The best immortal emperor

Chapter 2774
After crossing two streets in a row, Jiang Su led Zhang Mo to a noisy side street.

There were no people on this street, but it was extremely noisy, and almost every shop gave out different roars, one after another.

Li Ming frowned, and asked in confusion: "Brother Jiang, what is this street for? Why is it so noisy?"

"Here, look." Jiang Su pointed to a flag in the distance and said.

"Gambling?" Li Ming was taken aback, only to see that there was a huge word "gambling" written on the flag, and it was written in red paint, which was very conspicuous.

Jiang Su was a little proud, and said with a smile: "This is the famous gambling street in Dafeng City."

"Gambling on the street?" Li Ming couldn't help being startled.

"Yes, it's a street of gambling." Jiang Su looked smug, and then said: "When I entered the city today, I felt very lucky, and I should be able to win a lot of money."

Hearing this, Li Ming unconsciously wiped off his cold sweat, true god also likes to gamble?
I only heard that Jiang Su continued to say: "This is the only legal place where you can get rich overnight. Let's go, I'll take you to see it, my favorite throwing pot."

Li Ming doesn't have much interest in gambling. Nine out of ten bets lose, and those who gamble for a long time will lose.

After all, have you ever seen a casino go bankrupt?

Jiang Su took Li Ming to the gambling stall that specializes in throwing pots.

As soon as they arrived at the door, they heard shouts coming from inside: "Zhong, Zhong, Zhong..."

Li Ming followed Jiang Su and walked in, only to see a circle of people inside.

"Oh, bad luck, I missed again." A figure squeezed out from the crowd, with a dejected face, and walked out of the gambling stall in desperation.

It looks like this guy lost badly.

"Middle, middle, middle..."

The crowd shouted again, but after a while, another guy squeezed out of the crowd in disgrace, and it seemed that he had lost a lot.

Seeing this, Li Ming couldn't help persuading him: "Brother Jiang, nine times out of ten bets, I think we'd better go."

"Li Ming, don't disappoint. It's hard to come to Dafeng City. You can't do it if you don't gamble. If you are afraid of losing, just watch me gamble." Jiang Su couldn't listen to Li Ming's words, and squeezed Into the crowd.

Li Ming shook his head for a while, and could only follow behind Jiang Su.

Squeezing into the crowd, Li Ming saw clearly what was going on.

I saw a circle drawn on the ground, and in the middle of the circle was a square bamboo tube with a caliber about the size of a fist. The true god here called it a pot.

Almost everyone around the True God held a long bamboo like an arrow in their hands, and each of them was aiming at the pot, ready to throw it.

Seeing this, Li Ming couldn't help but startled. This kind of game also existed in ancient China, also called throwing pots.

Isn't it too boring to play with little gods and middle gods?
Not to mention a spout the size of a punch, even a spout the size of a fingernail can be thrown in.

"Are you ready?" the dealer who presided over the pitching pot asked suddenly.

"Go, go, go!" the crowd shouted.

"Okay, let's start!" said the dealer.

Immediately, I saw the square pot in the circle move, and I couldn't catch the trace at all, leaving only afterimages.

Seeing this, Li Ming understood that it was a mobile throwing pot.

It's just that even if the difficulty is increased, it is easy for the true god.

"Middle, middle, middle..."

A group of minor gods and middle gods threw the bamboo sticks in their hands.

"Brush, brush..."

I saw those bamboo strips falling to the ground in unison, one by one completely avoiding the moving track of the square pot, let alone throwing it into the square pot.

Seeing this, Li Ming couldn't help being startled, and asked in surprise: "Brother Jiang, what's going on? Isn't it just throwing a pot? After the spiritual sense is locked, it's not easy?"

Indeed, whether it is a true god or an immortal, once the divine sense locks on, the accuracy of the hit is better than all satellites.

But now, each of the little gods and the middle gods have all failed.

At this time, another person left the gambling stall dejectedly.

I saw Jiang Su pointing to the white circle under his feet and said: "Did you see this white circle? It can block spiritual thoughts, so throwing pots can only rely on eyesight and luck. Otherwise, if you can throw pots with spiritual thoughts, the banker will lose the bottom .”

Hearing this, Li Ming suddenly realized that it was so.

Just now Li Ming was still wondering why so many true gods failed to hit any of them.

The square pot was indeed moving too fast, and it was really difficult to hit it with eyesight.

"I won't tell you anymore, I'm going to book, do you want to play? One hundred god stones." Jiang Su said.

"You play first, I'll take a look and make a decision." Li Ming said.

"Okay." Jiang Su responded.

Jiang Su took out a bag of sacred stones and threw it to the dealer, who gave Jiang Su ten bamboo sticks backhand.

The dealer said with a smile: "Old Su, your face is full of red today, and it looks like you are very lucky."

"Of course, if you're unlucky, you won't be able to enter your gambling stall, so you should be ready to get back all my previous losses today." Jiang Su said bluntly.

"Okay, okay." The dealer said with a smile.

It seems that Jiang Su is an old customer here, otherwise he would not be so familiar with the dealer.

After a slight pause, the dealer asked, "Are you ready?"

"Open, open, open..."

A circle of true gods shouted loudly.

"It's started!" The dealer shouted, and saw the square pot move again.

"Middle, middle, middle..."

"Swipe, brush..."

Once again, the bamboo sticks in the hands of these little gods and middle gods avoided the square pot perfectly.

Li Ming shook his head slightly. Although he couldn't see the specific method, he also knew that he wouldn't hit it so easily.

Jiang Su made eight shots in a row, but missed all of them.

When he was about to vote for the ninth time, Jiang Su suddenly said: "Li Ming, you vote for me. Today's luck is so fucking bad. I didn't even touch the side of the square pot."

"This..." Li Ming couldn't help but pause.

"It's okay, it doesn't matter if you miss the shot, it counts on me, if you make the shot, we'll split half the points." Jiang Su said.

"Okay." Li Ming said with a wry smile.

"Are you ready?" the dealer asked again.

"Open, open, open." A circle of little gods and middle gods shouted with joy.

"It's started." The dealer said, and then saw the square pot moving rapidly.

Li Ming didn't know how to cast, and he had never played before, so he couldn't help but secretly released his divine sense to see if he could escape the shield of the white circle.

However, Li Ming thought too much, the white circle could even block the spiritual thoughts of a great god, let alone such a small god.

Seeing that the throw was about to end, Li Ming had no choice but to throw it casually, regardless of whether he could hit or not.

"Ding……"

With a crisp sound, a bamboo stick fell into the square pot.

"I got it, I got it..."

All the little gods and middle gods shouted joyfully.

The dealer said with a smile: "Someone is lucky today, let me see who is lucky."

Then, I saw the dealer walk up to the square pot and take out the bamboo sticks inside.

There is a name on the bamboo strip, which was written on it when you bought it, so that you can check in when the lottery is drawn.

Otherwise, it will not be known who made the shot.

The dealer took out the bamboo sticks, but he was not in a hurry to look at them. Instead, he scanned the gods around.

"Which lucky one, which lucky one is it?" A group of people asked noisily.

Seeing that everyone was so excited, the dealer looked down and said, "Let me see who is the lucky one? He is Jiang Su!"

(End of this chapter)