Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 221 Black Market at Night
At this moment, Zhan Changfeng was in the resplendent reception room, and he was a little surprised to see that the person who came was a gambler, but he didn't say anything.

But the gambler was afraid that she might misunderstand the casino, so he took the initiative to say, "I'm not a trustee, I was accepted as the second disciple by the gambling king just now."

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist." Zhan Changfeng nodded.

"Congratulations, fellow daoist, for breaking the record of the tenth rank." The gambler saw that someone broke Master's record, and his fighting spirit was raging, but after hearing Master say that this person had no heart to gamble, his thoughts faded away. What a meaning.

The gambler picked up the storage bag entrusted by the steward, "This is fellow daoist's bonus, please keep it safe. I will take fellow daoist away from the secret passage of the casino, so as to save some trouble."

"If you have a heart, it's no wonder that the Golden Bag Casino has been around for so long."

"Only in a good gambling atmosphere can there be real gambling. This is what it should be." The gambler is still a little worried, "Fellow Daoists have done a lot of research on big and small openings."

Zhan Changfeng received 3000 million, "Average."

Ordinary people say "average", which may make people think that she is being humble or taking Joe, but gamblers think back to her dice rolling technique, regardless of her consciousness and strength, the technique is indeed quite average, and she should not be a frequent gambler. It's just that this time it's better than God's consciousness.

This kind of victory is not a gambler's victory. In the gambler's mind, she is not even regarded as a competitor, but a stronger monk, so he no longer raises this issue, and asks the steward to lead the way and escort her away.

Zhan Changfeng suddenly asked, "Can I still gamble?"

The manager answered calmly, "In order to prevent anyone who cares about it, it's better for you to leave as soon as possible. If something happens, our casino can't bear the responsibility. Maybe someone is already guarding outside. If you really want to gamble, you can go to the last three Qianle Casino on the street. Play a few games at the Baizi Casino, and there are also many high-value bonus items there.”

"Justified." She must have been blacklisted.

After entering the underground secret passage, after walking for a while, the steward said, "There are five forks ahead, leading to five places. There are signs at the forks. You can choose by yourself. To avoid suspicion, I will not follow you. Don’t worry, there are remote places over there, usually nobody’s there.”

"Thank you."

When Zhan Changfeng approached, he found that there were four roads in the city, and one road directly led to the outside of the city.

She chose one of them, and when she came out, it was in the courtyard of a hotel. She sensed that there was no one in the hotel. She changed into a plain black robe and changed into a youthful face. She went out through the small door beside the courtyard, and there was a narrow alley outside. .

During the day, the streets of the casino are deserted and deserted, but at night they suddenly become lively, as if alive.

Zhan Changfeng walked on the street, people came and went, shouting all over the sky, this is the black market in the casino.

Some gambled a lot, and some lost their fortunes. Some scattered families would come out at night to set up a stall to sell spirit beasts, magic tools, various things, and even people that others had lost.

The seller's boss will hold a pole with two yellow lanterns in his hand, and the bright light will reflect the face of the goods.

Goods are usually lost by oneself, and some are lost by father or mother, wife or husband, son or daughter, master or disciple. Of course, they may have been someone's father, mother, wife, husband, daughter .Sons. Disciples, etc., only now branded as slaves, openly sold.

Some people are crying, it doesn't matter, the boss will make them cry hard, so that they appear energetic and energetic.

Who is to blame for such a fate.

The longer I have been in the world of cultivation, the more I know that there is no fairness at all. If you want fairness, you need strength. Sometimes strength alone is not enough, but you also need influence.

The street was as bright as day, but the wind passing through was cold and silent. Some people shrank their necks, stomped their feet, and shook the lantern in their hands twice.

Zhan Changfeng raised his head and looked at the star-studded night sky, his eyes darkened slightly, and You Bi star was bright, but there was a bloody disaster.

