Chapter 8 (2/2)

Yi Xichen soon lost his spiritual stones and a crowd was forming around him. They wanted to see what he was going to do.

Yi Xichen shrugged and said to Zhangsun Zijun: ”Hey, do you have spirit stones? Give them to me.”

Zhangsun Zijun didn't need money and handed his waller over – the handing over of property to his wife was a basic quality of a gong.

The more he lost, the more the smile on Yi Xichen’s face grew brighter and the more Fang Youde's head was drenched in cold sweat.

Finally, Xi Xichen dropped the last spirit stone into the groove, and the gambling stopped and fell on the white s.p.a.ce. There were only two empty moneybags left. There were no more spirit stones left.

Fang Youde wiped the sweat on his face and smiled awkwardly: ”This s.h.i.+xiong, do you still want to play?”

”I don’t want play. But I found an interesting thing. Does Fang s.h.i.+xiong want to know what it is?” He said: “Does everyone here want to know?”

Fang Youde began staring at him again.

”The odds are as follows: the blue s.p.a.ce has a 1 in 5 chance while the red s.p.a.ce has a 1 in 10 chance. Isn't that right?”

Fang Youde straightened his neck and said, ”Yes, that’s right.”

”If this gambling wheel is legitimate, then every 20 turns it should land on the blue s.p.a.ce four times and on the red s.p.a.ce two times. It should land on the white s.p.a.ce 14 times. However, I was observing people play for one hour and played 166 games myself. There were 632 plays but only 64 landed on the blue s.p.a.ce and only six on the red. In other words, the probability of landing on blue is only 1 in 10 while the red is 1 in 100.” Yi Xichen smiled. ”Fang s.h.i.+xiong, one person losing is just bad luck. There were more than 100 people who played more than 600 times. All of them were unlucky. Is it because all of them had bad luck or is it because the odds are extremely favorable towards you?”

There was an uproar around them!

The talented wandering cultivator who had just gone away was now back. After listening to Yi Xichen’s remarks and making his way to the center of the crowd, he was extremely angry and shouted: ”I said that he was cheating! It's a fraud! Give my spirit stones back to me!”

A monk said: ”You really counted more than 600 plays? Isn't that your own invention?”

Yi Xichen lazily glanced at him: ”This Taoist monk and Fang s.h.i.+xiong are working together, right? Previously when the wandering cultivator questioned Fang s.h.i.+xiong, you also spoke up. Although you left often, you always returned. Six times when someone suspected foul play, you spoke up and shamed the other person.”

The monk’s face immediately turned bright red: ”You! You're spouting nonsense! I don’t know anybody here!”

Fang Youde also scowled: ”It seems that this little s.h.i.+xiong is determined to find fault? This is empty talk. You say you counted the plays but no one else was counting so you can just come up with whatever number you want to. Where is the evidence? I am a disciple of the Mysterious Spirit Sect.

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