Changsheng: I can sell everything

Chapter 110 Gambling for Life: What is Eternity Here?
Song Ciwan stood at the gate of the city, looking up at the tall guards who looked like weathered stone sculptures.

The tallest one, five feet tall, was already at the same height as the city tower, and it could make people have a fear of giants in an instant.

In contrast, Song Ciwan standing at the foot of the city wall was as insignificant as dust.

Song Ciwan tried to walk slowly into the city gate, but she found that these giants did not look down at her, and no one cared about her entering the city.

The moment she passed through the city gate, the green leaf in her wrist purse shook slightly.

Song Ciwan stepped into another world as if he had penetrated a layer of icy water.

The scene of the city unfolded in front of her eyes, first of all, it was a kind of splendid decay.

Dilapidated bluestone streets, decaying houses, but countless dark red shining spots floating in the air.

The light spots floated and fell towards Song Ciwan, and the evil talisman that Song Ciwan was carrying with him suddenly moved at this moment.

The evil spirit talisman exuded a scorching aura, covering Song Ciwan's body, and the light spots receded one after another.

These light spots turned out to be the embodiment of the underworld energy of the Illusory Underworld City.

In the Underworld City, ghost energy is everywhere, if a living person is contaminated, their vitality will be suppressed.

Fortunately, the power of these unowned ghost energy is limited, and a low-level evil spirit talisman is enough to shake it away.

Song Ciwan was walking along the street, but there were all sorts of strange sounds coming from the dilapidated shops on both sides of the street.

There was a snoring sound... like some giant beast was eating;

There was a creaking sound...like a saw cutting something;
There was a huh huh cry... It was hard to tell whether it was a human or some other inexplicable strange species crying.

——This is not a real empty city!

The streets of this city seem dilapidated and deserted, with almost no pedestrians on the road, but the shops on both sides are actually very lively.

Song Ciwan was walking on the street, and could even feel that there seemed to be countless cold gazes on both sides of the road, either through the window or through the crack of the door, sticking to her body bit by bit, following her closely.

After another moment, the street scene ahead suddenly changed.

In this dark city, there is a pitch-black river lying ahead.

Above the river, there is a stone bridge arched high.On the left bank of the stone bridge, an octagonal pavilion with bucket arches and eaves is built with high ceilings.

The pavilion is huge, and under each corner, there is a dark red paper lantern hanging faintly.

The lantern swayed in the cold wind, and there were countless people standing in the pavilion.

When Song Ciwan approached, a voice from the pavilion sighed and said, "Here comes the living again."

Those "people" who were standing looked at Song Ciwan in unison.

The next moment, in the middle of these crowded "crowds", suddenly a hand was stretched out high, and then, a figure pushed away the "people" around, shouting: "Help! Help me..."

Gudong Gudong, the "people" crowded around him pressed him down again.

A voice said: "I would like to accept the bet. Since you have lost your life to us, then you are ours."

Then came the voices of chattering: "What's wrong with joining us? Stay here, this is eternity..."

"Three disasters and nine calamities, birth, old age, sickness and death, all can be thrown away, and the road to longevity is in front of you! Do you really not know good and bad?"

"Idiot, come quickly, I will end the relationship with you..."

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Song Ciwan stood on the edge of the pavilion, and saw a plaque hanging in the middle of the pavilion, with the inscription: Eternal Pavilion!
Such a big tone, it is named after "eternity".

At the edge of the pavilion, a "person" suddenly turned around.

I saw this man's face was withered, his skin was pale, and his eyes had only whites and no pupils.

He grabbed the center of the pavilion with his backhand. At the center, there was still a person struggling to shout "help" to Song Ciwan, but with his grasping in the void, the shout of "help" disappeared completely.

But there was a handful of beads in the palm of this person, a handful of faint blue beads.

He said slowly: "Ten Yuanshou beads for a game, passers-by, do you gamble?"

Before Song Ciwan could answer for a while, the three ancestral dragon coins she carried with her carried a hot temperature in her arms!
The next moment, several figures rushed from another road along the river.

The man running at the front was full of enthusiasm, and he was also holding a handful of faint blue Yuanshou beads in his hands. From a distance, he shouted loudly: "I'll bet with you! Bet with ten Yuanshou beads! "

And this person, Song Ciwan actually knew, he was Xie Zhang!

Behind him, there are several figures chasing after him.

Those figures included men and women, immortal cultivators and warriors, and the immortal cultivator who was the fastest chased him was holding a simple bronze mirror in his hand.

While running, he pinches his hands from time to time, and the bronze mirror rotates in his hand, and every time it turns around, a icy clear light will be shot out, and when the clear light falls to the ground, layers of cold frost will form on the ground.

This bronze mirror, called Frost Mirror, is a low-grade magic weapon!
The immortal cultivator holding the Frost Mirror shouted angrily while chasing it: "Xie Yunxiang, you are so brave! Did you get this Yuanshouzhu alone? You harmed my junior brother, Xue will avenge my junior brother today!"

Song Ciwan: ...

Wait, Xie Yunxiang?

Isn't the one in front Xie Zhang?

Song Ciwan stood silently by the side, while performing strange Taoism, trying his best to minimize his sense of existence.

She now has an extremely absurd feeling, Zulong Zhuqian is still hot in her arms, so she moves lightly, retreating a certain distance, and then retreating a certain distance.

On the side of the pavilion in front, Xie Zhang was as nimble as a rabbit, dodging the attacks of the Frost Mirror again and again.

Finally, he ran wildly into the corner of the "Eternal Pavilion".

He shouted loudly again: "Ten Yuanshou beads, I will bet against you with ten Yuanshou beads! Do you bet or not?"

On the edge of the pavilion, the withered man sighed.

Said: "Since the value of the gambling items is equal, how can there be no reason not to gamble?"

After finishing the words, I saw eight gray beams of light suddenly falling down from the octagonal edge of the pavilion.

The beam of light shrouded Xie Zhang under the high eaves of the "Eternal Pavilion", making him face the withered man standing on the edge of the pavilion.

As for the people chasing Xie Zhang behind, such as the monk surnamed Xue who was chasing at the front, the Frost Mirror in his hand was still attacking. At that time, the clear light of the Frost Mirror collided with the hanging beam of light. .

In an instant, Qinghui bounced back, and with a lightning speed, he enveloped the monk surnamed Xue in it with a puff.

The cultivator surnamed Xue had no room to dodge at all. In an instant, he was fixed in the present moment, frozen into an ice sculpture!
Further back, the people who were chasing Xie Zhang together with the monk surnamed Xue stopped in their tracks.

A lesson learned from the past, Xie Zhang entered the gambling game, but got the protection of the strange world "Eternal Pavilion"!

(End of this chapter)