The Modern Age of the Mysterious

In this hand, Sean had a good hand and called with two souls.

Five river cards turned up, and all three of them called to the end of the game, but they didn't bet too many chips before.

In the game just now, Sean has been observing Henry and Jock, and his poker skills have grown a lot in a short period of time - he feels that he has almost grasped Henry's knack for reading opponents and situations.

At this moment, in his eyes, the card is no longer a card, but a probability.

Opponents are not just emotional and physical reactions, but style, inertia and disguise...

He felt that he seemed to be enlightened and understood some of the functions of a "gambler".

"This is the ability bestowed by the divine root, and the observational power of my own function..." Sean thought, "Under pressure, I can comprehend the basic functions of other professions at a faster speed..."

Judging from the situation on the field, Henry has a better chance of winning this round. It's not the time to take the risk, though.

The last raise in this game, if Henry plays steadily, he will definitely win all the chips in this game.

However, Henry began to speak, and his voice seemed to tremble very slightly: "Jock. In this game, I will use all my chips to bet on yours."

Sean and Catherine suddenly turned to look at Henry.

Qiao Ke raised his eyebrows, the wrinkles on his forehead were slightly deformed by the bullet holes. He put his cards back on the table, leaned back on the chair, and took out a pendant strung with a silver chain from his purple coat pocket.

Dangling in the air, it was two tawny dice that were worn together.

"Henry!" Sean shouted sharply, "What are you doing?!"

Henry stared at the yellow-brown dice pendant swaying in the air, as if hypnotized by it: "Xiao, you don't know what that is..."

Behind him, in the presence of watching the game from a distance, Frank wearing round sunglasses spoke: "It's a dice made from the molars of a certain martyr saint.

"The person who wears it can get better luck in gambling.

"It is said that it is the only treasure in this world that can improve luck."

Catherine looked at the pendant in disbelief - she never knew that there was a mysterious legacy that could make luck better.

Luck is the most uncertain thing in the world.

It is a revealed part of destiny. Amplifying its utility can even lead to the birth of a **** or the fall of a nation.

And fate is something as elusive and unknowable as the universe itself.

If the effect of "Molar Dice" is real, and the negative effects are not too terrifying, then it is definitely an A-level mysterious heritage, and it is a priceless treasure that can make high-level explorers risk their lives to flock to it.

"No wonder..." Sean murmured. He had a vague idea of ​​what was happening to those gang members.

"This thing can improve your luck, so how can we beat you in gambling?" Sean frowned and asked Jock coldly.

Frank replied: "No, Shaw. Jock doesn't wear it, only wearing it can it be effective. He wants the feeling of gambling, not the effect of props..."

Jock smashed his mouth: "Want to bet on my pendant..." He squinted his eyes with a vicious expression: "I cherish my pendant very, very much, so if you want me to bet on it, except for chips , you have to bet on the things you cherish most..."

"I know the rules..." Henry's heartbeat became extremely fast, "I bet on my eyes."

The dealer was silent for a while, as if analyzing Henry's mortgage, and said, "It's worth four chips."

Katherine clenched her fists behind Sean: "Sean, we were deceived by him! He responded to your recruitment order from the very beginning, so that someone could bring him to Undercurrent Street to participate in this gambling!"

Sean let out a breath and nodded helplessly.

He knew it was like this, but they couldn't stop it.

"Not enough," Jock held the toothpick in his hand, "not enough, not enough!"

"Okay, I'm betting on my heart! Add my heart!" Henry's neck turned red and almost turned into a shout. As if the unique A-level mysterious heritage was about to fall into his hands, "In addition, there is my soul!"

Sean knew that Henry's cards must be very good, so he dared to take such a big risk.

Jock seemed stunned, and said in a low voice, "Dedicate your heart and soul?

"However, if you lose, you will die in this tavern, and your soul will become my bargaining chip - even so, are you willing?"

"Henry!" Sean suddenly patted the table. Facing the betrayal of his teammates, he could not wait to take out the M1920 and directly kill the gambler above him. But if he did, he wouldn't be able to live either.

At this moment, Henry couldn't hear the sounds around him at all, his eyes glowed, and he nodded ruthlessly.

The iron-faced dealer's voice had no emotion: "The heart and soul of the explorer are worth twenty chips."

"This gentleman bet a total of one hundred and fifty chips."

Jock's face became serious, and his eyes that had been listless widened.

The gambler seemed to be lost in thought and hesitation.

After a while, he slowly exhaled: "Call."

He put the molar dice in an empty cup next to him: "Let's play the cards."

Henry turned over his cards excitedly, and he had two kings in his hand.

On the river there is a king and two queens.

Three kings with a pair of queens.

It is indeed a good card worth pouring all into!

After seeing Henry's card, Jock's face froze, his expression a little grim: "I thought you wanted to cheat me... After all, there are already so many chips on the table."

Henry clenched his fists and almost screamed.

Jock turned over his hand, two queens.

Combined with the two queens on the river, it is four queens.

It's bigger than Henry's card.

"I'm sorry." Jock slumped back in his chair, "It seems that I won..."

Henry kept his hands clenched into fists, his posture and expression seemed to freeze.

He would never have thought that when he had such a good card, he would encounter an enemy card.

"You cheated!" Without thinking, he pointed at Jock and roared, "You used the power of dice!"

The bartender who had been holding his arms behind the bar interrupted Henry's shout: "Jock didn't wear it~www.NovelMTL.com~ Also, he promised me not to use the power of dice in the tavern. He didn't cheat, It's fate!"

Henry stood there, his accusing hand hanging down weakly, and then he began to tremble, his mask turned towards Sean: "Xiao, help me! Help me!"

Sean's elbow rested on the table, he stared straight ahead, speechless.

The iron-faced dealer said slowly: "Now is the time to cash out the bet."

Henry almost threw himself on the gaming table, shouting a word.

This sentence is somewhat familiar to Sean - the only tough guy who could speak in the organ theft case, his last words are also this sentence:

"give me one more chance!

"One more...give me another chance!"

In the hysterical shouting, Henry's eyes seemed to be gouged out by invisible claws. The **** eyeballs drifted in Jock's direction.

The poker man's cry turned into a scream.

His chest was not opened, but his heart floated out of his chest, beating in the air...

"You can't live without your heart." Jock sighed with satisfaction.

Henry's body twitched in reality, and then collapsed to the ground.

Jock snapped his fingers in the air, and Henry's blue explorer soul, which was much richer than ordinary people, was dragged out of his body and wailed in the air.

Although he was a betrayal, Sean and Catherine still felt a strong discomfort. In Henry's wailing, the two bowed their heads, their expressions were heavy, and they didn't say a word.

Henry's eyes, heart and soul turned into more than a dozen chips and landed on the stack in front of Jock.

The gambler seemed accustomed to this, just using a toothpick to shave his teeth that seemed to be full of flesh.