223: Play with the rules! Your advantage belongs to me

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Facing Chen Ming's question, the Red-Haired Ghost fell into a long silence.

Seeing that he was slow to speak, Chen Ming was about to repeat what he had just said.

Just then, as if having made up his mind, he waved his large hand and then took out a mountain of huangquan coinss.

The Red-Haired Ghost's heart was extremely firm in the thought that he could not lose; if he were to back down at this moment, the biased dice would be unable to exert any effect.

Instead, he would lose his entire fortune, not a single cent left, everything would be gone.

The Red-Haired Ghost was determined that he must maintain this initiative no matter what!

He absolutely could not surrender and give up the initiative to someone else.

"No need to count, there are a total of 150,000 huangquan coinss here!" The Red-Haired Ghost noticed the gazes of the others and explained proactively.

This was almost all the huangquan coinss the Red-Haired Ghost could currently take out.

Going all-in, on one hand, was to control the initiative, and on the other hand, it was to achieve the goal of intimidating Chen Ming with his momentum, making him understand the gap.

Defeat the opponent first with momentum!

As long as he maintained his momentum and then brought the biased dice into play, the Red-Haired Ghost believed that the scale of victory was still on his side.

He raised his eyes, wanting to take a good look at Chen Ming's expression at this moment.

The Red-Haired Ghost's brows furrowed together, revealing a puzzled look.

He didn't understand why Chen Ming could still be so calm.

In this situation, according to the Red-Haired Ghost's prediction, he should have been restless and uneasy.

"Since you are so sincere, I cannot fall behind either." Chen Ming raised his hand again and pinched with two fingers.

Another huangquan coins appeared out of thin air at his fingertips, its yin energy so exaggerated that it filled the entire front hall, like a flood washing over the ghosts and monsters, enough to engulf them.

"This power is even more outrageous than before!"

"I, I have never felt such dense yin energy! Just being in it, I can feel the yin energy in my body boiling and slowly increasing!"

"Yes, it's amazing!"

"The value of this huangquan coins is probably already over 100,000!"

"Over 100,000? I've really learned something new today!"

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They were extremely excited, believing they were witnessing history.

On the other hand, it was rare to see the Red-Haired Ghost suffer a setback, and they felt a great sense of satisfaction.

Many of them were in their current state because of the Red-Haired Ghost; even drinking a pot of wine, they didn't dare to add human blood, fearing that being a little extravagant would make their lives unbearable.

Yet, this guy, the Red-Haired Ghost, was very eloquent and skilled at manipulating people's hearts.

Every time they had a little money, he would always come knocking and squeeze them dry.

Many of the 150,000 huangquan coinss the Red-Haired Ghost had taken out earlier were contributed by these very people.

Therefore, seeing the Red-Haired Ghost suffer a setback made them happier than earning money themselves.

Chen Ming pressed the yin energy back into the huangquan coins, placed it on the table, and pushed it to the center of the table with his fingertips, making it convenient for the Red-Haired Ghost to see clearly.

"O-one million?!"

After counting the zeros on it, the Red-Haired Ghost could no longer sit still and abruptly stood up from his seat in surprise.

The stool was knocked over onto the ground, making a loud clatter.

"You..." The words he originally wanted to use to question him reached his lips but were swallowed back down.

It was still that same saying, yin energy cannot be faked.

This is indeed the yin energy that a 100,000 huangquan coins should have, no mistake!

"Not raising anymore?" Seeing the Red-Haired Ghost's exasperated yet helpless appearance, Chen Ming remained composed and asked with a smile.

"Or are you saying you want to surrender and admit defeat? If you're really scared, I can reluctantly agree."

Chen Ming saw through the Red-Haired Ghost's thoughts and began to employ the wisdom of his ancestors, the taunting method, which was always effective.

"Surrender? What a joke? I am the Gambling King of this street! Haven't you gone to inquire? There isn't a single gamble I can't win!"

Provoked by Chen Ming like this, the Red-Haired Ghost indeed fell for the bait.

Thinking in his heart, 'Since I don't have as many chips as you, I will win with skill and luck!'

The Red-Haired Ghost was very confident in his luck and skill, even if a little was deducted, it didn't matter.

Deduct as you please!

"Then let's begin." Chen Ming picked up the dice cup and threw the dice into it.

"Who's afraid of who!" The Red-Haired Ghost, unwilling to admit defeat, did the same, throwing the biased dice into the dice cup.

Then, the two of them quickly shook the dice cups in their hands, and the dice inside constantly hit the walls of the cups, making noise.

Chen Ming symbolically shook it a few times, then put down the dice cup.

The rest was left to his truly significant luck value, which was so high it couldn't be deducted completely.

The Red-Haired Ghost listened with his ears, and after determining the desired number, he put down the cup.

Seizing the initiative, he was the first to open the dice cup, and the number was five.

For the Red-Haired Ghost, this was an acceptable number.

"You can only beat me if you roll a six. If you're afraid of losing, you can surrender proactively and lose half your chips, how about that?" The Red-Haired Ghost spoke cautiously.

If it were before, he would rather die than say such words that lowered his status.

Chen Ming remained silent, ignored the Red-Haired Ghost's suggestion, and opened the dice cup.

The number was six.

"What!!"

The Red-Haired Ghost's palms landed on the table, and his butt left the stool again.

"Let's continue." Chen Ming neatly arranged the huangquan coinss in front of the Red-Haired Ghost and piled them next to himself.

"..." Watching the over 100,000 huangquan coinss being taken by Chen Ming, the Red-Haired Ghost's heart was bleeding.

For the sake of face, he had to put on an indifferent expression, "Ask, are you still going to continue? Luck won't always favor just one person."

"It's fine." Chen Ming told the Red-Haired Ghost not to worry, speaking lightly and casually.

'How confident is this guy in himself!'

How could the Red-Haired Ghost not care? He was just pretending not to care with his words.

In reality, he was already burning with anxiety.

"If you don't have money, you can also choose to gamble with other things, like... your yin energy, your... life." Chen Ming spoke the most soul-stirring words in the calmest tone.

"You, you know the effect of the biased dice!" The Red-Haired Ghost heard the latter half of the sentence and instantly realized something was wrong, knowing he had fallen into a trap.

"All my chips are here, what about yours?" Chen Ming didn't answer, urging the Red-Haired Ghost to quickly decide on his stake.

The Red-Haired Ghost knew deeply that he had already lost to Chen Ming once and could not unilaterally dissolve the gamble.

Apart from continuing to gamble, there was no other choice.

He took a small pouch from his waist, similar to a Qiankun bag, and took out many spiritual artifacts and rare treasures from it, saying, "These things, I think they should be worth about 100,000 huangquan coinss."

If the chip gap was too large, the Red-Haired Ghost worried that Chen Ming would use the rule power of the biased dice to forcibly demand his life as a stake to make up the difference.

Having lost the initiative, he was filled with mixed emotions.

Chen Ming's every move could scare him into a state of panic, making his body tremble.

"These things, let alone a million huangquan coinss, can't even compare to the huangquan coinss you just lost to me, right?" Chen Ming asked seriously.

"Then, then what do you say we do?" The Red-Haired Ghost asked with his mouth, but had a very bad premonition in his heart.

I'm doomed!

"It's very simple, put your life and soul on the line together." As soon as Chen Ming finished speaking, the rule power of the biased dice came into effect.

The backlash belonging to the Red-Haired Ghost had arrived!