When Gou Changzai stepped into the room, all the gamblers who were already noisy shut up and turned around and waited for Gou Changzai's instructions.

However, the man with the masked man of Hell, who was in front of the crowd, came forward and whispered to Gou Changzai: "Old dog, you are back."

"What happened to the bureau recently?"

Gou Chang spoke coldly, his voice became even deeper, and he fell to the point where he almost disappeared, his eyes staring at the photos hanging on the wall.

"that is……"

The man with the mask of Hell pointed his fingers at Yu Xiang and me and me: "It was just that a newcomer came yesterday and was very powerful. He almost emptied all the deposits we saved in the bureau. I couldn't suppress the situation."

"It's okay."

Gou Chang waved his hand without taking this matter to heart, tidied up his clothes with one hand, and limped forward with a crutch. The gamblers in the circle were divided into four lines on both sides, waiting silently for their elder brother's following.

"What the hell are you going to do?"

Yu Xiang leaned against my ear and muttered in a low voice: "Why did they hang your photo on the wall? Do they know you?"

Yes, the photos hanging on the wall are the same as mine.

However, the people in the photo are more suave and more charming, especially with a pair of phoenix eyes that look down on the people of the world. They are not majestic but extremely heroic. They cover the sky and the sun, are unparalleled in the world, and are unique in despising life and death.

It seems that one of them can represent the cycle of life and death in a flower and a world.

It seems that he can become the rule of the great way of heaven and earth alone.

It seems that he can be respected as supreme right alone.

This photo is just a half-body photo, and it shows its front face, but I recognized him at a glance as the photo of the back given to me by my mother in the system.

But why does he look the same as me?

But his aura is really like me, from heaven and underground.

It's completely incomparable. I'm just a poor loser. He's a superior who has been in charge of his life and death for countless years. His fists are clenched tightly and his power is his ability.

Gou Chang faced the photo with his back and knocked on the floor with a crutch. His face was capricious, and for a while, he was cloudless. He frowned and forced a mountain word to squeeze out. He slowed down for three minutes. He coughed twice and cleared his throat and said, "Your Highness Zhichen King is the 11th Hall of the Underworld. He was born in the bitter and cold land of the underworld. He died in the underworld Fengdu City recognized by tens of millions of ghosts."

"He fought north and south throughout his life, and made countless military achievements."

"As soon as the name of Your Highness King Zhichen appeared, all the evil beasts in the underworld in Shenbei and Chennan bowed down and paid tribute, and all of them paid taxes and tribute. He respected him and said Zhichen to Your Highness."

"A such a famous god is not recognized by the other ten Ya Luo in the underworld. He even set up a plan to kill His Highness Zhichen, break up His Highness Zhichen's power, and drive away all the lackeys under His Highness Zhichen."

"There is no ghost in the underworld that praises him! There is no ghost in the underworld that knows his story! There is no ghost in the underworld that remembers his existence, and even those who know do not dare to say it."

"Before his death, His Highness Zhichen sent me out of the underworld, and then survived, but he also broke one leg and left a disability that would never be cured for life."

"I live in hiding and hiding, just for the hope left by His Highness Zhichen. I always believe that one day His Highness Zhichen will be resurrected in the world of the world and lead the army of Chenshu to fight back to the underworld and take revenge."

"My faith is only His Highness Zhichen. I don't care whether you are for money or luck. But now I ask you to be united with me, shout the great name of His Highness Zhichen, and contribute to His Highness Zhichen!"

"When the day when His Highness Zhichen is resurrected, I will definitely bring a great gift to everyone, and I hope you can help me today!"

In his eyes that were full of emotion, Gou Chang even said in the end, throwing away the crutches in his hand, raising his arms and shouting. When he talked about the place where he forgot about his feelings, he was silently sad and left with turbid tears. When he talked about the place where he was moved, his body was trembling uncontrollably.

From his tone, you can hear endless depression.

