The Bloody Taoist

The Bafang Casino has an extraordinary status in Xianshan County.

During the Chinese New Year, although all the wine shops in the city are closed for three to five days or half a month, only the Bafang Casino is more lively during this period, with customers coming in droves, even more popular than usual.

The casino is bustling with people and noisy.

Gamblers from all directions gather here with their own thoughts.

Some people look nervous, staring at the gambling table in front of them, as if they want to penetrate the dice cup and see the mystery; while others smile and fiddle with the chips in their hands easily, as if they have already made up their minds and are sure to win.

The chips on the gambling table are constantly circulating among gamblers. Some people become rich overnight, while others lose everything in a moment.

However, all this did not reduce people's enthusiasm, but aroused their stronger gambling desire.

Everyone was immersed in this world of excitement and pleasure, as if every flip of the dice was the final judgment of fate.

"Big, big, big!"

"Small, small, this one must be small!"

At the gambling table, Liu Erzhu stared at the dice cup shaking in the dealer's hand, his eyes full of expectation and anxiety.

With the dealer's "ding", the dice cup slammed on the table, making a crisp sound.

"Dear guests, buy and leave your hands, buy and leave your hands, open!" The dealer shouted, and the dice cup was opened, revealing the dice inside.

"Four, five, five, fourteen points big."

"Damn it, I don't believe it!" Liu Erzhu looked at the silver taken away by the dealer, cursed secretly, and fumbled in his arms in a hurry, only to find that the five taels of silver he brought today had already been lost.

His face darkened, he gritted his teeth, and stepped out of the crowd, muttering: "Today is too unlucky, I will make up for it another day!"

Just as he walked to the door of the gambling house, a familiar gambler saw that he looked bad, and asked with a smile: "Master Liu, you won a lot today, right?"

When Liu Erzhu heard this, a trace of displeasure flashed across his face, but he did not answer, but just walked out of the gambling house coldly.

Seeing this, several gamblers behind him couldn't help but whispered to each other.

"Who is this person? Do you know him?"

"Liu Erzhu, who used to run an oil mill in the back street!"

"Oh, him! I heard that he owed a lot of gambling debts, and his wife was angry to death, and his son was sent away. Why is he back again?"

"He just came back a few days ago. I heard that he met a noble man and made a fortune. Not only did he pay off his debts, but he is now working for a wealthy family in the east city!"

Liu Erzhu left the gambling house, took the reins of the carriage handed over by the waiter, climbed on the carriage, and drove towards the east of the city.

Since he got addicted to gambling a few years ago, he has bankrupted his wealthy family and even owed usury.

In order to avoid the gangsters who were collecting debts, he fled to Heiyun Mountain and survived in the mountain village with his oil refining skills.

Some time ago, he accidentally rescued a lost businessman who happened to be from Xianshan County.

The businessman not only gave him a considerable reward, but also recommended him to work as a buyer in his home, which allowed Liu Erzhu to return to Xianshan County.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a magnificent mansion in the east of the city.

Most of the dignitaries in Xianshan County live in the east and north of the city, where there are many luxurious mansions.

The servant at the door of the house saw Liu Erzhu coming back and immediately came up to greet him, saying respectfully: "Master Liu Er, you are back. The master was just asking about you!"

Liu Erzhu handed the reins to the servant and ordered seriously: "Send the things in the car to the warehouse. No one is allowed to open it without my permission!"

"Yes!" The servant nodded in agreement.

Liu Erzhu walked into the mansion quickly, then walked through the courtyard to a house, knocked on the door gently, and whispered: "Brother Zhang, are you looking for me?"

Inside the house, an old man in his fifties or sixties was half lying on the couch. Hearing Liu Erzhu's voice, he immediately sat up and greeted with a smile: "Brother Liu, come in and sit down. Why don't you bring your son here?"

After Liu Erzhu entered the house, he smiled and responded: "That kid is still blaming me for leaving without saying goodbye in the past few years. I have to take it slowly."

The old man sighed: "Family reunion is a blessing.

Take more care of your son. If the owner of the Shifang Inn has any obstruction, I will find someone to coordinate."

Liu Erzhu quickly replied: "Don't worry, Brother Zhang, you don't need to come forward for this little thing. I can take him back in two days."

After the two chatted for a few more words, Liu Erzhu got up and said goodbye.

Liu Erzhu's figure disappeared outside the door. The old man's expression suddenly turned cold, and a trace of disgust appeared in his eyes. He cursed in a low voice: "Waste!"

In the corner of the room, the ghost-like Shi Xin Zhenren walked out of the shadows and said with a smile: "Hehe, Wuxi Junior Brother, why don't we go to the inn directly to have a look.

That so-called Jiang Lingzi may be a fake guy with a false reputation."

Zhen Wuxi snorted coldly and said solemnly: "Even the altar master was almost discovered by this person. Do you think your concealment skills are stronger than the altar master?

Besides, this person is proficient in the evil spirits of corpses and ghosts, and the skills he has cultivated just restrain the two of us. Isn't it a way to seek death to go directly to the door?"

Shi Xin Zhenren chuckled and said nothing more.

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Shifang Inn has been very quiet these days.

Except for visiting and greeting a few neighbors on the first day of the new year, the rest of the time has been quiet and nothing happened.

In the master bedroom in the backyard, a black blood coffin was placed in the center.

Inside the blood coffin, Zuo Yinyang lay quietly, his eyes closed, his face calm, like a corpse that had been sleeping for a long time, with a strange tranquility all over his body.

All the disturbances in the outside world could not shake Zuo Yinyang's heart.

His consciousness had sunk into an extremely peaceful state, as if he had crossed the torrent of time and returned to a small room in his previous life.

That was his safest shelter in his childhood, a simple cave built with old quilts and benches, surrounded by silence, isolating him from the noise and disturbance of the outside world.

At this moment, the blood coffin seemed to have turned into that cave, isolating him from everything in the world, and the calmness in his heart made Zuo Yinyang feel unprecedented comfort and peace of mind.

The sense of tranquility that seemed to be out of reality even made him want to immerse himself in it forever.

The red light outside the blood coffin flickered slightly, as if warning the world: This is a forbidden area, and anyone who approaches will face unpredictable horror.

However, Zuo Yinyang was enjoying the long-lost tranquility in this forbidden land, his mind immersed, as if he had merged with the world in the coffin.

At this moment, Zuo Yinyang was not only the existence in the blood coffin, but also the master of this tranquility and peace.

As time passed, a bold idea was brewing in Zuo Yinyang's mind.