Infinite Throne

Meng Ziyou then realized that both dice were made of his own hand bones. He grabbed them too quickly and didn't have time to ask Lin Qi for clarification.

If he had known earlier, could he have thought of another way? Things had already come to this point, and there was no turning back.

"I've lost everything, I'm going home now." Meng Ziyou tried to smile.

"Want to leave?" The dealer directly removed Meng Ziyou's chin.

"Search for me." The dealer looked at the two strong bodyguards in the casino.

"Yes." The two burly men held Meng Ziyou on the left and right, punched him twice, and then searched his clothes inch by inch.

"Sir, no." The two bodyguards knew how much the dealer treasured the dice, and put it on the bedside when they slept at night.

"Bring a knife." The dealer thought of a possibility and frowned.

"You are breaking the law, you can't detain me..." Meng Ziyou tried to struggle, and the fist as big as a casserole came over, breaking his nose bridge and bleeding from his nose.

When the dealer spoke, the whole casino fell silent. His status was special, and no one wanted to offend him.

"Are you talking about breaking the law here?" The dealer laughed in anger and signaled his subordinates to take Meng Ziyou to the basement.

"Everyone, continue. I'll go take care of my personal business." The dealer said goodbye politely, his posture still gentle and elegant.

Meng Ziyou had been picked up and taken away by the big man, like a chicken, without any resistance.

The bloody smell in the basement lingered all year round. Meng Ziyou couldn't help but tremble when he thought of his last experience.

"I can... I can return the dice to you..."

"I'll return it to you soon..."

"I'll take it myself." The dealer looked sinister and signaled his subordinates to hold Meng Ziyou down.

People can sometimes burst out with great power in desperate situations. In order to prevent accidents, Meng Ziyou's legs and neck were buckled with metal chains.

"No, no..."

"You can't do this-"

"Ah-"

The moment the sharp knife pierced, Meng Ziyou screamed.

The dealer obviously knew the structure of the human body very well, and the knife was accurate and steady, cutting directly down.

"Ahhhh——"

"Help..."

"I was wrong...I was wrong...I won't dare to do it again..."

"Please...ah..."

Blood splashed on the dealer's face, but he had no reaction. He just used tweezers to fiddle with Meng Ziyou's abdomen, looking for the lost bone dice.

Meng Ziyou's abdominal cavity was completely opened, without any anesthesia. The severe pain made him tremble, and he couldn't say a word even if he wanted to beg for mercy.

This was the closest time he was to death. Meng Ziyou regretted it more than ever before. He shouldn't have swallowed the dice into his stomach. He didn't expect the dealer to do such a crazy thing...

This was also a big gamble. If he won the bet, he could go back safely with the bone dice number one, and the only loss was his belongings. If he lost the bet, it would be like now, being disemboweled by the dealer, and he was in agony.

Meng Ziyou begged, hoping that the dealer would find the dice as soon as possible.

"You dirty my things."

The dealer's voice was cold. Even if he took out the bone dice from the blood and threw it into disinfectant, he still hated Meng Ziyou.

He usually didn't want others to touch the bone dice, let alone let the bone dice touch any dirty things. Meng Ziyou was just like a pile of garbage. The dealer was furious when he thought that the bone dice he cherished was swallowed by Meng Ziyou once.

The bone dice was taken out by the dealer again and washed many times.

"Abandoning your wife and children... What color is your heart?"

The dealer used a scalpel to cut open Meng Ziyou's chest. The heart was still beating and the color was normal.

"It's in good shape." The dealer put down the scalpel disappointedly.

Meng Ziyou was already unconscious and had abnormal pain perception. The cold scalpel cut open his chest, and the sound of the knife cutting through the skin made him feel like he was in purgatory.

Lin Yebai watched from the side. Now he is dice number two. In order to reduce the dealer's anger, dice number two was brought to the basement and kept in a color box.

There are two bone dices. Lin Yebai can control them at the same time or stay in one of the dice. When Meng Ziyou chose to eat dice number one, Lin Yebai went to the bone dice number two.

Meng Ziyou swallowed his own bones directly, which amazed Lin Yebai. Although the bone dice was carved and became very small, it was still part of the hand bone after all.

The dealer had a serious obsession with cleanliness. Even if the bone dice number one was cleaned, he didn't want to look at it any more.

"Sir, what should we do with him?"

"Let him live, saw off his right hand first." The dealer didn't want Meng Ziyou to die too quickly. He didn't like to deprive anyone of their life. When he first formulated the casino rules, his original intention was to hope that the guests could change for the better.

