In this troubled world, I can optimize everything

Looking at Chen Heng who was stunned on the spot, Yuan Hua didn't quite understand.

Why does my name remind this senior of a demon?

Of course, Yuan Hua certainly couldn't understand why Chen Heng had such a reaction.

After all, not all names will automatically play BGM in people's minds.

"It's okay, come with me." Chen Heng shook his head and forcibly turned off the BGM in his mind.

"Okay, okay, this junior will lead the way." Little fish man, no, Yuan Hua quickly got up from the ground and started to move forward.

"Who said we should go now?" Chen Heng grabbed Yuan Hua by the back of his neck and carried him towards Fortune Square.

There were too many miscellaneous soldiers in the Ghost Corpse Temple. Even if Chen Heng could crush them all, it would be a waste of time.

If they are not protected, the beast of the Ghost Corpse Watch will escape.

Chen Heng plans to wipe out all the Ghost Corpse Temple this time, leaving no one alive.

Chen Heng already regretted letting Zhu Hongying go because of his carelessness last time. This kind of mistake must not be made again.

So Chen Heng planned to take Bai Jun with him.

Although this kid is a little weaker, he is more suitable for clearing out miscellaneous soldiers.

His wide range of lightning spells are enough to give those trash zombies a drink.

Chen Heng's big hands clamped the back of Yuan Hua's neck like a pair of iron pliers, causing him extreme pain.

But no matter how severe the pain was, Yuan Hua did not dare to speak out for fear of offending Chen Heng.

Weng Hua's fate is still fresh in his mind, how dare he provoke Chen Heng.

Besides, killing Cao Jihan would also be of great benefit to him, so why not do it?

......

After a while, Chen Heng took Yuan Hua back to Facaifang.

But before Chen Heng walked in, he heard Bai Jun's roar.

"I told you! I bet the Jinghong Sword! I will definitely hit the next one!"

"Ah? You don't dare to accept it? If you don't accept it, believe it or not, I will use my thunder method to chop up your place!"

A question mark appeared above Chen Heng's head. What is going on?

Things don't seem to be developing according to Chen Heng's arrangement?

Shouldn't Bai Jun be neither losing nor losing now?

How long did it take for him to lose to the point where he needed to block Jinghong Sword?

With a lot of doubts, Chen Heng pushed the door of Caifangfang and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, Chen Heng saw the manager in charge tremblingly begging Bai Jun for mercy.

"My immortal grandpa, you are so unlucky. How can you lose all 200 taels in just three handfuls?"

"Others can play here for two months, but you..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Hurry up and pawn my Jinghong Sword. When I win it back, I will naturally redeem it."

Bai Jun's fingers flashed with lightning, and he threw Jinghong Sword on the table with a bang.

"Don't make things difficult for me. Master Chen will eat me if he finds out..."

"When did I eat people?" After hearing this, Chen Heng couldn't continue having fun. This was a major matter related to his image in Qiyang City.

"Chen, Mr. Chen." The steward's face turned pale when he heard the familiar voice coming from behind him.

The white here is not an exaggeration, the steward's face is really green.

Frightened to death.

"Tell me, when did I eat this person?" Chen Heng smiled evilly and patted the steward's fat face.

"No, I didn't eat anyone." The steward was sweating profusely and his whole body was shaking like a vibrator.

"Okay, I won't scare you anymore." Chen Heng didn't intend to embarrass the steward, so he patted his face and let him go.

"Explain me, why can my little brother lose like this?"

Chen Heng turned to look at Bai Jun, whose eyes were red, and asked.

"Master Chen, you really can't blame me." The steward wiped the sweat from his forehead and glanced at Bai Jun with a strange look.

"The immortal grandfather you brought here was very lucky at first, and he hit six times in a row."

"Two hundred taels of silver turned directly into one thousand, seven hundred taels, and we didn't even use the game we made."

After a pause, the manager continued.

"But after the sixth game things started to go a little wrong."

"No matter how we try to help him, this guy just keeps losing."

"And it's not just a small loss, it's a huge loss."

"The first two games were each two hundred and two hundred taels, so we lost."

"But something went wrong in the third round. This man lost his sight and bet all the remaining 1,100 taels."

"In the end, even if I lost everything, I still owe the gambling house more than three thousand taels."

"Really, Mr. Chen."

"In all the years I've been working in a gambling house, I've never seen anything so bad except for being cheated."

"..." Chen Heng was silent for a moment. He looked at Bai Jun and didn't know what to say.

"Then you just give him some money to play with. Why do you want to pawn his Jinghong Sword?"

"You can't blame me!" The manager became even more excited when he said this.

"We all said that we would wipe out his account and then give him two hundred taels of silver to play with."

"But this man is more stubborn than that bull demon, so he has to win it back by himself."

"It's true, Mr. Chen, if you don't come back to Facaifang, you will probably be demolished by this man."

"..." Chen Heng was silent again. It turned out that Bai Jun was still a stubborn person.

"Okay, this matter is over. He owes the three thousand taels and I asked him to write an IOU and pay it back slowly."

Chen Heng did not ask any more about the details, but comforted the frightened steward.

"Okay, put your sword away and find the station of the Ghost Corpse Temple."

Chen Heng grabbed Yuan Hua with one hand and Bai Jun's wrist with the other.

"No! I have to win it back today!" Bo Jun kept struggling, all his mind was occupied with the gambling house.

"After you finish the business, you can just have some fun!"

Chen Heng patted Bai Jun's head, and a big lump bulged up.

After being patted, Bai Jun's eyes immediately became clearer. He nodded and followed Chen Heng.

"Old Liu, go to the main helm and tell the gang leader and the others that you don't have to worry about the Ghost Corpse Watch."

"I'll be back in two days at most."

Chen Heng said to Lao Liu who was waiting at the door of Fortune Square.

"Understood, Mr. Chen." Lao Liu nodded and drove the carriage towards the head of the Wuling Gang.

"Brother Chen, wait a minute." Bai Jun suddenly turned back to look at Chen Heng.

"What's wrong?" Chen Heng asked with some confusion.

"Dealing with ghosts and corpses?"

"correct."

"Just the two of us?"

"if not?"

"Aren't you going to die!" Bo Jun suddenly shouted, turned around and wanted to run away.

"Where are you going?" Chen Heng grabbed Bai Jun's ear and pulled him back.

"You don't need to deal with anything else. Just clean up those zombies."

"There are not many in number, seventy-seven purple zombies, one hundred and twenty white zombies, fifty-five green zombies, twenty-three hairy zombies, and nine flying zombies."

"Together, there are less than 300 zombies. I will deal with the really powerful ones."

"?" Bo Jun was dumbfounded. He didn't expect that the Ghost Corpse Temple would bring so many zombies out.

Is this digging out all the old people?

"Brother Chen, the master of the Ghost Corpse Temple can turn into an old monster without bones. Just the two of us..."