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"You have no understanding of my astounding wisdom. The Daoist before you today is no longer the sa as before, yet you have beco nothing more than a laughable ant."

The cold voice echoed through the street. Yi Chen’s mouth widened as he hooked his little finger around the chain and yanked, causing the massive figure of the ghoul to fly towards him like a toy, and then a large hand suddenly appeared above its head, pressing it to the ground.

"Scum, why are you so weak!"

"You scared , do you know that?

Do you know what I’ve been through this year?

Do you know how hard I’ve worked?

Scum, you all scared !"

"Is Yin Manor just a shelter for rubbish like you? Bastards!"

"Tell everything you know about this place, and I can give you a swift end, how about that!" Yi Chen roared ferociously.

When he had pinned down the ghoul with the green face and sharp fangs, his mory extraction ability had already been activated, but sadly it failed. The ghoul’s mory was sealed by a strange power, and not a single piece of information could be obtained.

"Forget it, you don’t understand what this place is, you can’t get out. You will never escape His gaze, not even the strongest son of Yin Manor can."

"Everyone will eventually sink, be consud by Him, and you will join us and beco one of us, a monster! Ha-ha!"

"If you’re capable of completely killing , then I truly owe you my thanks." Faced with Yi Chen’s threats, the ghoul retorted with sharp sarcasm, showing a maddened expression and repeatedly trying to struggle to its feet.

Watching the ghoul whose behavior was as wild as a madman, a hint of surprise flashed in Yi Chen’s eyes. Even from the ghoul’s disjointed words, he could piece together so useful information.

For instance, the ghoul before him had once been targeted by Yin Manor and transford into what it was now, just like him.

Take for example that peculiar undying nature—when he had slain the old lon seller, he could clearly rember seeing the old man reappear in the courtyard, where he distinctly recalled a pile of blood-stained torture instrunts in the corner of the courtyard wall.

Moreover, the man proclaid himself an executioner, a title that seed quite intriguing.

"Fool, you think my power can’t help you break free." Yi Chen crouched down, staring into the blue eyes of the ghoul with the green face and sharp fangs, and stretched out a finger. A glint of lustrous Gold fla suddenly erged from it.

Without waiting for the ghoul’s response, the fla on his fingertip surged violently, engulfing the lower half of the ghoul’s body.

"Ah, not enough, not nearly enough! Ha-ha!"

"I’m waiting for you! The better you perform, the more He’ll be pleased. You’ll die sooner or later! @!#¥!"

The ghoul’s form was suppressed by Yi Chen, unable to move, lying in the street, alternating between agonized howls and maniacal laughter, sotis making nonsensical statents, until the Gold fla finally engulfed its head, and the sound disappeared on the street.

Among the ashes, a black crystal glead brilliantly.

After the ghoul’s death, the fog on the street dissipated, revealing a black stone temple at the end of the street.

With Yi Chen’s exceptional vision, the three characters ’Secret Gambling Hall’ on the stone plaque above the temple’s entrance could be seen clearly.

"Interesting."

Yi Chen picked up the black crystal from the ground, his eyes watching the distance with an indiscactable expression. He looked up at the sky, flashed a faint smile, and then walked briskly towards the distance.

....

….

Inside an ancient stone temple, in front of a vermilion long table.

A Daoist with narrow eyes, a lean fra, and long fingernails sat in a black wheelchair, his gaze coldly falling upon four items on the table before him.

"What is the aning of this?"

"My Secret Gambling Hall is a place where lives are gambled. Luck is also a part of strength. Do you not agree?"

In front of the Daoist, four boxes were laid out in a row.

Above in the great hall stood four young figures, weathered by the elents.

Two n and two won; among the male cultivators, one had a square face, the other was tall and thin. As for the female cultivators, one boasted a voluptuous figure, while the other was short, resembling a young girl.

Lin Zhongjian steadied his mind and rembered the intelligence he had previously acquired, taking a step forward and saying, "Hall Master, this is just a small token of my regard."

"Perhaps the Hall Master should take a look before we continue our discussion."