Meng Ziyou was obviously the kind of person who couldn't change for the better.

"No, no..." Meng Ziyou was almost losing consciousness. He vaguely heard the dealer wanting to cut off his right hand. He used all his strength and only uttered a few fragmented words.

"Forget it, let's cut off the left arm. I always feel that the left hand is more unique." The dealer no longer cared about Meng Ziyou's life or death, and the doctor began to give first aid.

Meng Ziyou was seriously injured and lost too much blood. When he was about to lose consciousness, his left arm was cut off. He howled again and his body began to twitch. The doctor immediately started to stop the bleeding and tried to drag him out of the gate of hell.

"Mr. Mercy, I hope you survive." The doctor glanced at Meng Ziyou's face and mentioned the dealer as if he was talking about their gods.

"Humanity cannot be tested downwards. There is no bottom line at all."

The dealer looked at the dice sealed in the glass display case and quickly moved his eyes away, unwilling to look at it again. For a person with mysophobia, it is too uncomfortable to have something he likes dirty.

The croupier simply cannot overcome the psychological barrier and never wants to have any contact again. At least the No. 2 bone dice has not been swallowed by Meng Ziyou, so it is much cleaner in the eyes of the dealer.

"Being brought here by Meng Ziyou, he must have a spirit, right?"

"You guys are very similar. You didn't let him win a penny."

The croupier asked and answered himself, sighing slightly.

Nor did he expect the dice to answer the question.

Bone Dice No. 2 has once again become the "dice god" of the casino. The difference from before is that the croupier will no longer take off his white gloves and put the dice in the palm of his hand.

As for Meng Ziyou, after some treatment, his life was saved and he is still hospitalized. Some people wanted to use Meng Ziyou to overthrow the dealer, thinking that Meng Ziyou would die in the casino. Unexpectedly, he was still alive, so they had to suppress their thoughts and continue to wait for the dealer to reveal his flaws.

Even if Meng Ziyou dies, there are countless people under the dealer who will take the blame, and they will never let the dealer take any blame.

When Meng Ziyou was disemboweled, part of the resentment on the bone dice was eliminated. When Meng Ziyou woke up, he was already crazy.

"I won, I won..."

"I won hahahaha..."

"You know, I won! I won millions..."

Meng Ziyou could only giggle and repeat these words over and over again, going crazy.

The dealer heard that he was crazy and personally took the No. 2 bone dice to see Meng Ziyou.

When Meng Ziyou saw the dealer's gentle smile, even though he was subconsciously afraid, he still took the initiative to tell the dealer his secret:

"I'll tell you a secret quietly, I won..."

"I made a lot of money..."

"You win? Let's play another game." The dealer smiled and took out the No. 2 bone dice.

"God of Dice!" Meng Ziyou was startled, rolled over, knelt on the ground and kowtowed ten times. He knocked his head so hard that the floor banged, and blood dripped from his forehead and down his chin.

"My dice god..."

"God of Dice... listen to me!"

Meng Ziyou seemed to have thought of something, and continued to kowtow crazily, without adulteration at all, and without any awareness of the blood spattering.

If you leave him alone, Meng Ziyou can really knock himself to death.

【Super Rich Orange】: Is he really crazy? He was knocking so hard.

[Big Knock Expert]: This is called knocking for real.

The dealer couldn't tell whether Meng Ziyou was really crazy or fake. Anyway, he could just go to a mental hospital. People with mental problems can easily cause trouble to others if they are released.

"Play a game with me," the croupier urged.

"I don't want to play anymore... I really don't want to play anymore..."

"Tiantian...I won't play anymore..."

The dealer motioned Meng Ziyou to shake the color box, but Meng Ziyou was so frightened that he sat on the ground and cried like a child with snot and tears on his face, refusing to touch the color box again no matter what.

"Meng Ziyou, come here." The dealer knocked on the table, a little impatiently.

"I don't gamble, I was wrong, I was guilty, I really will never gamble again..." Meng Ziyou backed away repeatedly, huddled in the dark corner of the wall, like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

The dealer looked at Meng Ziyou's behavior and sighed slightly:

"It would be better if I could learn to behave better."

"If you soil my things, you will have to pay... As for forgiving you, it is God's business."

"My duty is to send you to see God." The croupier smiled, took out a revolver from the holster in his suit, and put the muzzle of the gun into Meng Ziyou's mouth.

"Woo-"

Meng Ziyou struggled to hide back, and his originally chaotic eyes suddenly became clear.

"Sure enough... you're still betting with me? You lost this round." The croupier pulled the trigger.

