Chapter 108: Death Ga!
“Bet your life?
Do you want to fight in the dark and sign a life and death contract? ”
“No, of course not. Boss, I can guarantee that you’ve never seen it before.”
The old Daoist priest’s interest was piqued. He had spent half his life wandering the martial world and could be considered a master of the martial world. Although he was dressed in a Daoist robe and was also from a Daoist family that had been passed down from generation to generation, he had seen all kinds of unorthodox things in his generation.
If you haven’t eaten pork, haven’t you seen a pig run?
“Hehe, why don’t you tell ? I don’t believe that I’ve never seen it before.”
The old Daoist priest lifted his Daoist robe sagely.
“Just to be clear, we will start with 50,000.” The man looked at the old man. “You don’t have to worry about swindling your money. Our business is very big, and we’re just here to draw water, so whether you win or lose, our platform will definitely earn.”
The old Daoist priest snorted. It was obvious that he was unwilling to fork out the money.
He had cheated and swindled many people before. Naturally, he did not want to be pecked by a sparrow at his age. Furthermore, he was very interested in his money bag.
“I’m interested,” Zhou Ze suddenly said.
Yes.
He was interested.
Be it the old woman from last night,
He was still the good cop who had been sent to hell.
They all used the word “gambling with their lives” to describe themselves or face to face.
Zhou Ze really wanted to see what kind of ga gambling was.
Over here, there were already five or six dead souls who had entered hell because of ‘gambling with their lives’.
This…
What kind of ga is this?
The man glanced at the sickly Zhou Ze.
His disdain was obvious.
He was quite handso.
But it was obvious that he was a bookstore attendant.
Are you interested?
Hehe.
Do you have money?
He did not say it explicitly.
However, his expression and eyes were very clear.
You are just a poor girl.
I’ve seen countless people, how can I be wrong?
Zhou Ze licked his lips.
She wanted to laugh to ease the awkwardness.
Suddenly, he felt that it might be awkward to laugh with Bai Yingying and the old Daoist priest present.
However, she did not know if she should laugh or not.
Actually, it was even more awkward…
Then…
So angry.
I really want to send you to hell.
How dare you embarrass !
When the old Daoist priest saw that sothing was wrong with his boss’s expression, his heart skipped a beat.
As a veteran who had served two “ghost bosses” before, he had a lot of experience slapping ghosts!
…
He slamd the table.
He directly said:
“Damn it, it’s only 50,000 yuan. It’s just sprinkling water. It’s a problem.
Don’t look down on . I’ll transfer the money to you. I’m not afraid that you’ll fool .
How dare you fool my people!
I have a way to send him to hell! ”
The old Daoist priest smiled and revealed his white teeth.
“Fine, if you want to go to hell, go to hell.” The man took out his phone. “I’ll help you open an account first, and you can pay for it.”
The man did not think that there was anything wrong with threatening to go to hell. He believed that the old Daoist was talking about a gangster’s incision, aning that if he dared to trick him, he would have soone kill him.
The man would never have imagined that
In this bookstore,
Help others to hell.
This was the real revenue-generating project.
“Open two household registers. I’ll transfer you 100,000.”
The old Daoist priest did not hesitate to transfer the money. Then, he went up to Zhou Ze and cheekily invited the boss to watch this life gambling ga.
He was not afraid that this guy would go back on his word.
As the saying goes,
The King of Hell was easy to deal with.
Of course, he could not say that to the boss, or he would not even know how he died.
Unfortunately, the old Daoist priest did not know that in the past two days, he had volunteered to help Zhou Ze rub his back, send him an electric wheelchair, and play with mud. He had been on the brink of death several tis.
“Where did you get so much money?”
Zhou Ze asked.
“It has been replayed. There were many gifts yesterday,” the old Daoist explained.
There was sothing wrong with this world.
There was really a problem!
Even soone as calm and steady as Doctor Zhou could not help but sink into deep thought.
His neighbor, Xu Qinglang, was very rich.
Her maid was very rich.
His wife was very rich.
Alright.
The old Daoist priest that he had taken in could easily take out 100,000!
Looking at himself, he was still a loser.
The man was very happy that he had invited two more custors. He imdiately aid the notebook at them and began to explain in detail and play the ga. At the sa ti, he said,
“Don’t worry, this ga is definitely exciting. This is a high-end ga that truly belongs to the rich. Because in this ga, it allows you to gamble people’s lives and determine their life and death.
How was it?
Do you feel like a ghost? ”
The man thought he was joking.
The old Daoist priest’s lips twitched.
“Haha.” Zhou Ze laughed.
…
“Boss, we really should have brought Bai Yingying. It’ll be easier for her to serve you.”
The old Daoist priest was very self-aware this ti. He allowed Zhou Ze to walk forward with his walking stick and did not foolishly volunteer to let Zhou Ze onto his back.
“There’s no one watching the bookstore now that she’s here,” Zhou Ze replied.
“Ah, isn’t there Miss Tang?”
