The Modern Age of the Mysterious

Looking at Sean lying on the ground, the gambler Jock excitedly put on a boxing stance and threw his fists a few times, as if he had used his fists to deal with his opponent cleanly just now: "It feels good!"

Katherine's eyes were cold at this time. She realized that she couldn't get out of the undercurrent street, and her hand was on the pendant of the "God of Drama" on her chest - she was ready to fight to the death.

She gritted her teeth secretly: Even if she were to die, she would take Jock away.

Unaware of the approaching danger, Jock leaned over and began to wrap his arms around the chips in front of him, enjoying the mourning of the soul coming from the chips.

The gamblers who were watching began to disperse, and there were quite a few human gamblers who looked at Sean's body with expressions of sigh and loss.

Catherine, who was about to use the magic, suddenly found that Jock, who was leaning over the chips, stopped moving. A look of astonishment was evident on his face.

She also heard the sound and turned to look at Sean's body.

Sean's "corpse" slowly sat up and patted the ashes on his body.

Under the silent gaze of everyone, Sean, who had lost his heart, stood up with some effort and sat back to his seat.

"Xiao...Sean?" Catherine's eyes widened, "How, how..."

Sean touched his chest, took a breath, raised his hand, and signaled to talk later.

Jock slowly straightened up from his stack of chips, staring at Sean's chest with complete confusion and shock on his face.

He knew that the dealer had taken Sean's heart, but at this moment, something was still beating in Sean's chest.

"Damn, what is that? He has two hearts?!" This was beyond his understanding.

The enemy he had already defeated stood up again, which made him repeatedly show various emotions on his face... For the first time, his real emotions were revealed.

"Let's go on - **** doesn't seem to welcome me very much." Sean took a drink and drank it, unbuttoning the collar of his tie, as if planning to fight forever, "This time, I'll mortgage my soul."

Jock sat back in his seat with a livid face. He was desperately resisting his emotions that he hadn't seen in a long time: "It's useless for you to mortgage anything! You will still lose to me if you mortgage everything!"

This time, the iron-faced dealer was silent for a longer time. When weighing the value of Sean's soul, she seemed to be lost.

After an apparently too long silence, she said, "The soul of this explorer is worth nine hundred and ninety-nine chips."

The whole tavern let out an exclamation.

Even the oldest gambler has never heard of whose soul can exchange so many chips!

Weighing the value of the collateral is a ritual, and the dealer doesn't understand why Sean's soul has such value, she just reads the result given by the ritual.

"999?" Sean smiled palely, looking directly at his opponent's already shaken eyes, "It turns out that I have always had more chips than yours."

Sean has some doubts in his heart, this number is not the real value of "souls with divine roots".

999 pieces, just the upper limit of this exchange ceremony.

Although this is unfair to Sean, there is no other way.

Like a demon who came back from hell, he slapped the table suddenly, causing all the chips to jump: "Pay the cards!"

The game continues.

However, Catherine noticed that one thing had changed - Jock's expression.

The gambler at the moment couldn't understand what was happening in front of him, and he was shocked by Sean's return. There was a shake in his heart, and this shake made him no longer able to control his emotions perfectly.

What's more obvious is that Jock, who had been irritating Sean with all kinds of witty things before, just stared gloomily at Sean without saying a word.

After the two sides bet more than 100 chips, all the river cards appeared.

Sean suddenly stood up and pushed all the chips mortgaged through the soul into the pool: "All in!"

There was an uproar in the audience, and some evil spirits could not restrain their excitement and let out a low roar.

The bar behind the bar, and the old gentleman standing outside the bar, all straightened up at the moment—even they wanted to know what would happen next.

After seeing Sean's behavior, Jock suddenly stood up as if provoked. He was about to shout something, his expression twisted, his lips twitched for a while, and it seemed that he managed to control his emotions. And sneered: "Okay, are you fooling around in the gambling game?!

"You want to disturb my mood through this trick, and then let me lose this dice to you, right?!"

There were only more than 300 chips in front of Jock, and he could not bet equally.

Sean shook his head and said coldly, "I don't want that thing...

"I'm asking you to make an additional wager: First, return my heart and restore its function properly.

"Second, you block Finks outside the door for me to ensure that our party can safely leave the Undercurrent Street...

