen Feng ran all the way, surprised that he had not seen the night patrol team of the city defense camp. His heart sank and he had a little more worry about the situation he was about to face.

Tonight, is it a matter of a battle against the Soul-Suppressing Envoy?

Why... Chen Feng secretly analyzed himself, his feet kept stopping.

...

When Chen Feng arrived at Changsheng Gambling House.

Very surprised.

The lights are brilliant and the popularity is high.

Gamblers surround the table, and it was very lively.

There was no scene where the scene was tense and the fight was expected.

Chen Feng remained silent and observed secretly that he had neither met the Soul-Supervisor headed by Cao Guangxiao nor his colleagues Qiu Chen, headed by Chen Mingting.

Are the disabled soul-suppressing envoys who were seen in the Soul-Suppressing Division fake?

Chen Feng squeezed into a gambling table that was shaking the dice cup and gambling, and found that Zhuang He, who was shaking the dice, was also looking at him.

"Press large and small, pressure points, single and double, pressure leopard, buy and leave."

In order not to arouse suspicion, Chen Feng took out the broken silver, rolled up his sleeves, held the silver and worshiped him everywhere, and acted as a gambling stick that had been immersed in gambling techniques for many years. He shouted "big" and slapped the broken silver on the table.

Zhuang He then withdrew his gaze and opened the dice cup to lengthen the sound, "113, small, five points, odd win, the rest will be taken all."

Chen Feng's eyes shrank, and the dice cup was obviously 455, but Zhuang He called 113 small, but the gamblers around him didn't feel anything different.

Just when Chen Feng was surprised, the 455 became 113 again.

When he covered his eyes, his face was calm and his heart was shocked.

The three colored particles in the dice cup are six-faced small faces, and the number of points on them is the number of eyes opened.

...

At the same time.

The Changsheng Gambling House that Cao Guangxiao faced.

It is very different from the Changsheng Gambling House that Chen Feng faces.

The wind was gusts, the cold was pressing, and there was resentment everywhere, gathering in the largest main building.

He had a pale face, was seriously injured, his clothes on his chest were bleeding, and there were two gambling guys holding his neck behind him.

He is also betting.

Forced to bet.

What I bet on is the fate of the subordinates of the Soul-Suppressing Envoy.

The gamblers around him were hiding in the dark.

The gambling method is very simple.

There is a guy who covers his face in the field. He goes to the stage and asks how much does the soul weigh? In addition to real money and silver, there are also people who use their lifelong life as gambling funds. Those who win will pay compensation, and those who lose will get their lifelong lifelong lifelong.

There are loopholes in this gameplay, so many bizarre phenomena will naturally breed.

For example, there was a middle-aged man dressed in ordinary gambling outside the field.

He held the corner of his clothes with red and swollen eyes and bloodstained. He looked at the wrinkles on the field and his face was covered with wind and frost. He saw the soul of the honest and honest farmer woman, and said gritting her teeth:

"You are old, you'd better hold on for a few more rounds. How can you divide it into that little silver? I've made a big bet on you. Anyway, you're a waste of food when you're alive. I don't think about your son when you die, but also for your grandson. Haven't you been thinking about holding a good grandson? Don't worry, when I win the money, I'll marry your grandson."

The peasant woman, who had already become a soul, had a dull look and still had self-awareness. Her eyes were unconsciously parading around. When she saw the middle-aged man, her eyes were filled with tears and her mouth subconsciously wriggling, and she didn't know what she was muttering.

The man who covered his face slowly stepped down when he saw that the bet was finished.

A person who was not very harmonious in walking posture and covered in black robe came on stage.

"Haha, he is actually a soul master from Nandou Department, a good person." Cao Guangxiao looked sarcastic, ignored the knife erected between his neck, and turned his head to look at the guy behind him.

The two gangsters had a suffocating expression and a stiff smile. It seemed that the smile and the skin were not on the same channel. They smiled first, but the skin had not kept up.

"So what, I'm not afraid to tell you that you can't leave tonight. No one can destroy my Qisha Group's business."

Cao Guangxiao raised his mouth coldly, stared at the faces of the two men, looked at the red rope on his thumbs under his barefoot, and said, "Qiansha Group? Haha, you are attached to the Yang substitute, and you leak all the water in the bowl, destroying life and cutting off your life. Is it against the contract set by Taizu back then, so you are not afraid of being held accountable in the Yin and Yang realms?"

"Check accountability? It's up to you?"

"Take your own care and place your bets, otherwise your useless subordinates will become gambling products on the stage." One of Qi Sha's men tightened their knife and drew a blood mark between Cao Guangxiao's neck.

Cao Guangxiao's smile spread out, his cold face showed a rosy look, and he snorted coldly in his heart, "I am not just a soul-controlling team leader, but I was a soul master Qiu Chen before. I can estimate how much soul weighs, just one glance."

"The soul weighs two or four cents, and it will last ten years, and it will be ten lives for my subordinates."

“At most five.”

“Ten years are not enough.”

The two Qi Sha looked at each other, and their eyes were even more teasing. One of them added: "You can also live out all your life and exchange your life for your life. The life of a tomb lord can be exchanged for ten soul-suppressing envoys."

This is the end of the conversation.

The Seven Killings in a black robe in Taichung called the soul master, and the ink-fighting line in his hand was bent, and the golden thread was connected to the soul of the peasant woman. He sang a deep voice, "The soul weighs two taels and four cents."

Cao Guangxiao was in a thief's nest, not afraid of danger, and saw his soul weight at one glance.

On the other side, the middle-aged man with sweat on his palms and gums almost shattered, sitting depressedly, his eyes were red, and he murmured with his head, "One ounce is just one ounce, one ounce is old, it's all you are bad. Why is it more than one ounce that makes me lose money? I didn't lose, I still have a silver ounce, I still have a life of life, yes, yes, I still have a life of life."
Chapter completed!