Chapter 102: The Cheater Becomes A Ghost Controller
In the dim environment, under the dim yellow lights.
In front of the old table, one person and one ghost sat.
The eerie old man flipped open the three yellowed poker cards in front of him.
Three aces.
The young man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, panting heavily, and flipped open his own cards.
2, 3, 5, just enough to beat the leopard.
He won again.
Two palm-sized arms were pushed over.
The young man quickly reached out to pick them up, looking at the fair and slender, icy-cold arms in his hand, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He couldn’t help but start playing with them.
“Kid, touching my hand right in front of me, aren’t you going too far?”
The young man was stunned upon hearing this, turned back to look at Manyue, “Big Sister, it’s just a nice thing, what’s wrong with me touching it?”
“Hurry up and give the arm back to me.” Manyue didn’t want to deal with this young man.
The young man didn’t speak, just gently stroked the two palm-sized arms.
He collected the poker with one hand, shuffled with one hand, and dealt with one hand.
“These two arms of yours give me a very different feeling.”
He looked at the pile of ‘chips’ nearby.
Compared to those arms, this arm was more delicate, whiter, and colder.
It was as if there was some eerie thing existing inside this arm.
The young man rubbed his brow, placed the arm on the table, “I don’t know how to recover this arm, how about we wait until I win the opponent’s last chips?”
Manyue didn’t speak; she originally hadn’t told him that inside the two arms he was playing with, there was actually half a ghost in each.
If she told him, he probably wouldn’t even dare to touch them.
“If we lose all our chips, the result is death, so what about you?”
The young man, named Zhao Bai, with the courtesy name Longbo, was born into a scholarly family, which in ancient times would count as a prominent clan.
But the family fell into decline, and at three years old, the family went bankrupt and liquidated; those who could get in got in, but only he was sent to an orphanage.
At seven, he became sensible and started hanging out on the streets; at eight, he came into contact with gambling, then became obsessed, gambling whenever he had money, losing more than winning.
At nine, he self-taught and became a little cheater in three months.
At ten, his cheating techniques reached mastery, winning more and not losing.
At twelve, he presided over the casino, undefeated.
At fifteen, he took over the casino, amassing a fortune with his cheating techniques.
Now, at nineteen, he was penniless, having just been released from the police station.
He was set up by someone and ended up here.
He originally thought it was just an ordinary gambling game.
But the moment he sat at the gambling table and saw the person he was gambling with, he knew things had spiraled beyond his control.
He was gambling with a ghost.
But fortunately, the ghost didn’t seem to cheat, just competing on luck.
But the opponent’s luck was very good, extremely good!
The eerie old man flipped open his cards again.
Leopard, three nines.
The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, “Good thing I know how to cheat, otherwise I’d be dead already.”
He flipped open his own cards.
Still 2, 3, 5…
He won again.
Manyue’s two legs were pushed over.
The young man reached out to pick them up, looking at the two fair thighs in his hand, swallowing saliva, and glancing at Manyue.
At this moment, Manyue was coldly watching the young man, watching his actions.
The other’s eyes were saying, it seems if you dare to touch, you’re dead.
The young man immediately felt defiant.
Joking, after years in the underworld, was he afraid of someone who lost at gambling?
Without any hesitation, right in front of Manyue, he directly stroked the two palm-sized legs with his fingers.
Although he didn’t understand why perfectly good thighs had become so small, no matter, it was just the legs shrinking, the touch unchanged.
Still fair, delicate, smooth.
Hmm, and a bit fragrant.
“Kid, I’ll settle this with you later, but right now you’d better get serious, the gamble isn’t over yet.”
Manyue’s expression instantly turned grave.
The young man was stunned, what, not over yet? The opponent had no chips left!
But the next moment, the lights suddenly flickered.
A thick corpse stench emerged.
Yin cold arose, the young man frowned, the chill clearing his fatigued mind considerably.
His body seemed to have reached its limit.
He looked at the fierce ghost opposite.
He saw the fierce ghost abruptly reach out, yank off its own arm, and place it on the table.
Sticky black blood flowed from the stump.
The young man’s pupils contracted slightly, this… starting to use its own body as chips?
But no panic, he had plenty of chips.
