C33 (1/2)

The house looked intangible, but the land I stood on was real.

There was a sound in the house. I followed the sound and saw that it resembled a gambling den.

There were many men kneeling on the floor in front of the casino. They all looked like men in Chinese clothing, some were servants, some were officials. They were all trembling like the leaves on a tree.

There was a woman kneeling beside the fragrant wood chair in the corner.

I was startled. Wasn't this the woman in the coffin?

Right now, he was kneeling on the ground, not saying a word. He looked very angry and extremely helpless.

”Your Majesty, chenqie pleads with you to spare Jian'er! This chenqie only has this one son, I'm begging you! ”

The woman spoke. Her voice was like a hundred spirits, yet it carried an obvious pleading tone as her head hit the ground loudly.

”You are the crown prince, if you don't focus on your studies, what would be the consequences of gambling here? The Grand Preceptor's daughter had also lost her life. ”Since you like gambling so much, I'll give you a chance.”

The one who spoke was a man wearing a dragon robe and his voice was loud like a bell. It sounded both powerful and chaotic. His hands were behind his back, his back was to me, but I could feel the anger in his eyes.

The emperor reprimanded a young man at the corner of the table.

The young man on his knees had his head down, and I couldn't see his face.

”Father, I was wrong. I don't dare to do it again. Please let me go this time.” The young man kowtowed and begged the emperor to detour. He looked extremely pitiful and helpless as he trembled. It was evident that he was very afraid of the Royal Father that he spoke of.

The girl called Leng Yanqian also knelt on the ground. Her eyes were full of disappointment and resentment, but she couldn't hide her anxiety as a mother begging for mercy for her son.

”Mother, please bring me to say some good words to royal father. Please forgive me this time.”

Mother? So the Jian she spoke of was her son.

Jian'er? Isn't that Liu Zhuang's eldest son? Legend has it that this Liu Jian's mother was unknown, and he passed away young. There were no children left behind.

Could the one kneeling on the ground be Liu Jian? And the one with her back facing me and her hair standing on end, is Liu Zhuang?

I burst through the empty air with my doubts. The scene gradually faded and became more and more blurry.

”Take my punishment for me …”

The young man suddenly looked up and smiled at me. I couldn't see his face.

Suddenly, Liu Jian disappeared. My body felt a chill, as if a soul had rushed into my body.

Then a coffin was brought in. The cold rose from the bottom of his feet. I was sucked into my body by that breath, choking on my breath. The cold Qi of the huge black coffin rushed over.

”I told you to gamble your life and death, but since you haven't made any progress, I'll leave you up for the heavens to decide.” The one who spoke to me was Liu Zhuang.

His face was solemn and filled with righteousness. In the midst of the scattered images, I was able to see his appearance clearly. Solemnly and solemnly, it made me tremble all over.

Bang...

The door was forcibly shut, letting out a dull sound.

Before closing the door, I could clearly see that Leng Yanqian was calling out to me. His feelings were deep and his intentions heavy. I was at a loss for words. I could only blankly watch as she had a sorrowful and anxious expression on her face as she tried to pull me away from here.

”Jian-er! My Jian! ”No!” The woman ran to the door.

Too late... The door was closed.

My heart tightened and I wiped away my tears. He looked around.

This restaurant had become real again. It was as if the ethereal scene had never happened.

Now it's just me and this coffin.

F * ck! Where is this place?

And that Liu Jian from before? Did it really fly into my body? What is his relationship with me? That woman clearly called me Jian'er just now. What is my relationship with her?

Suddenly, just as I was deep in my thoughts, the coffin moved.

My vigilant heartbeat quickened, and Lima ducked behind the pillar.

Only then did I remember what Liu Zhuang said about the ”gold stall”.

I know that.

Every generation had their own ”gold gambling stalls”, the biggest of which was the silver stalls. Some people even became rich because of this.

A few people made a bet and then found someone to compensate the dead man for the night.

Next to the coffin was a white cat and a white flag.

The black cat was psychic. It would awaken the dead, and at the same time, it would awaken the hatred and grievance of the dead. More people will die when the time comes. Therefore, it could only be a white cat.