“She’s looking after the store?”
Zhou Ze looked at the old Daoist priest.
The old Daoist priest looked at Zhou Ze.
Both of them shook their heads silently.
Alright.
No more talking.
Everything was unspoken.
Imagine the scene of Tang Shi looking after the store alone.
He reckoned that if he t a bad-tempered custor who ca in shouting for coffee or books, he would hurry up.
A fountain pen might fly over imdiately and stab soone into honeycomb coal.
“Boss, be careful. It’s a little shaky.”
Zhou Ze leaned on his walking stick and looked around.
This was a location in Tongcheng City. It was not very remote, but it was quite far from the city center. Furthermore, it was located in the old part of the city. There were several small clinics and hotels here.
Of course, these small hospitals did not look very proper.
There were not many people walking down the street. If one had a sensitive nose, they could sll so disinfectant. In any case, this place gave off an uncomfortable feeling.
“The address is here, right?” Zhou Ze asked.
“Yes, it should be here.”
The two walked into the alley. It was a different world inside the alley. There were many doors, and Zhou Ze and the old Taoist knocked on a door with a number 203.
Soon, a middle-aged man opened the door. He had a cigarette in his mouth as he studied Zhou Ze and the old Daoist.
“Show the account number,” the middle-aged man said.
“Here.” The old Daoist handed the phone to him.
The other party checked and nodded. He smiled and said, “You guys have already placed your bets. You didn’t even look at it before placing your bets?”
“That’s why I’m here,” the old Daoist explained.
“Alright, co in.”
The middle-aged man moved aside and coughed. He spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground and wiped his snot with the back of his hand.
Zhou Ze and the old Daoist priest walked in. It was a little cramped inside, and there was a spring bed. There were many instrunts beside the bed. It looked like the ICU in the hospital. Of course, it was much simpler than the ICU.
At the sa ti, there were two caras placed at the corner of the room. They could monitor the corners of the room from all angles.
An old man lay there. He was very thin, like a mummy lying under a pyramid. Even his skin had turned dark brown.
A bed.
An old man.
It was a clear example of what it ant to be exhausted.
There was half a bowl of porridge on the bedside table.
The old man squinted his eyes and opened them from ti to ti. However, he did not mind Zhou Ze and the old Daoist priest entering. He seed to be used to it. There should be many people coming in to see him like this.
Co and see him.
When will I die?
He was the bet of many people.
Many people were already betting online on how long this old man could live.
One month? Two months? Three months?
The payout rates were different every once in a while. It was like playing football.
At the sa ti, during this period of ti, the old man would not be allowed to receive any treatnt. The equipnt here was only used to monitor the old man’s physical condition. After it was made into a data sheet, it would be uploaded to the platform every day to be examined and analyzed by the person who placed the bet.
At the sa ti, the person who placed the bet had the authority to check on the old man.
After all, the knowledge gained from paper was limited, and it was important to know this.
Was it ridiculous?
No.
It was not ridiculous.
The old man was looking at the clock.
There was an electronic clock on the wall that he could see when he opened his eyes. It showed the date and ti.
On him.
Zhou Ze saw a hint of the old woman’s expression from last night.
“Boss, what kind of illness is this?” The old Daoist knew that Zhou Ze used to be a doctor, so he should be very accurate.
“Cancer. Late stage,” Zhou Ze replied.
“Oh, terminal illness.”
“It’s a terminal illness, but if it’s treated properly, it can actually extend one’s life. At the very least, it can reduce so pain.”
Obviously, the old man would not receive any treatnt because it was written on the platform’s rules that once he received any treatnt, it would be a breach of contract.
“Are you guys ready?”
The man walked over with a bowl of instant noodles.
“Let’s go,” Zhou Ze said.
“Leave?” The old Daoist priest was confused.
How can I leave?
F*ck!
Save them!
He was really betting his life.
Let everyone watch him die!
“Why not? He knows why we’re here.” Zhou Ze pointed at the old man.
Obviously
The old man knew that he had been abandoned.
Moreover…
He understood why the old Daoist priest and the others ca to visit him every day.
Just like that old woman.
He knew it in his heart.
In fact,
They were also cooperating.
Just like the old woman, she had held on to that day of death. This was her obsession, and it caused her to die before she realized she was dead. She turned into a ghost and walked into the bookstore.
“This…”
The old Daoist still felt guilty, but he still followed the boss out.
He walked to the door.
The middle-aged man leaned against the wall and ate his instant noodles while shouting, “Hey, do you want to know inside information?”
“What insider news?” the old Daoist priest turned around and asked.
The middle-aged man rubbed his fingers.
The aning was clear. If he wanted to get insider information, he had to spend more money.
“You can raise the stakes. It’s not a loss.”
The man kindly reminded.
“Heh, who are you? Why should I believe you?” the old Daoist asked.
To him, the man was nothing more than a guard, a nurse.
“I bet too.”
The man took a sip of the broth and gestured toward the room.
Dao:
“He’s my father.”
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