The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Sean stopped his hand playing chips, and the expressions of Moonlight and Catherine behind him became a little ugly.

The disc glasses stretched out a hand: "You can call me Frank."

Sean shook his hand, stiff and cold, it didn't even look like a living hand: "Xiao."

"Frank, I'm curious." Sean asked, "What attracted you to such a gamble?"

"Xiao, I said just now that people who come here must have their own stories." Frank sighed, and he found three chips from the many chips in front of him.

He carefully placed the first one: "This is my wife, her name is Tiffany. She is a smiling and charming woman."

Then the second one: "This is my eldest son, Rick. He loves reading, and I think he's a little genius."

Then put down the third one: "This is my youngest son, Max. The little guy has a lot of experience and likes to play pranks..."

Sean under the mask is already full of shock - using the soul of his family as a bargaining chip? What's the matter with this man?

After the cards were dealt, Frank coughed softly: "We'll talk about it later."

If it was the former Sean who knew that he was gambling with the soul of a person, and that there was a player next to him who had his family in the chips, he would not be able to concentrate on the game no matter what.

However, when the cards were dealt to him, his mind became calm and clear-his soul has grown very strong, and his nerves are much stronger than ordinary people.

In the fourth game, Sean and Frank split the chips at the table.

Frank continued: "I had a troublesome character before. He took revenge on me and made my family lose their souls.

"I looked for a lot of people and tried a lot of methods, but I couldn't get them back.

"Later, I had a dream and learned that the souls of my family members have been reduced to the undercurrent, so I figured out a way to come here...

"It took me a long time, little by little, to win them all back--

"However, if you want to get their souls back into the body, the usual method won't work, I have to earn enough souls, and some existence here will help me.

"I'm still looking forward to the day I meet them again." Frank shrugged his eyebrows on his disc glasses, and there was a bitter smile at the corner of his mouth.

Sean couldn't tell his age, but the years left deep marks on his face.

"Then you'd better leave the table." Whether Frank's story is true or not, Sean must win enough chips.

Frank smiled: "Are you really that good? I just want to see..."

On the opposite side, Toad, who was a little impatient to lose, roared in dissatisfaction, his voice sounded like methane gas rising from the bottom of the swamp: "Shut up...shut up!"

Sean's eyes suddenly became dangerous, and a sharp rusty blade appeared on his left and right shoulders: "It's you who should shut up."

The evil spirit was shocked by Sean's aura, but his face twitched, and he muttered something he didn't dare to say back.

The iron-faced dealer stopped what he was doing and observed whether Sean and another guest would have a conflict. After finding that both parties had calmed down, she continued to shuffle the cards.

Sitting behind Sean, Catherine felt inexplicably relieved—she still remembered Sean who was lost in the spirit world of the Central Avenue... On the other hand, at this time, he was already a powerful explorer.

After a few rounds, Sean successfully harvested all the chips of the Dustman - he cried out from the dust, covered with severe burn marks, and disappeared when he floated in the air.

Although there are times when Sean has to lose chips, he can control his losses very well: "When the wind is against the wind, try to lose as little as possible, and when the wind is down, try to win as much as possible. However, there are enemy cards every day, so don't believe in evil."

"It's that simple to play Texas."

Listening to Sean's whisper, Moonlight, who has poor card skills, couldn't help but have an illusion - he felt that this game seemed to be really easy under Sean's hands!

Then, Toad also lost all his chips. He angrily smashed the gaming table, but he was soon "invited" out by the evil spirit in the tavern covered in thorns and chains. With that bartender there, it seems that no evil spirit dares to make trouble in the tavern.

Then, only Sean, Frank and Skeleton were left on the table.

The remaining evil spirit is not superior in card skills, but he has more chips and plays more cautiously.

An hour later, Sean and Frank were like two sharks, eating up the broiler, the skeleton.

In real life, the evil spirits who can easily harvest human life are just the prey of two human beings in the gambling game at the moment.

In the end, Sean and Frank were left looking at each other. Normally, Texas is a winner-take-all game, but it's okay to quit halfway through.

Frank stared at Sean, as if thinking about whether to start a duel.

Sean sat immobile, and the misty mask of the unknown sea made him look extraordinarily profound and mysterious.

Frank could see Sean's eyes under the mask.

After a while, Frank raised his hands and said with a smile, "My God - it feels like I'm facing off against a god...

"There are not many people who can always win in the Brimstone Tavern, and I'm lucky to be one of them.

"Because I have an advantage. When I meet a shark stronger than me, I will take the initiative to admit it—Xiao, you are stronger than me, I won't play with you anymore..."

"This is also my expectation." Sean nodded.

He stood up, and only then did the three of Sean see his lower body.

Frank's stomach was open, and he could see the internal organs. There was obviously something missing in his abdomen, and some of the internal organs had been slightly rotted - this is why Sean smelled that smell...

Frank smiled apologetically: "This is a profound lesson, a 'memorial' left for me..."

"How did you do this?" Sean asked with narrowed eyes.

Frank lowered his voice: "Xiao, there is still a bet here, and you have enough chips in your hand to join.

"In that game~www.NovelMTL.com~ if you win, you can get unexpected treasures...

"However, your opponent is probably the strongest player in this world, including the human world and the depths of the world.

"Yes. I lost. I once lost until I had only three chips left, and I paid some... what was in my stomach to get myself out of that game.

"Believe me, this is already a great luck.

"So, every time I come to play poker, I have to pay some chips so that I can continue to support...

"It made my journey to fulfill my wish difficult, but, what can I do?" Frank shrugged.

Sean clenched a chip in his hand: "Frank, what do you mean, there is a game where players' organs can be mortgaged as chips?"

Frank nodded: "Yes, in that gambling game, the player can mortgage organs, souls... everything he has.

"And the person who played against that legendary player will suffer a painful lesson no matter what."

Sean spoke faster: "How can I join that gamble?"

At this time, Sean already had more than a hundred soul chips in front of him—he knew what he was capable of, so he was not afraid of failure.

Frank hesitated: "Xiao, I'm not sure if I should tell you..."

"Go ahead." Sean nodded.

"Okay..." Frank took a few steps closer, "You take the chips, go to the bar, and ask the bartender for a drink.

"You said, you want a glass of Gambler Jock's private wine.

"Drink that glass of green spirits, and you'll be able to sit opposite Gambler Jock."

"Gambler Jock"? The three of Sean looked at each other... One of the five sinkers of Undercurrent Street?