The young man glanced at the hands and feet on the table.
But the next moment, his face suddenly changed.
“This!”
Manyue’s gaze sharpened.
The hands and feet on the table abruptly began to rot, thick corpse stench breeding.
The young man didn’t hesitate, directly throwing them off the gambling table.
Even Manyue’s hands and feet began to show rot and corpse spots at this moment.
But due to supernatural reasons, her hands and feet weren’t rotting as severely.
Her own hands and feet fell to the ground.
But Manyue had no intention of looking at them.
At this moment, she was staring intently at the young man.
The young man’s expression fluctuated uncertainly; without chips, how to continue the gamble?
But suddenly, Manyue’s pupils trembled.
The young man widened his eyes.
Rip! The young man’s forehead veins bulged, his eyes briefly going blank.
Blood splattered, spraying around; Manyue felt the warmth on her face, her eyes seeing a severed arm spraying blood.
On the table, an arm lay there, blood flowing, soaking into the tablecloth and turning it red.
The sprayed blood splattered onto the poker cards.
“Ah~!”
The belated scream rang out.
The young man’s face was deathly pale, clutching his bleeding arm tightly, dizziness assaulting his vision.
“How could it be like this!”
Didn’t he still have chips?
Why use his own arm as a bet?
“Deal the cards, you must deal, if you don’t cheat, you’re dead!”
Manyue instantly snapped back and shouted anxiously.
Because she saw the fierce ghost raise its hand, reaching for the card pile.
The young man widened his eyes, steadying his mind under the intense pain.
He gritted his teeth, quickly reached out, and grabbed the poker cards haphazardly.
His blood-covered hand grabbed the poker together.
He shook his head, endured the intense pain, and quickly shuffled.
But due to the pain, his shuffling hand trembled, his entire body trembling.
Blood sprayed like a fountain.
Manyue watched this scene, her expression anxious.
“Must think of a way.”
The opponent was just an ordinary person; such heavy bleeding would definitely kill.
Watching the young man who had messed up shuffling twice already, Manyue quickly shouted, “Shuffling isn’t the most important, cheating is.”
The young man’s veins bulged, “I know!”
Poker flew, the young man quickly dealt the cards.
Then he tightly clutched his bleeding arm, trying to stop the blood.
But it was useless.
“Am I going to die here?”
“Die in this kind of gamble?”
He never imagined that one day he would die like this, and on a gamble no less.
Die on a gamble he had never lost!
Gambling with people, losing money but the person lives, still a chance to come back.
But gambling life with a ghost?
The young man regretted immensely now; if he knew it would end like this, he would have quit gambling and gone back to the Northeast!
His mind grew increasingly foggy, the intense pain from the severed arm gradually numbing.
The world before the young man’s eyes started to double.
In his mind, he involuntarily recalled his first time touching gambling, winning money by luck, then eating a full meal.
Back then, he was so satisfied.
Then he recalled sinking into gambling, losing everything, owing tens of thousands, unable to pay, getting beaten nearly to death.
At that time, his eyes were full of defiance and confusion.
Why, why were the opponent’s cards always just a bit bigger than his?
Why?
The scene changed; he saw when he realized why the opponent always beat him by a bit, that defiance and resentment in his eyes.
Then, fueled by that defiance, he self-taught cheating techniques, mastering them small-scale in three months, then dominating the casino.
Winning that person who beat him before completely clean.
So satisfying, hmm, that person’s eyes were truly despairing.
Manyue watched the young man sitting there, his figure starting to sway.
The ghost opposite had already flipped its cards.
Three aces.
The biggest leopard.
“What are you doing, flip your cards!”
Manyue saw the fierce ghost’s body starting to emit black qi; clearly, someone was about to trigger this ghost’s killing pattern.
The light in the young man’s eyes gradually dimmed.
Manyue kept shouting.
Suddenly, the young man’s eyes moved.
He forced a smile, then strained to look at Manyue, “Big Sister, you’re really pretty; originally I thought if I survived, I’d definitely chase you.”
“But now…”
The young man chuckled, his face extremely pale.
Manyue watched his state, wanting to say something but opening her mouth without knowing what.
The young man forced a smile; the world before him had inverted, everything shaking.