Meng Ziyou is an old gambler.

After he woke up, he started setting up a trap again. He pretended to be crazy and tried to gamble. If he won, he was sent to a mental hospital and escaped. After losing the bet, he was like now, being held under the dealer's gun and unable to move.

Meng Ziyou's pupils shrank, extremely frightened.

But the shot from the revolver just now had no bullets.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that this gun can be loaded with six bullets at a time. Last time I fired five bullets without reloading. You can bet on which bullet you will die in."

Meng Ziyou really wanted to scold her, what the hell is this human doing?

Even if he wins the bet, what's the point, everyone is dead!

"Don't you like gambling? If you win a game before you die, you won't have any regrets, right?" The croupier looked down at Meng Ziyou tenderly, as if to comfort his long-time close friend.

[Literature Instructor]: Lin Yebai enjoys helping others, and a dealer who is considerate

[Mistakes were made in the melon field]: Evil people will have their own trials and tribulations

[Wang Ergou]: I’ll laugh to death while riding a horse

[Happy Little Sheep]: The dealer is really a clever little guy

"Woooo-" Meng Ziyou wanted to speak, but was blocked by the gun and couldn't say anything.

"How pitiful." The croupier shook his head, as if he couldn't bear it, and pulled the trigger again.

Meng Ziyou stiffened again, the hair on his body stood up, and he was extremely frightened.

Fortunately, this time it was also an empty shot.

"Isn't it interesting?" the croupier asked with a smile.

"In the last round, I bet your life."

"Uuuuuu——" Meng Ziyou looked at the dealer pleadingly with tears in his eyes.

"You mean to bet on the third shot?" The croupier spoke for him.

Meng Ziyou shook his head desperately, that was not what he meant.

"You have just kowtowed to the dice god more than ten times. He must know how many points you want."

"You can't move now, so I'll shake it for you."

The croupier was still wearing white gloves and didn't taboo anything. He picked up the No. 2 bone dice and threw it on the table.

Meng Ziyou said that he would not gamble, but when the bone dice started to spin, his eyes followed closely, and he kept praying in his heart, six o'clock, six o'clock, six o'clock.

If there was really a bullet in the gun, before the sixth shot, he might have had a chance to survive.

Unfortunately, the dice god did not favor Meng Ziyou this time.

The top side was the third point.

"Woo——" Meng Ziyou's eyes became terrified.

The dealer pulled the trigger again, and Meng Ziyou's body flew far away and fell to the ground, and the blood quickly spread.

"The dice god is always the dice god——" The dealer's voice was elegant and very recognizable. At this moment, he spoke as if explaining something.

The rule of the second dice god is to make the gambler's wish come true and win the game by knocking ten times. The dealer completely defended the dice god. Since the top side was three points, Meng Ziyou would definitely die in the third shot, making the result shaken by the dice god come true.

"Are you satisfied?" The dealer looked at the bone dice on the table. When Meng Ziyou died, the bone dice was stained with a little splash of blood. Because of this bright red blood, the originally pure white bone dice became much more weird.

[Braised Spare Ribs]: Satisfied

[Messenger of Justice]: Interesting man, successfully attracted the attention of Brother Pingfan

[Man on Man]: And me

The dealer stretched out his finger to wipe off the blood spots on the surface of the bone dice. At the moment of touching, he was a little surprised. It was not the usual touch of the bone dice, but like a real person, warm and cool like jade, with soft fingertips. The two people, one virtual and one real, finally met at this moment with the bone dice as the center, and saw each other clearly.

The dealer had thrown away the gun. He touched Meng Ziyou, and he thought it was dirty. At this moment, he was wearing a black suit, elegant like a young man from a noble family who could attend a noble banquet at any time.

And Lin Yebai was dressed in white, like snow in the clouds, with indifferent eyebrows and eyes, but there was a kind of heart-pounding sense of danger, which was particularly attractive.

Since the moment Meng Ziyou died completely, the resentment of the bone dice disappeared. Maybe because he was more satisfied with Meng Ziyou's death, this was considered a success. Lin Yebai saved many steps and could leave the world directly.

"You are... the God of Dice?"

Although the dealer had never seen Lin Yebai's true form before, he immediately felt that this young man with silver hair was the God of Dice.

Lin Yebai didn't waste any words, and with a wave of his hand, he directly put the dealer into his sleeve. The cursed world will soon disappear, and everyone in it will be sealed in it forever. It is not easy to place the souls of Lin Qi and Tiantian, and they are not very useful. People like the dealer are worth cultivating.