"On the premise of ensuring that we leave, you, Evil Spirit Jock, put down all resentments and obsessions, consciously dissipate from this world, and re-enter the spiritual ring."

"Finally... let the souls of Frank's wife and children return to their respective bodies - you're playing with him, I know.

"I have more chips than enough to ask for these bets?"

After hearing the last bet requested by Sean, the eyes behind the round sunglasses were first shocked, then slightly red, and then his vision became blurred...

"No matter what the outcome is, thank you, Sean..." The man whose body was still gradually decaying thought silently in his heart.

The bet that Sean put out was indeed astonishingly high.

However, among the reciprocal bets he asked for, he asked Jock to make his own decision, which was somewhat humiliating...

However, Jock seemed to have lost some of his sanity, and he laughed wildly: "Enough, of course!

"I'm Jock, but I'm not so proud of myself that I think my soul is expensive!

"It's just that you clearly have the advantage now, but the bet you asked for is too shallow and too cheap... What a pity!"

Jock's expression was distorted, his eyes fell in front of Sean, and the two cards in his back were facing up: "My God, Sean, what cards are you holding in your hand?!

"Are you delusional to win everything you lost with this hand?!

"You are a crazy gambler, a gambler even crazier than me!"

Jock mocked and yelled frantically.

Catherine, who is good at observing words and expressions, has found something unusual: before, before placing a bet, Jock didn't say so much nonsense - he seemed to be delaying time...

He is hesitating!

Although he also got a good hand, he was a little scared!

He was afraid of the current Sean and the cards in Sean's hands!

Jock's eyes were fixed on Sean, and the gambler leaned down, as if to push all the chips in front of him into the gambling pool...

He stared at the back of the mask of the unknown sea, those eyes that were clearly shining, but did not seem to have any emotion.

He's trying to read if Sean is bluffing...

However, this player who has grown up in the game just now is like a **** at the moment, without revealing any information!

Jock's movements were stagnant, he didn't push down his chips. After a moment, he straightened up, his expression in confusion.

Hidden in the depths of his soul, some memories that seemed like a lifetime were awakened, causing him to fall into a huge hesitation.

If it was placed on the self before his death, he would definitely call... But after experiencing those things, he realized that he should turn the boat in time before the biggest storm came...

Suddenly, the gambler didn't plan to call.

Before Jock gave up, Sean said, "What's the matter... what's the matter? Daisy Richie's ex-husband, Mr. Peter Richie! Are you afraid? Are you afraid of losing to me?"

The gambler's calm eyes were restored, like a ghost suddenly pulled into the sun, like a boat suddenly hit by a storm...

Immediately fell into extreme panic and confusion!

Sean's hands were in the pockets of his windbreaker, and the thick fog in the unknown sea was churning, as if a storm was coming: "You lost the life-threatening game in your life~www.NovelMTL.com~ caused your head Got a shot..." Sean nodded his forehead, at the same position, the deep bullet hole in Jock's forehead...

"Indignant you didn't enter the circle of the spirit ring, your soul, stagnated in this rotten, dirty street. You changed your name and played this stupid game with people in this smelly tavern forever , to prove that you really are the best poker player in the world, to prove that you can't lose the gamble...

"So, now, in this overly high stakes game, it reminds you of that fiasco again and makes you dare not call again, doesn't it?

"Mr. Peter Ritchie?"

Sean's voice was low and steady...

In Jock's ears, Sean's voice was full of ridicule and disdain.

The strongest player stood there for a few seconds, and then began to roar wildly. He seemed to be completely irritated, and his image became extremely ferocious and terrifying. Before, he was more like an evil spirit at this moment!

"Jock", that is, Peter Ritchie, pushed all the chips into the pool, and the roar has become inhuman: "I bet! I bet!

"I won't lose to you! You bug!

"I want to win back everything you have, and make you suffer forever..."

Jock's skin and fingers became rotten, like a long-decomposed corpse. In the eye sockets, it turned completely black, and the air around him seemed to be polluted and full of impurities.

At this moment, Jock is like the most terrifying resentful spirit, pointed at Sean fiercely, and said the most vicious curse...

"Then," Sean nodded slightly amid a storm of resentment. "Open the cards, Mr. Gambler."