The Hehuan Sect cultivates alchemy; my senior sister helps me refine alchemy throughout the world.

Thirteen Sister saw it very clearly; the number was indeed one, two, three!

She clearly heard three nines, but she used a secret technique to change one of them, which will definitely result in a big win.

All three changed? How is that possible?

The dice cup is isolated from spiritual power detection, so even I can only use the secret technique to change the result once.

How could all three change?!

A casual "Wow!" came from upstairs, followed by silence.

After staring at the three dice for a long time, Thirteen Sister said, "You had a backup plan."

Shen Yifei shrugged, "No, no, it was just good luck."

Thirteen Sister stood up, walked around the gambling table, and stepped up to Shen Yifei. "I have refined this dice cup for hundreds of years and it has never made a mistake. There is only one possibility that you can change it: it has already recognized you as its master."

Shen Yifei's heart skipped a beat; this woman's insight was indeed sharp.

He tilted his head slightly: "Whether the dice cup acknowledges me or not is unimportant. What's important is... I won. Thirteen Sister, you're not trying to renege on your bet, are you?"

"Betrayal?" Thirteen Sister scoffed, glancing down at her open robe. "I, Thirteen Sister, run a gambling den on the edge of hell. A loss is a loss, a win is a win. I've never renege on a debt."

She reached out and untied the sash of her undergarment. Her movements were unhurried and deliberate. The undergarment slipped down, revealing her red bodice; now, she was only wearing this one garment.

Without pausing, Thirteen Sister reached back to untie the straps of her bodice.

At this crucial moment, Shen Yifei softened a bit: "Hey, Thirteenth Sister, if you take off this bodice, you'll be naked."

Thirteen Sister didn't stop what she was doing and replied, "What's wrong, Young Master Shen, are you feeling sorry for him?"

After she finished speaking, the red bodice fluttered to the ground. She was completely naked, standing straight in front of Shen Yifei.

There was no attempt to cover it up, nor was there any intention to do so.

Shen Yifei's Adam's apple bobbed. He didn't consider himself a naive newbie, but Thirteen's frank and open demeanor still gave him the illusion that "he was the one who was stripped naked."

Thirteen stood barefoot in front of him, her arms hanging at her sides without any attempt to cover herself. This woman's openness concealed an unsettling composure.

Shen Yifei gave a dry laugh: "Thirteenth Sister, with your figure... hiding it behind this mask is truly a waste of talent."

"My appearance is already taboo," Thirteen's voice carried an inexplicable chill. "Do you think I wanted to wear this mask?"

Shen Yifei narrowed his eyes slightly.

This woman's words were loaded with meaning. What taboo had she broken to wear this mask? What taboos are there in this gates of hell?

Before he could think it through, Thirteen Sister had already taken steps and walked up to him. She lifted one leg and sat directly on his lap.

Shen Yifei froze, a warm, damp sensation shooting from his thighs to the top of his head, and the small vortex in his dantian swirled uncontrollably three times.

He instinctively tried to lean back, but Thirteen Sister grabbed his shoulder. From that angle, he could see more clearly the blue-faced, fanged demon mask on her face, and there was even a hint of smugness on her lips.

"Young Master Shen," Thirteen Maiden leaned down, her breath soft and carrying a faint orchid fragrance, "you just said you wanted to see me take off my mask?"

"Yes...yes." Shen Yifei's voice was a little dry. "What? Don't want to pick them anymore?"

"If you want to take it off, then take it off yourself." Thirteen Sister grabbed his hand and pulled it to the edge of his mask. "I can't take off this mask myself, and I'm reluctant to do so. Since you've won it today, then you can take it off yourself."

"Young Master Shen," Thirteen Sister's voice lowered, a half-smile playing on her lips, "don't regret picking it."

"Thirteenth Sister, are you trying to scare me?" Shen Yifei chuckled. "I'm the kind of person who, once I decide to do something, I won't regret it."

"Really?" Thirteen Sister said softly, "Then you can pick them."

Shen Yifei took a deep breath, hooked his fingers around the edge of the mask, and forcefully peeled it off.

The moment he held the mask in his hand, he froze.

The face beneath the mask wasn't as ugly as one might imagine.

This half of her face is almost perfectly symmetrical to the exposed half, with delicate eyebrows and eyes, a straight and elegant nose, and slightly pursed lips, like a new moon fallen to earth.

"You...your face is perfectly fine, why do you wear a mask all the time?"

As soon as Shen Yifei finished speaking, he suddenly felt as if something had punched him hard in the chest.

A piercing pain burst forth from his soul, and Shen Yifei's face instantly turned deathly pale.

Immediately afterwards, he felt something deep within his soul slowly... cracking.

"Haha..." Thirteen Sister laughed.

As she smiled, tears welled up in her eyes.

"Why do you ask me to wear a mask? Because my face is a curse!"

Shen Yifei knelt on one knee, veins bulging on his forehead. Waves of excruciating pain, originating from the depths of his soul, surged up, a hundred times more painful than any physical injury.

He felt something like vines creeping into the cracks of his soul, taking root and sprouting.

"Jinbao! What's going on?" Shen Yifei roared inwardly.

Jinbao's voice was also tinged with panic: "Oh no! This woman's mask is a seal! If you take off her mask, the seal will be broken and transferred to you!"

Liu Mengli's figure floated down from the second floor and landed next to Shen Yifei.

She reached out and pressed her hand on Shen Yifei's shoulder, channeling the power of reincarnation into his body to suppress the evil energy.

"Thirteenth Sister! What are you doing?" Liu Mengli's voice suddenly became shrill. "What curse did you unleash when you took off that mask?"

Thirteen stood there, completely naked. "Yes. I took off my mask to send this curse away."

"You fucking..." Shen Yifei gritted his teeth in pain, "Are you using me as a scapegoat?"

"A scapegoat?" Thirteen Sister shook her head. "Young Master Shen, you're mistaken. I don't know you, nor do I know who you are. I only know one thing—my mask is sealed with a curse. Whoever can remove my mask will be cursed. Just now you wanted me to remove the mask, and I tried to dissuade you several times, but you insisted on seeing it... This... it was all your own choice."

Su Huan also ran downstairs and turned pale when she saw Shen Yifei's appearance.

She turned to Thirteen Sister: "Thirteen Sister! Why didn't you say so sooner? You knew that removing the mask would harm someone, why didn't you warn him?"

"I reminded him," Thirteen's voice was calm. "I said, 'You'll regret this,' but he insisted on watching. What could I do?"

"You still have the nerve to talk back?" Liu Mengli glared at her resentfully. "Master, don't move! I'll help you force that thing out!"

Liu Mengli fully activated the power of reincarnation, and a warm current flowed into the depths of Shen Yifei's soul through his meridians.

However, the vine-like thing was like an ancient tree that had taken root, firmly embedded in Shen Yifei's soul, and he couldn't pull it out no matter what.

Gradually, something unusual appeared on Liu Mengli's face!

"Master, this curse... it feels somewhat familiar."