After more than two hours of bidding farewell to his mother, Yang Lin once again fell into great despair. This despair was like a tighter and tighter rope ring, wrapping his neck tightly, making him feel indescribable suffocation and unavoidable disillusionment.

Jincheng Pass and Lanzhou City face each other across the Yellow River, but compared with the prosperity and hustle and bustle of Lanzhou City, Jincheng Pass is much more deserted and deserted. And here is the most desolate area outside Jincheng Pass. It is under the towering city walls, with weeds and gravel everywhere, and no one has ever seen it for many years. The reason is actually very simple: in the center of this remote area, there is a large mass grave with lonely graves. It is said that in the troubled times of the north and the south, there was a bloody massacre in this place. Countless old, young, women and children were killed by brutal bandits, and incomplete corpses were thrown everywhere, and the bloody atmosphere has not dispersed for several months. Because they were all small and small, no one came to collect the corpses after many times of massacre, giving these poor people who suffered misfortune a chance to get into peace. Until several years of wind and rain, all the corpses turned into thick white bones, hidden or now in the grass.

No one dared to approach this place, because when night falls, even if you leave a few miles away, you can hear a whimpering sound echoing over the place. After a long time of wandering, it is terrifying and terrifying. There was also a group of bold monks who built a simple temple in the middle of the wasteland, picked up and buried the bones, and served as a temple to salvation for the souls who died unjustly, saying that they wanted to calm down the accumulated resentment with great good thoughts. But they failed to succeed. With the mysterious deaths of the abbot and the abbot in the temple, the young monks fled in fear and went their separate ways. The temple that had just had some incense was abandoned, and in addition to the more chaotic tombs without names, this place was left with a cold and dilapidated temple, which added more horror.

For ordinary people outside Jincheng Pass, this grave slope under the wall is a place to avoid and fear, even the government never enters it. But this place is this abandoned temple, which has been the most visited by Yang Lin in the past year. Whenever possible, he would come here in the late night, linger all night, and then leave before dawn. In fact, he was not the only one who did this.

But tonight, in the main hall of this broken temple, he was indeed the only one sitting, oh, no, not one, but two people. Opposite Yang Lin, there was another person sitting. The man's face was buried in the dark shadow of the candlelight, and he could not see his face clearly. There were only a pair of bright and divine eyes, revealing the cruelty and viciousness in his heart without any concealment, staring at Yang Lin opposite him as if he was admiring his prey.

It was so cold that it would not be too cold no matter how you describe it. But Yang Lin's forehead was already sweating profusely. He stared at the five dice in front of him with all concentration. Three of them were lying down, all black, and the other two were still spinning hard. Yang Lin's hands spasmly grabbed the edge of the table, as if he wanted to reach over and help the two dices could lie obediently on the side he wanted, but was shocked by fear and dared not make any moves. His fingers were white, his lips were white, and his cheeks were white. The eyes of the person on the opposite side became more and more cold:

He saw too many scenes and was so familiar with them. Every time he knew clearly that another person was about to fall into the abyss that would never be restored. Lucky? Humph, they were too stupid. Even if there was luck in this world, they would never belong to them. Of course, sometimes he would ask himself whether he did it too ruthlessly. But every time he found that the answer he found was the same. No, it was not that he brought these people into hell, but that he was himself, and he was just a specific organizer. Or, just a guide.

How many times, facing a situation that was extremely similar to what Yang Lin looked like at this moment, he even had an impulse, wanting to shout loudly, remind the other party to stop and repent. But in fact, every time he did the opposite action, just like he was about to do it. Another dice was lying down, and it was still black. Yang Lin was already sweating like rain, and the corners of his mouth were twitching violently, and even a few white foam appeared on his lips. The person on the opposite side couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "Click", and the last dice fell down, revealing the white side without any suspense. Yang Lin suddenly leaned back, moaning in his mouth was not like a moan, and sighing was not like a sigh, but the person on the opposite side heard it very clearly and enjoyed it. He heard Yang Lin say: "I lost!"

The deathly silence in the Main Hall, Yang Lin leaned on the back of the chair, staring at the beam of the room with his eyes straight, without any movement for a long time. The person opposite was waiting patiently, and he knew that he would give his victims some time so that they could adapt and finally accept the arrangement of fate.

I don’t know how long it took, but Yang Lin seemed to have woken up from a dream. He stood up from the chair, looked around with empty eyes, and then walked out of the door shakingly. The moment he was about to step out of the hall gate, a dull and broken voice came from behind him: “What? Are you planning to leave now?”

Yang Lin shook his body suddenly as if he was hit by the front, leaning against the palace gate dejectedly, finally unable to support it, and slipped to the ground. He sat on the ground with his head hanging down, as if he had lost consciousness.

The man behind him stood up from the table, slowly came to Yang Lin, and continued to say in his hoarse and broken voice: "It's okay to leave, you can pay back the money you owe, but it's okay to leave."

Yang Lin was still dying on the ground, but his whole body began to tremble violently. He turned around slowly, lowered his head, and said weakly: "I have no money, really no money... All the money and all the money have been lost to you." The man slowly squatted down, put his face in front of Yang Lin, and said: "Oh, it turns out that you don't have money. Then, you can't leave so easily."

Yang Lin finally raised his head, tears were already spreading on his face. He stared at the person opposite and said tremblingly: "I, I haven't given you that thing. That's the treasure my mother brought out of the palace. It's worth a lot of money, you know..."
Chapter completed!