Mysterious Revival: My Path Through the Door

Across the table, the gambler seemed to have lost too much; his eyes gleamed with anger and fervor, making his face appear ferocious.

Link tried to take a step back, but found that the messy ground around him had disappeared, and the dim, ghostly realm was faintly visible, with a desolate and gloomy scene visible outside.

Further away, on a dirt road, a group of strangely dressed, terrifying figures gathered together, as if waiting for something to arrive.

As Link observed the ghost, the ghost also sensed the presence of the Ghost Gambling House. Two figures dressed in retro robes left their original positions and approached this place.

They appear slow, but in reality, they are like frames of video footage, rapidly approaching in a bizarre manner.

In an instant, Link understood his current predicament.

This is a haunted gambling den in a supernatural place. The streets outside are filled with vengeful ghosts, perhaps waiting for a ghostly bus.

If you don't gamble with the gambler, then you'll have to face those terrifying vengeful ghosts.

"Zhang Wei, keep betting with it and see what tricks it's going to pull."

Zhang Wei snorted, sat down again, and raised his chin: "Since you little gambler want to be a spendthrift today, this gambling saint will play along with you. Let's continue, place the bets."

As Zhang Wei took his seat, the surroundings returned to the chaotic state of the gambling den, with a striking red light near the entrance.

They returned to 4-4-4 of the Happiness Community.

Zhang Wei's bet remained unchanged, while the gambling addict pulled out two more red bills from his person.

[The Power of a Gambler], [A Mysterious Dice]

As the 30-second countdown began, Zhang Wei and the gambling addict started shaking the dice cup.

Unlike the previous two times, this time the gambler shook his head very quickly, to the point that his whole body was twitching slightly.

"I came, I saw, I recorded."

Link stared wide-eyed, the pages of the book flipping rapidly in his dark pupils as he tried to analyze the supernatural power within.

He saw that the gambler's supernatural power was being injected into the dice cup, causing the dice inside to undergo specific changes.

Link, enraged, cursed, "Damn it, you cheated! You born evil gambler, I'll crush you!"

Link finally understood why even the precognitive Qin Lao could lose; it turned out that gambling addicts lacked sportsmanship.

You little piece of trash, you can't accept defeat!

Link's aura turned cold, and he prepared to use the supernatural power of the ghost blood to suppress the gambler.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Wei suddenly raised his hand and sneered, "Link, no rush. We have plenty of chips. Playing against the AI ​​is pointless. So what if we start fighting? I'm going to kill gods today!"

Zhang Wei's hand speed increased, and he precisely slammed the dice cup down at the thirtieth second.

"open!"

This time, the gambler opened his own dice cup first.

Two 6s, the largest possible score.

Zhang Wei sneered and spat on the ground: "You think you've got this all figured out? You bastard, look at this!"

The dice cup is moved up, and it shows two 6s again.

Since both teams were non-players, the result was a draw.

Link was very fortunate that he had found Lin Qingyuan's bet in advance; otherwise, if the gambler had cheated, it would have been a sure win.

The gambler stood there stunned for a long time before finally gripping the dice cup again.

The gambler was not satisfied and the game continued.

Link couldn't help but smile; he saw a glimmer of hope that the gambler's machine would crash.

In the next two rounds, the gambler reverted to his initial behavior, no longer cheating, and instead let Zhang Wei open first, then opened his own hand.

However, he lost two consecutive rounds by a single point, losing his bet.

The gambler searched his pockets for a long time, and finally only found a red bill.

The gambler will stop gambling.

This may be its last bargaining chip.

Link's heart skipped a beat. The chip that could bring the gambler to a standstill was a ticket to instantly cultivate a powerful ghost tamer.

"Heh, you think you can just gamble whenever you want, or stop whenever you want? Do you really think you own this gambling den? The land deed is in my hands now."

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Wei was unhappy. He pointed at the gambler and started cursing, then shouted, "If you raise the bet, write 'Shining shoes for Zhang Wei,' and I won't change my bet. That's how it is!"

Link didn't speak. He respected Zhang Wei's choice and admired Zhang Wei's incredible luck.

As before, after two normal rounds, the gambler started cheating again.

But it was of little use; having lost its status as the bookmaker, it could only manage a draw at best.

Thus, the next cycle begins.

Link finally figured out the gambler's pattern.

The game operates on a three-round cycle. In the first two rounds, it plays normally with the gamblers, but in the third round, it will cheat to get the highest possible score.

With the added advantage of being the house, anyone gambling against a gambler, whether human or ghost, will ultimately lose everything.

"No wonder the legacy left by Grandpa Lin Qingyuan was that he only let the gambler deliberately lose two rounds, and Old Qin from headquarters also only gambled two rounds with the gambler, thus avoiding the inevitable loss in the third round."

While he was thinking, the gambler lost to Zhang Wei by a mere 1 point.

This time, instead of immediately shaking the dice cup, it somehow stole a pair of vintage-style leather shoes, respectfully put them on Zhang Wei, and then polished them.

The gambling continued, and Zhang Wei maintained his pattern of two wins and one draw, playing with even more enthusiasm, and even had the gambler shine his shoes with great interest.

Link yawned out of boredom, realizing there was nothing for him to do here, so he walked towards the door.

Perhaps he had lost too much and was carried away by his gambling addiction, the gambler ignored Link, who was his target, and let him come outside the house.

"Zhang Wei is dead?"

As Yang Jian leaned against the wall, the moment he saw Link, all six of his ghost eyes opened, radiating an astonishing pressure.

Link smiled easily: "No, Zhang Wei is just having a lucky streak. The gambler is polishing his shoes."

"what?"

"Here's what happened..."

Under Yang Jian's questioning gaze, Lin Ke explained the general pattern of the gambler, and concluded by saying, "The gambler is very likely to be defeated by Zhang Wei. This trip to Happiness Community was very fruitful."

"And who are you really?"

Yang Jian felt horrified just thinking about it; the "Link" who had been his classmate was actually a ghost.

What's even more terrifying about Link is that he's actually able to replace the existence of ghosts.

Is this really something a demon tamer can do?

"My existence is likely part of a scheme orchestrated by a senior ghost tamer. As for my true identity..."

Link fixed his hair and extended his right hand to Yang Jian: "Link, a living person. I was your classmate for half a day, and I've had many jobs. Now I'm a Ghost Tamer."

Yang Jian shook hands with Link with a mixture of disbelief and suspicion, his face full of doubt: "You're not some old monster who's been reincarnated, are you?"

Link said with a dark face, "Who are you calling an old monster? I'm only 21, by all accounts."

"Did you go to university?"

"Just graduated, worked as a corporate slave."

"No wonder, you've been to Myanmar, haven't you? You seem to enjoy electrocuting people so much."

"Heh... Give me back my suicide note."

After being open and honest with each other, the two became much closer. They exchanged a few jokes and went into the room together.

Inside the room, the dim, ghostly light had weakened considerably, enough to touch the original furniture.

The betting continues.

The gambler remained silent, only focusing on polishing his shoes.

Yang Jian went outside and brought back some food. The three of them ate a meal together, and then Zhang Wei continued to torment the gambler.

After an unknown amount of time, the dim, ghostly atmosphere in the room finally disappeared. The gambling ghost had vanished, leaving only a dilapidated eight-immortal table.

The gambler lost too much and, unwilling to polish shoes anymore, chose to crash the computer.