I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

The eccentric, heartless man began explaining the rules.

The rules of the dice are both simple and complex; it's a version of the 21-point dice game.

Each person is given three dice. The numbers rolled are added together, for example, three sixes make eighteen points. Then you can choose to add more dice, one to three at a time, and keep rolling to add more points.

You can only add it once, and how much you add depends on your courage.

Whoever gets closer to 21 wins.

If you score over 21, you lose immediately.

If it's a tie, we'll continue.

The stakes are your heart.

After explaining the rules, the eccentric and peculiar man patted the eerie dice that were shimmering with a ghostly light beside him, then pointed to the large hole in his chest and smiled broadly: "Well, did you understand? Want to try a couple of rounds?"

The mouthless creature nodded expressionlessly and reached for the dice cup on the table.

The eerie consciousness watched silently from the side, already plotting in its mind.

It realized that there was definitely something wrong with the dice.

The smug look on Que Xin's face clearly said, "I've got this game in the bag."

But the mouthless eerie creature still had that cold face, showing no expression or emotion whatsoever.

The first round begins.

Que Xin Weiqi grabbed the dice cup, flicked his wrist, and the three dice spun around inside.

Its movements were exaggerated yet skillful, its mouth stretched wide, and its eyes were full of excitement and greed.

It shook it a few times, then slammed the dice cup down on the table with a snap, revealing four, five, six, fifteen points.

It licked its lips, thought for a moment, then picked up the dice cup again, added another die, and continued shaking.

Lift the lid, it's six o'clock, exactly 9:00 PM.

Wu Xin was quite satisfied, as if everything was under his control.

It's the mouthless weirdo's turn.

He picked up the dice cup so quietly that it was almost inaudible.

With a slight flick of the wrist, the three dice spun quietly a few times in the cup before stopping.

Lift it up, five, five, six, sixteen o'clock.

He thought for a moment and added one.

Lift it up, five o'clock.

It's exactly 21.

The Heartless Eerie was stunned. He looked down at the mouthless eerie dice, then at his own, and the smile on his face froze for a moment.

But it quickly recovered, chuckled twice, and said, "Not bad luck, it's a draw, let's continue."

second round.

The elusive creature shook the dice cup even more vigorously this time, its entire body swaying with the movement, while muttering incantations as if it were chanting some kind of spell.

Lift the lid, 1, 6, 6, 13 o'clock.

Add two more, four points, four points, twenty-one.

It grinned, looking smugly at the mouthless monster.

The mouthless eerie creature remained expressionless as it picked up the dice cup and gently shook it.

Open it up, four, five, six, fifteen o'clock.

Add one more, six points, twenty-one.

Another draw.

The strange, heartless smile froze again.

Seeing this, the eerie consciousness observed something: the Heartless Eerie seemed to be able to consistently produce a winning hand of blackjack, remaining undefeated.

If things continue like this, with draws going on indefinitely, it's definitely not a solution.

Although it doesn't understand the intricacies of dice, it can still grasp the basic logic: to win, you not only need to get a total of 21, but you also need to prevent your opponent from getting a total of 21.

In other words, we have to resort to underhanded tactics against the other party.

Clearly, the mouthless monster had also noticed this.

Before the third round began, the Mouthless creature strangely raised its hand and made several gestures with its slender fingers.

That was a sign language used by the supernatural: I'll go first this round.

Que Xin paused for a moment, then shrugged indifferently and pushed the dice cup over.

Anyway, it doesn't panic. It has its own "technology" and can accurately match blackjack no matter how many points the other party rolls.

First come, first served—it made no difference to it. The mouthless creature strangely picked up the dice cup.

This time, he shook for an unusually long time.

The dice spun around in the cup, the sound rising and falling, the rhythm fast and slow, as if playing a strange melody.

His wrist trembled slightly at an almost imperceptible frequency, each tremor causing a subtle change in the trajectory of the dice.

The eerie consciousness watching from the side vaguely sensed something flickering in the mouthless, eerie hand, but the light was too faint, vanishing in an instant, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

After shaking it for a full half minute, the mouthless eerie creature finally placed the dice cup face down on the table.

Open.

4, 4, 4. Twelve o'clock.

He looked at it expressionlessly, then picked up the dice cup and added two more dice.

Shaking it again, this time for a much shorter time, only a few gentle shakes before stopping.

Open.

Two additional dice were added, one with a four and the other with a four.

A total of twenty points.

A strange thought flashed through my mind: 20 points, already quite high, but still a little short of 21.

If the "Heartless Stranger" rolls a blackjack, then you lose.

A smug smile appeared on the face of the man with a missing heart.

It looked at the dice on the table, licked its dry lips, and its eyes were full of excitement at the prospect of victory.

"Twenty points? Not bad, not bad, but it's still a little short. Watch me." It chuckled and reached for the dice cup.

With a flick of his wrist, the three dice spun rapidly inside the cup.

This time it shook with extra effort, its whole body swaying to the rhythm, and it was muttering something as if it were summoning something.

"Snapped!"

The dice cup was placed face down on the table.

Open.

Three dice, three sixes. Eighteen points.

The man with the missing heart grinned strangely.

Eighteen points, just add one more three points to make a perfect twenty-one.

It glanced smugly at the mouthless monster, then picked up the dice cup and added a die.

A gentle shake.

Open.

Six o'clock!

Eighteen plus six equals twenty-four. It's a bombshell!
The strange, unsettling smile froze on his face.

It looked down at the bright six-dot die, its eyes wide open, its mouth opening and closing repeatedly, its face filled with disbelief.

"No! This can't be! I clearly... I clearly..."

It suddenly raised its head, staring intently at the mouthless monster, its eyes filled with suspicion and anger.

"It was you! You tampered with it!!"

It stared at it with a strange, expressionless face, offering no response.

He simply sat there quietly, his hands on the table, his fingers long and steady, looking completely innocent.

A strange consciousness stood up beside them.

Its eyes turned cold, and a terrifying aura belonging to a Celestial Realm expert emanated from it, enveloping the entire safe house.

The aura it exuded carried an undisguised killing intent and a suffocating sense of oppression, as if it would immediately attack if the Heartless Weird dared to utter another word.

"A bet's a bet, and you're not convinced?"

The eerie voice was cold and calm.

It took a step forward.

Que Xin Weiyi instinctively shrank back, his anger instantly replaced by fear.

It glanced at the eerie consciousness's face, half of which was covered in strange patterns, and then at the expressionless, mouthless eerie creature beside it. Finally, it realized that it couldn't afford to mess with either of these two.

"I admit defeat, I surrender." Its voice was dry and trembling.

The eerie consciousness nodded in satisfaction, withdrew its aura, and said calmly, "That's enough. Now, take us to your heart." (End of Chapter)