It is the powerless face of the former comrades who died in battle, the infinite despair of the collapse of faith in his heart, and the shamelessness of living alone.

There is also endless hatred for the Yama in the underworld.

I stood stiffly and motionless, my fingernails snatched a piece of flesh and blood, and the blood flowed to the ground with my palms. I lowered my head in my heart with grief and anger, and no longer dared to look at Gou Changzai's words and actions.

At the same time, a series of analysis was conducted in my mind based on his words.

First, what he said about the so-called King Zhichen can definitely be said to be an awesome person, I don’t know why he looks the same as me.

Secondly, what he said does not mean whether King Zhichen is a good person or a bad person, because these are just one-sided words of his. Moreover, from the current form, his emotional speech is more like a cult and pyramid scheme.

Third, King Zhichen died. He is now a dog with a broken family and has no backer behind him. But he must also know the method of resurrecting King Zhichen. It should be related to ghost fortune, and perhaps it may involve major issues related to human life.

Fourthly, I have never heard of the name of King Zhichen. It can also be seen from the operation of the mother of the system that this great god is definitely real, so it can be proved from the side that a certain amount of chaos has occurred in the underworld.

Fifth, we both look the same, why didn’t I ever notice this when I was broadcasting the live broadcast platform of "You Got to Die Three"?

Everything seems to be moving in an unpredictable direction.

The system mother pretended to be dead from beginning to end. What kind of unspeakable things did she want to do? Was it for me to take on the robbery of the King of Zen?

"Xiao Yan, take out everything."

Gou Changzai had successfully adjusted the emotions of everyone present, so he directed the man in the mask of the King of Hell to take out the things he had packed up in advance.

"Okay!"

The man with the mask of the King of Hell simply answered and took out two small silk bags full of them from under the table in the middle. Then he opened the hemp rope for the silk bag, stretched the mouth of the silk bag, inserted it in the shape of holding water with both hands, and then took it back to hold something like a glass ball in hand.

"Let's divide it. These ghost seal beads with two bags are considered as the benefits I give you for Your Highness Zhichen. You can just accept it with peace of mind."

Gou Changzai ordered everyone very casually.

As soon as the words were finished, everyone, like the big wolf dog, who had been hungry for five or six days, was scrambling to grab the ghost seal beads, for fear of taking fewer ones. Some were too much to take and put into their pockets of clothes. Some were even more excessive, the treasure was surrounded by people, and they couldn't grab it, so they began to fight with red eyes.

For a moment, there were screams and scolding, the sound of fists touching the body, the sound of body falling to the ground and the sound of wheels falling on the ground, the sound of ghost beads falling to the ground, one after another, endless.

The clever gambler, who is smart and does not fight with others, picks up a ghost bead on the ground and hides aside. Then he takes out a slightly smaller cigarette bottle from his crotch. The cigarette bottle has a slightly longer cigarette holder and a baffle for lighter heating at the bottom of the pot.

The gambler first lifted the cigarette holder, stuffed the ghost beads of the same size into the heart of the pot, and then pressed it into the cigarette holder. He urgently found the lighter from his top pocket, hung the cigarette holder, adjusted the lighter to the minimum heat, and slowly roast the bottom of the pot on low heat.

When the ghost luck beads became hot, the ghost luck beads actually evaporated into the pot. The gambler sucked it with his mouth and sucked in a large sip of smoke like an electronic cigarette, then passed through his lungs with satisfaction, and then exhaled the waste gas.

The whole process was completed in one go, and I was naturally proficient.

The cigarette bottle has a unique gurgling sound of boiling water during the burning process.

I noticed the gambler's actions, so I witnessed his actions and his facial expressions that were about to rise. It was like an old smoker who hadn't smoked for more than ten years, and finally lit a cigarette. He wanted to have fun and was too strong, and he would twitch and faint after taking a few puffs, which was quite overwhelming.
Chapter completed!