She couldn't tell who was in the front and who was in the back, whether there was any connection between the two, she held down the soul seal on the mirror, and recalled the past, and the memories went backwards in her mind, until the horse-faced youth appeared. The question is, although she has changed her face and body shape, as long as she doesn't go back to the inn, she should be able to resolve a dispute, start from the horse-faced youth and move forward again, and return to the third hall.

When she opened the Yiqi Huayuan, she felt a few different gazes, but when she walked through the secret passage, she changed her face again, and she couldn't get rid of it?
Zhan Changfeng returned to the old place, carefully observed the crowded and noisy crowd of onlookers, and suddenly found a frail monk with a mustache making a gesture with his lowered hand, which seemed to be some kind of tracking seal.

She looked around inadvertently, but it was a pity that there were many monks on the street, and she could not spread her spiritual sense on a large scale. After all, for a monk, it would be humiliating for a monk to be tested by others' spiritual sense.

If it's really tracking the Yin Jue, and it's so untraceable, I'm afraid I've encountered a tricky gang of robbers.

Zhan Changfeng stopped and walked, went to the busiest places, let go of his mind in secret, and practiced the Four Elephant Truth Listening Method. All kinds of inner voices passed through his ears, and a few abnormal voices were picked out.

"This idiot is still shopping hahaha."

"Why is it my turn to follow Tama again?"

"Oh, it would be great if I won 3000 million. Forget it, I can't spend it alive anyway."

Zhan Changfeng was confirming the exact location of these voices, when a voice suddenly intervened, "You dropped something."

Zhan Changfeng followed the prestige, but couldn't be sure who spoke, but saw a short, fat, middle-aged man in brocade, leaning on a pole with two yellow lanterns hanging by the alley. It was a bit dark, and the light coming out was not bright, so dark that people could not see the face of the person under the lamp.

Holding a rope in his hand, he tied up a group of people. Because the people he sold were all ordinary people, he didn't use spirit shackles and other things. He used ordinary hemp rope.

These people bound by hemp rope were either sitting on the ground or standing against the wall, lifeless. Ordinary people were tied by ordinary hemp rope. It couldn't be more ordinary.

Zhan Changfeng brushed across their expressions, and looked at the old man sitting against the wall at the feet of the brocade middle-aged man. His body was covered with old and dirty black. It was impossible to tell whether it was a blanket or a rag of his coat, and his bare hands and feet were covered with dirt. Nurgle's black oil was shining, his face was hidden from the light of the lamp, but he was watching her.

Zhan Changfeng subconsciously listened to his voice, but he didn't hear anything. His mood was higher than hers?
But he is indeed a mortal, a mortal old man without a trace of cultivation.At least for now.

"Are you talking to me?" Zhan Changfeng stared at him through the not-so-bright light.

The middle-aged man in brocade thought he had a guest, and smiled hospitablely, "Which one do you like, you can choose whatever you want, and make sure everyone is healthy and alive!"

"You dropped something." He repeated hoarsely, his eyes unbiased.

The corners of Zhan Changfeng's lips were slightly raised, his mood was unpredictable, "So?"

"I can help you get it back."

"Can't I pick it up myself?"

He seemed to be laughing, his shoulders trembling slightly, "You don't know what you lost."

The brocade middle-aged man kicked him, "What nonsense are you talking about, old man?"

After finishing speaking, he bowed to Zhan Changfeng and said, "This old man's body is quite strong. Buy it back and look at the gate. It's okay to cook. If you are interested, I will make a loss-making deal. I only charge you ten spirit stones. You Look"

Zhan Changfeng knelt down and put ten spirit stones into his hands, "You can come with me, or you can continue to sit here, what do you want?"

The rough and grimy palm felt heavy, and the warm touch of the spirit stone touched his heart, and he suddenly hesitated
Suddenly, a figure rushed up from the side, inserted Zhan Changfeng and the old man, and gave the old man a bear hug excitedly, "Old man, you are truly a god! Come home with me, I will treat you as our guest of honor! "

(End of this chapter)