But he tremblingly reached out, slamming down on the poker cards.
From some unknown strength, the young man coughed twice, his face visibly flushing with color.
His eyes shone brightly, “Even if I die, I must win!”
The young man grabbed the poker and flipped it directly, blood staining the cards.
But though stained, the numbers on the poker were clearly visible.
2, 3, 5!
“I won!”
The young man stared deadly at the fierce ghost emitting black smoke.
The moment the young man flipped his cards, the black smoke on the fierce ghost instantly subsided.
The young man chuckled, his deathbed rally making Manyue utterly silent.
As a ghost controller, in the end, relying on an ordinary person to barely survive.
And now, this ordinary person was dying too.
The other coughed incessantly but laughed wildly.
But after laughing just a bit, his flushed face instantly paled.
His entire spirit plummeted in that moment.
The young man instantly went limp, leaning on the chair.
The world before him went black intermittently.
“Fuck your mother, I… don’t even have a girlfriend yet, and I’m dying…”
The young man murmured curses.
Manyue lowered her eyes; it was over.
How could a person win gambling against a ghost?
But suddenly, changes appeared on the table.
The fierce ghost’s arm was abruptly pushed over.
Manyue seemed to think of something, instantly excited, shouting loudly, “Quick, attach that ghost’s arm to your severed arm!”
No choice, treat a dead horse as alive; whether it works depends on the young man’s luck.
Upon hearing, the young man abruptly widened his eyes; without hesitation, he tremblingly reached out, arduously grabbing the pushed-over arm.
His whole body had little strength, unable to lift the arm.
He simply sprawled on the table, forcefully pulling the arm toward his severed stump.
Blood flowed everywhere, onto the table.
Hope, a sliver of hope, even if not, worth trying!
The arm inched closer to the young man’s bleeding stump.
Bit by bit.
Manyue watched anxiously, wishing she could attach it herself.
But she had no way; the fierce ghost suppressed and dismembered her, unable to move, able to communicate was a miracle.
Watching that withered, yin-cold arm slowly approach the young man’s stump.
Manyue’s heart rose to her throat.
She was truly afraid he would die on the table before attaching the arm.
But fortunately, her worry was unnecessary.
The arm inched forward, and with the last bit of distance remaining, the young man used his final strength to directly make the stump contact the arm’s break.
“Success…”
“But… seems like it doesn’t do anything.”
The young man slowly closed his eyes; he didn’t want to open them again, too tired.
He just wanted to sleep well now, sleep forever, think nothing, do nothing.
Just keep sleeping like that.
“Not working?”
Manyue’s originally expectant expression faded as the young man lay motionless on the table.
The fierce ghost opposite reached out, gouged out its own eyes, and placed them on the table.
Black blood flowed from the fierce ghost’s eye sockets.
Sizzle~!
The young man’s eyes were eerily gouged out, appearing on the table.
Blood slowly flowed; the young man had little blood left in his body.
The young man died.
Even with eyes gouged, the young man showed no movement.
Undoubtedly, the young man was dead.
Manyue was utterly desperate.
After struggling so long, was the outcome still this?
The fierce ghost reached out toward the cards.
The end was set.
Manyue closed her eyes, no longer watching the ghost gamble against the corpse.
She knew this ghost wouldn’t end the gamble until it won everything from the young man.
Once the young man lost everything, it would be her turn as the cripple.
The result would be the same.
Without hands or feet, she couldn’t even flip cards, just watch herself keep losing.
Suddenly.
Just as the fierce ghost was about to touch the poker cards.
A withered hand snatched the poker cards first.
Manyue heard the sound, slightly stunned, hesitated, then opened her eyes.
Then, she incredulously watched the scene before her.
She saw a young man, eyes tightly closed, blood flowing from his eyes, a withered arm single-handedly shuffling the cards.
Then quickly dealing.
“Big Sister, I feel very strange now.”
“No pain, body very cold, the arm…”
“How to say, the arm isn’t my own, but it handles just as smoothly, and I feel like I’ve gained some abilities.”
The young man couldn’t see, relying on memory to look toward Manyue’s position.
Manyue heard this, certain in her heart that he had become a ghost controller.
She had bet correctly!
