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Chapter 72 Money for Selling Oneself

Cheers erupted from the underground casino, one wave after another.

Someone had just borrowed tens of thousands of silver dollars, then turned around and lost it all at the gambling table. Then, shamelessly, he came back and asked to borrow another sum to turn his fortunes around.

Someone borrowed 500,000 banknotes and went directly into the most prestigious private room in the underground casino.

The princesses, whom they would never have dared to look at before, were being ushered in one after another, and then came out in another batch. They were all beautiful and charming, and their perfumes smelled like strong aphrodisiac liquor, pungent and intense.

The man in black was always responsive to requests, and in just half an hour, he took three of the five large boxes full of banknotes.

The change occurred ten minutes later when a middle-aged gambler, who had lost all of his 700,000 yuan loan for the day, approached the man in black at his table.

"Lend me another million! This time—this time, I'm sure I can turn things around and win everything back!"

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Unexpectedly, the man in black, who had never refused gamblers in recent days, chose to refuse this time.

"I'm sorry, sir, you've lost everything and have nothing left to trade."

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged gambler was struck dumb, his body swayed, and then his eyes turned bloodshot as he glared at the man in black who had spoken.

"What are you talking about?! You won't lend it?! What gives you the right not to lend it?!"

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"They can all borrow! Why can't I?!"

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The middle-aged gambler's temples bulged with veins as he let out a hoarse roar, his hands gripping the edge of the table tightly, his whole body trembling like a leaf.

"Your average monthly salary is around 8000, and you have about 35 years left in your life. Based on this calculation, the value of your remaining life is at most 336 million."

"Since the past ten days, you have borrowed a total of 345 million in cash from us, which exceeds your entire personal value —"

The man in black deliberately closed the distance and whispered in the bewildered middle-aged gambler's ear, "From this day forward, your life belongs to the great Ghost Golden Sheep God—"

A bone-chilling coldness seeped into the middle-aged gambler's coccyx.

In an instant, the middle-aged man, as if in the dead of winter, was naked and had fallen into an ice cave, the relentless chill spreading throughout his body, making him shudder.

He had been borrowing money recklessly for days without considering the consequences. Now, the man in black's sinister words instantly triggered the most sensitive and fearful nerves in his heart.

"You're crazy! What are you talking about?!"

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"Who borrowed your money?! Do you have a written agreement?! If you don't have a written agreement, I'll sue you for extortion!"

The middle-aged gambler was intimidated and dared not entangle with the man in black. After making a scene like a rogue, he turned around and ran away from the casino.

The five men in black remained silent throughout, only staring mockingly at the deranged middle-aged gambler until he could no longer withstand the pressure and fled in panic.

The entire underground casino witnessed what had just happened.

Especially when everyone saw that the men in black were completely helpless against the gambling addicts who refused to pay their debts, a feeling called greed quickly spread throughout the crowd.

Everyone's eyes were bloodshot, like those of wolves; they all wanted to get "benefits" from the man in black.

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"Looks like we won't have to wait a few more days—" a man in black sneered.

"Good, let's close the net here sooner so we can go catch the next one."

"Waiter, call your boss over. We need to exchange cash, the more the better!"

A man in black produced a Royal Black Card, announcing that he would treat all the gamblers to a night of revelry.

The underground casino was in turmoil again, with most gamblers feeling inexplicably excited by the black-clad man's wealth and power.

Only a small number of people who were still relatively clear-headed sensed that something was wrong and quietly left the scene.

Outside the underground casino.

The middle-aged gambler who had just lost all his "loan limit" finally escaped the underground casino after a frantic run.

He came to the deserted street, and the cold night wind made him shiver all over. He seemed to have lost his soul and became dazed and confused.

His eyes were vacant as he took off his clothes as he walked.

A barely perceptible ray of starlight shone down from the sky.

The middle-aged gambler's exposed body rotted and dried up rapidly at a visible speed, with black blood, resembling grease, slowly seeping from his seven orifices.

After the middle-aged man poured all his energy into his soul, his withered corpse completely disintegrated and collapsed.

His skull rolled on the ground, spitting out a golden coin with bizarre patterns and a ferocious ram's head engraved in the center.

The coin landed, spun gently, and gleamed with a golden yet eerie cold light.

"Wow, I got some gear."

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Liang Ben sauntered out from the corner, picked up a golden copper coin from the ground, and held it up to Chen Jue, explaining, "This thing is called a 'selling oneself' coin. Holding this coin can bring wealth and good fortune to ordinary people—"

"However, just like with borrowing money, once the wealth obtained through this money exceeds one's personal value, it will forcibly enter the Ghost Gold Sheep's killing line and eventually become another piece of money for selling oneself."

"What's even more outrageous is that the value of a person sold for money is calculated based on the time when the money was found."

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"In other words, when an ordinary person finds this money, the value of their life has already been solidified."

"Whether or not there is help from benefactors or good fortune comes naturally, it only accelerates the process of being killed."

Chen Jue's eyes narrowed slightly upon hearing this. "Are you sure it's alright to hold it in your hand now?"

"Haha, you don't need to worry about that. The Twenty-Eight Star Demons all follow the concept of light assets and casting a wide net."

"To conserve energy, the curses attached to these money items are extremely minor."

"This curse is only good for killing ordinary people who have no resistance. But if you encounter a martial artist at the True Qi Realm, you can simply use your True Qi to wipe it away."

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"I see—" Chen Jue said, indicating that he had learned something new, and turned to look at Tang Xi.

He was watching the casino's live stream with great interest, showing no intention of making a move.

Meng Liang stood beside him with his hands clasped, and then closed his eyes, using a very short time to cultivate his internal energy.

Chen Jue was stunned when he saw this, and a million grass mud horses galloped through his mind.

No? Is nobody going to do anything about this pervert?

Is he really going to practice like this, anytime, anywhere? Isn't he afraid of going berserk?

Tang Xi noticed Chen Jue's strange gaze, looked up at him, then at Meng Liang behind him, and explained, "Meng Liang has divine power to bless him. Even if his true energy goes against his will and he suffers a qi deviation, he can be instantly restored to his original state."

"We can't learn this."

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"————" Chen Jue was convinced. Is this the beauty of numbers and mechanics?

There's a frustrating feeling that ten years of hard work is no match for someone else's leap off a cliff.

"Wow! These people are incredibly greedy; they've all borrowed their entire worth."

Tang Xi turned her gaze back to the surveillance video and saw that the casino was having a frenzied party, with everyone's eyes red as they filled sacks with money in front of the men in black.

"Shouldn't we stop it? If this continues, at least one or two hundred people will die down here tonight."

Chen Jue didn't really care about the lives of those gambling addicts in the underground casino.

But what could he do? He presented himself as a chivalrous hero in front of the three of them.

Now, facing hundreds of people, all of whom are destined to follow in the footsteps of the middle-aged man, remaining silent would inevitably make one appear heartless and cause one's persona to crumble.

Why bother with the lives of these gamblers? Look at them, aren't they having a great time?

"It's perfect to use their worthless lives to severely deplete the strength of these Oni-Golden Kin."

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"After all, using money as a medium to cast a curse also requires consuming Star Demon power—"

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