The middle-aged man's face turned red, his lips turned blue, his forehead was faintly blue, his face was terrifying, and he quickly walked towards the preparation room for gambling.

"Stop." The black-robed Seven Killing Soul Master raised his hand and turned it over, and a willow-leaf pig-cleaning knife blocked the middle-aged man's way.

The middle-aged man's terrifying face changed, nodded and bowed, put on an honest smile on his face, and whispered: "Master, the one inside is my mother, I am the beneficiary of the silver. For my sake, I let me go in and talk to my mother."

"Filial piety?" The black-robed Qisha snorted coldly, "How much is it worth?"

"I understand, I understand." The middle-aged man put his sleeves together, took out two taels of broken silver and handed it over.

The black-robed Qisha didn't speak or take money, and waved his head in.

The middle-aged man shouted twice, collected the money and walked in. After a few steps, he was stopped by the Black Robe Qishou again.

He said in a gloomy voice, "The price has increased, five taels."

"You..." The middle-aged man was about to get angry, and then he swallowed his anger and took out the silver, silently stuffed it gently into the black-robed seven killers.

The black-robed Qi Sha was then satisfied and let him go. He looked at the back of the middle-aged man with silver trembling with silver, and sneered: "I don't want it, you can't refuse to give it. If you don't understand these rules, you deserve to be fooled by labor and capital."

Middle-aged people are walking away in a hurry, listening to it, and hearing it in their ears, without hearing it.

However, his face turned gloomy and black, and the hatred in his eyes was as solid as the essence.

The middle-aged man entered the preparation room and had already followed some rules and became confused after calling the soul. The soul of the peasant woman, who had become confused after calling her soul, had a delicate look in her eyes. She hurriedly asked: "How heavy is I? How heavy is I? Is it two or three cents? Is it?"

The middle-aged man seemed to have changed his own, immediately knelt in front of the peasant woman's soul, snot and tears, beat his chest and stamped his feet and cried, "Mom, my son is incompetent, I didn't guess it, I'm missing one ounce, just one ounce."

"It's one cent short." The peasant woman kept muttering about the one cent short short short short. The glory in her eyes gradually dissipated. When the glory was exhausted, the soul would be useless.

The middle-aged man buried his head in hiding his hatred, his voice cried, but his face was a twisted expression, "We can almost buy a big mansion, your descendants can almost become rich, and your grandson can almost have money to give a betrothal gift to Miss Tang in the silk shop. You have to hold on, hold on for a few more rounds, I won't bet, just sharing the money is enough. You can only help our Hou family for several generations. You took care of the family during your lifetime, raised your children and grandchildren, and raised two generations of people. You can't let go after your death. If you hold on for a few more rounds, just a few rounds."

"Ah... there is still a chance, ah... I can hold on for a few more rounds, help me up, and I can hold on for a few more rounds." The peasant woman's eyes were almost disintegrating, and with a sense of obsession, she stopped the decline again.

She kept muttering, "I can hold on for a few more rounds."

"Time is here." The gloomy voice of the black-robed Qisha sounded outside. The middle-aged man knelt on the ground to wipe his tears, kowtowed three times, and turned around and looked honest with another honest face.

"Master, my mother can hold on." The middle-aged man nodded and bowed, and put all the divided parts into the black-robed seven killers. "Please give me a clear idea. In the next round, how much is my soul heavy and how much I win, I will divide you into 30% of you, no no, no, 50% or 50% of you."

The middle-aged man's "passionate performance" of the black-robed seven killers was clearly visible. When he saw his appearance, he was disgusted by those who were ghost messengers.

He put away the silver, waved his hand, and drove away flies, and said casually, "Two liang."

"Hey, thank you, sir." The middle-aged man hurriedly bowed and walked away quickly, with hatred suddenly appearing on his face, gritting his teeth, and the gambler's crazy expression climbed up on his face, "I have no capital, I still have my life. This is a ten-year life, whether it is accurate or not, stop."

When the middle-aged man walked away, the black-robed Qisha looked inside, and saw that the peasant woman's soul was still muttering "Several more rounds", and she couldn't stop showing sarcasm and shouting inside: "This soul is still useful, she's working."

I don't know who he is calling.

Anyway, no one came, a sword light slashed, and the peasant woman's heart's chest was hollowed out.

This little-known Lao Shizi sword can actually cut off the soul?

If Chen Feng were here, he would definitely recognize that this residual soul, which is short of weight, actually came from this.

However, since the Seven Killing Group of the Nandou Department claims that the soul master is here, how did those residual souls be trapped by the Soul-Suppressing Envoy of the Soul-Suppressing Envoy?

The second round of gambling products came on stage, but the peasant woman's soul was still distracted and she kept saying "shoulder a few more rounds".

Cao Guangxiao looked at it carefully and frowned slightly. He could no longer see the heavy soul, but he found that the peasant woman's soul was in a wrong state.

"The signs of resentment are extremely strong. Are you pushing good people into resentment. Are you... consciously raising resentment?"

"So what?" One of the guys Qi Sha took out his ears and took out a finger of yellow soup.

He shook his hand and said disgusted: "This corpse is really useless. It took only how long it started to smell."

Another guy, Qi Sha, touched his body and said with satisfaction: "My living person is good, he is rewarded by Qi Sha No. 2."

"Hey? Where did he go? Why didn't he see him?"

"Hey, I've gone to Canglan Mountain. I heard that there is something important, I'm afraid I'll be happy if I go there."

"The skeleton is so hilarious, hahaha, it's better to go to the Song Jiyuan of Life and Death to play with a female ghost."

The two of them opened their dirty tongues and directly ignored Cao Guangxiao's existence.

The black-robed seven killers in the field began to ask again "how much is the ounce" of money.

The two guys Qi Sha tightened their swords and forced Cao Guangxiao to ask.

The sweat on Cao Guangxiao's forehead was out, and he began to speculate in his heart that the minimum weight of this woman's soul was 2 taels per cent, and the maximum was 7 taels per cent. The last time I weighed it was 2 taels per four cents. Since he had artificially lacked weight, he would not follow the minimum limit. There was no minimum, only lower.

According to the empty chest and condition of the peasant woman's soul, Cao Guangxiao was steady, "the soul was two taels."

Cao Guangxiao was estimated to have a strong soul, and the Seven Killers on the field began to call him the soul.

A lack of weight is not that he has no soul weight. For Chen Feng, the Yin-Yang Book is not level, so the soul weight is not displayed. If he uses ordinary tools to measure the soul, he can still weigh a few taels. However, for him who is used to high-end products like Linglong Scale, he will use ordinary tools to consume his life and make his soul. If you are here, would you like?

There is no such concern for the soul master of the Nandou Department. What? Do you think of life? Sorry, Leben is a ghost mess in the underworld.

Then they also set up this casino to collect life-long gambling funds?

For yin things, living people live for good things, and they all know them.

A long and gloomy voice came, "The soul is two taels."

Cao Guangxiao sighed secretly.

At the same time, the middle-aged man who was so nervous that he was sweating profusely laughed wildly, with a hideous expression, "Two liang, it's really two liang, I won, hahaha, I won, take advantage of this moment, and have another one, just one, the last one, I'm immortal, you can hold on to the labor and capital."
Chapter completed!