The first box was opened, inside were ten drops of Gold essence.

The second box was the sa.

The third and fourth boxes, to their surprise, contained treasures with spatial storage properties, filled with various black hearts and livers. At a glance, each box seed to contain no less than a thousand of each.

"Interesting, it looks like you ca prepared, and you even know my preferences," said the Hall Master.

"With these items, what do you wish to exchange for?"

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"We of course hope to win the next gamble, and we hope the Hall Master will oblige," Lin Zhongjian said in a deep voice.

At this mont, Lin Zhongjian was also filled with joy. They, the Four Swords of the Yue Middle, had by chance entered Yin Manor during a previous incident and since then had been plagued by nightmares. This was now their third ti experiencing it.

Those who are targeted by Yin Manor are the children of Yin Manor.

Fortunately, they all ca from distinguished families and used their family connections to gather much intelligence. In the previous two missions, they even t other children of Yin Manor and learned many of Yin Manor’s secrets, including the Secret Gambling Hall ntioned by one of the children from the last encounter.

The creatures within the bizarre Yin Manor didn’t kill on sight but operated under certain rules, allowing for a great deal of autonomy as long as one didn’t cross the red line.

Among them, so astute children of Yin Manor found loopholes and created situations advantageous to themselves.

Just like the Secret Gambling Hall, they had prepared many things for this venture into Yin Manor, ready for anything. Unexpectedly, they were lucky to encounter the Secret Gambling Hall ntioned in their intelligence.

"You’ve really put in the effort. Apart from the fourth seat, pick any seat you like. Soone will be arriving soon," said the goat-bearded Daoist with a greedy glint in his eye, scanning over the four items before suddenly speaking.

Upon hearing this, the four n’s faces lit up with joy, and they quickly took their seats.

The hall imdiately fell into silence, and after a short while, with a creak, the doors of the stone hall opened once again, and a robust Daoist walked in leisurely.

"Now that everyone is here, take your seats," he said.

"Let reiterate, the Secret Gambling Hall is a place to bet with your lives. Those who lose the gamble will lose their lives. Those who survive will each receive a piece of black crystal."

"The rules of the Secret Gambling Ga are very simple. I have a treasure called ’Sudden Rain, Clear Skies’ in my hand. When the chanism is triggered, there’s a one-in-five chance of activating this treasure, resulting in a bloody end. Did everyone understand?"

Yi Chen looked at the five red armchairs arranged in a circle in the main hall, and upon entering, he was montarily speechless.

This Yin Manor really knew how to play; the so-called Secret Gambling Ga sowhat resembled Russian roulette from his previous life.

"May I opt out of playing?" Yi Chen tentatively asked.

"What do you think? Entering my Secret Gambling Hall ans you must please by playing my ga."

"If you don’t play, you’ll die instantly! If you play, there might be a chance for survival. Will you play?" A wave of powerful malice rushed towards Yi Chen.

Yi Chen gave the five people in the hall an indifferent glance, feeling sothing was off. But, whatever... he could play along with them.

"There’s no other place left, you’re the last one. Take your seat at number four, the ga is starting!" the goat-bearded Daoist in the wheelchair said with a cold laugh.

Once Yi Chen took his seat, suddenly in front of the armchair at the round table, a protrusion appeared above chair number one, and a black box abruptly appeared.

Five odd tallic prongs extended from the box, flashing with a cold light, with a black trigger chanism at the back.

"Aim at your forehead, press the chanism; if soone dies, the ga is concluded!" he said.

"I am one of the few kind-hearted people around here, hehe."

The first person was a tall and thin man. Yi Chen looked at the four people beside him, his expression inscrutable.

Person number one, two, and three didn’t trigger the device, and soon it was Yi Chen’s turn to handle ’Sudden Rain, Clear Skies.’

The crowd watched Yi Chen, their faces showing a mocking look.

"My turn, huh!" Yi Chen slowly picked up ’Sudden Rain, Clear Skies’, aid at his forehead. Amidst the expectant looks, he suddenly spun it around and shot it towards Lin Zhongjian, who was sitting in the fifth position.

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