My life is super hard, nothing is taboo/Ghost Shelter

Uncle Chen was still talking about Qin Kun's words, when he suddenly noticed that Qin Kun turned his head, and above the place where he entered the door, a sculpture of a dragon's head opened upwards, majestic.

Uncle Chen said in a low voice: "Little brother, this is the golden dragon raising its head, swallowing gold and seizing silver."

Qin Kun sneered: "No, the mouth of the dragon is upward, and it will hurt even if it doesn't die. Because only an angry dragon can roar up to the sky. The evil spirit of this game is not small. The VIPs on the second floor will not leave any room for survival. The gamblers on the first floor will also be killed. Swallowed most of the fortune."

Uncle Chen was startled, and saw Qin Kun stop under the dragon's head, and hurriedly followed.

Qin Kun suddenly stood still and turned around. In front of him was the first gaming table in the casino.

Qin Kun stared at the croupier and murmured to himself: "This croupier seems to be doing well in a place with such a fierce spirit. Uncle Chen, does the croupier at the gaming table change frequently?"

Uncle Chen shook his head when he heard that: "That's Ah Wei, one of the most powerful croupiers in the casino. Several large casinos tried to poach him, but they failed. He has always been sitting at table one."

Qin Kun smiled and said, "Go and play a few games."

Uncle Chen shook his head like a rattle.Only unfamiliar gamblers will go to table one, regular customers never touch Awei's bad luck.

"He's great."

"It's okay, it's mine if I lose."

Qin Kun called the waiter, exchanged 10 chips, and handed them to Uncle Chen.

……

Awei is 33 years old and has been coming to the casino for many years.

He hid for a few years because of a crime, but was later spotted by the boss here and recruited.

Awei didn't know what talent he had, and he had never been a dealer, but after the boss gave him a good salary, nothing mattered.

Awei has been in charge of gaming table number one for three years. His gambling skills are not bad, but the croupier only needs to deal the cards. He is absolutely not good at making cards, but even so, he has made a lot of money for the casino. Money, many gamblers who are idlers at the first table or betting on the outside, will win first and then lose, which makes Awei also start to doubt, is it possible that he really has gambling luck?

Today, as always, the boring licensing work started.

Chapter 1216 You Are Dead

Bet, cool point is a surprise.

You never know if the next card will be a fortune card or a nightmare card.

The rule of baccarat is to strive for the sum of two or three cards to be 9, if it is greater than 9, the card will burst, and 10, J, Q, K count as 0 points.

Qin Kun roughly listened to Uncle Chen's rules, and then let him go. Uncle Chen was also embarrassed. He was not short of money, but the other party gave him 10 yuan to let him play casually.

Uncle Chen was playing, Qin Kun was watching, and Ah Wei was dealing the cards.

For 10 minutes in a row, Qin Kun didn't move.

Within 10 minutes, Uncle Chen lost more than he won, and found Qin Kun's serious expression, he said awkwardly, "You should do it..."

Uncle Chen wanted to stand up, but was pushed down by Qin Kun: "Continue."

After another 10 minutes, Qin Kun finally noticed something, or felt something subtle.

This table is directly facing the dragon head, full of evil spirits, such mysterious things as evil spirits, regardless of their specific attributes, bad luck is inevitable, but the Feng Shui Bureau obviously cannot stop so much strong Yang energy, Qin Kun always feels that there are some things that he still needs I did not notice.

The gamblers changed hands twice, and even the ones who had won a few hands and left all had ugly expressions on their faces.

Finally, the casino shifts.

The new croupier has arrived, and Awei deals the cards for the last time. Uncle Chen wiped his sweat and lost tens of thousands, and said in a low voice: "Brother Qin...he is leaving soon, we may change our luck in a while. This time Bet less."

Qin Kun suddenly listened: "Uncle Chen, it's the last bet. If you win, it's all yours except the capital. If you lose, it's all mine. Bet more or less, you...you can figure it out."

Uncle Chen's blood rushed to his brain.

Mom...

If you go all-in in this round, the biggest profit is to bet on the pair, 1 to 11. In addition to the capital, he can earn hundreds of thousands of dollars.

But the probability of this is too small, and if he plays like this, little brother Qin...will die of anger.

"Really?"

Qin Kun gave him an encouraging look: "Do whatever you want."

Uncle Chen nodded, and suddenly pushed the chips over.

"All in!"

Everyone felt that this uncle was red-eyed.

Betting on a pair... is this crazy?

Awei was stunned, Zhuang, Xian and the surrounding gamblers were also stunned.

Uncle Chen blushed, silently thinking that Brother Qin is sorry, and then...

"Pair!" The dealer Awei announced.

Then Uncle Chen yelled loudly from table one.

77 million in one round!

Who the hell can win 77 in baccarat!Who else! ! !

The chips were pushed over, and the gamblers were drooling and envious. 77 is not much for most people, but it is really rare to be lucky enough to see such a crazy game in baccarat.

"Brother Qin! My lord! Come and get half!"

Chen Shuhong focused his eyes, and excitedly grabbed the chips and stuffed them into Qin Kun's arms. Qin Kun smiled: "Okay, you won it by your ability, it's none of my business."

Qin Kun pinched Uncle Chen's pocket with two fingers, a Dupont lighter and a pack of black money.Shaking at him: "Just send me this."

Uncle Chen waved his hand: "That can't be done! It must be the good luck brought by you!"

"Sometimes good luck is accompanied by troubles." Qin Kun finished speaking lightly, and looked at the waiter who was coming.

The waiter smiled politely: "Sir, there is a gentleman in the VIP hall who wants to meet you. I don't know if I can?"

Uncle Chen's expression froze. Could it be that it's only about 70 yuan, and someone from the casino came to invite Qin Kun to drink tea?

"Xiao Qin, back off."

Uncle Chen opened his mouth, but found that Qin Kun walked over with a smile: "Okay, please lead the way."

Qin Kun left with the waiter, and Awei, the croupier, followed. Uncle Chen blinked for a while, not knowing what to do.

……

VIP hall, one of the private rooms.

A young man in a suit and leather shoes sat there, smoking a cigarette while looking at Qin Kun.

"You can absorb so much money in Awei's hands, is your Excellency Nanwu Lao?"

The smoke filled the air, the young man was full of smiles, sparks flickered, and suddenly, the surrounding air twisted.

In front of Qin Kun's eyes was a revolving room. After being wrapped in smoke, the speed of the room's revolving became faster and faster.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed the young man's collar.

The young man was picked up by Qin Kun in shock and hit the wall.

"Who dares to come to my territory to act wild!"

The surrounding room stopped rotating, and a middle-aged man came out of the door, followed by two foreign bodyguards.

"Noisy! I won't talk about setting up a dragon-cutting game, and raising a gambler to come to the town. Is there no one in the local area?!"

Qin Kun hit the young man's face with an elbow, then grabbed the middle-aged man's hair and yanked it vigorously, and hit the middle-aged man's face with his knee.The young man flung himself on the coffee table with a panicked face, and the middle-aged man lay on the ground with two bright red stripes hanging from his nose. Two bodyguards rushed over, and one quickly locked Qin Kun's neck. With a "grab," Qin Kun pulled the bodyguard away. Broken wrist!

"Warning you not to draw your guns, or I will be really rude."

The sudden change made the room quiet down.

The coffee table was overturned, the head of the young man smashed the teacup, the middle-aged man covered his nose and shrank in the corner, one bodyguard covered his severed hand and screamed, the other bodyguard was pinched by Qin Kun on the back of the neck, and was pinned to the ground like a chicken .

In the middle of the room, Qin Kun was sitting on the bodyguard's back with a slashing horse. The croupier Ah Wei shuddered and looked at Qin Kun with constricted pupils: "You dare to hit the boss?! I will fight with you!"

Snapped--

A slap on Ah Wei's cheek, Ah Wei's teeth flew out, and blood spurted out.

I saw Qin Kun's eyes sweeping over everyone: "A low-ranking secret disciple, a bold boss, and two black umbrella mercenaries, how dare you play tricks in front of me with this card?"

The young man with swollen cheeks froze for a moment, and said loudly: "There is no wave in the East China Sea, and the dignitaries of Nanyang, I am Wen Huasong of the Xingzhou Gate of the Dao of Life and Death! Who are you?"

"I've never heard of it." Qin Kun spat, "You set up this Feng Shui Bureau?"

"So what? My ancestor was a disciple of the Kuai family. Who did you learn from? Can you understand my Feng Shui pattern?"

"The Kuai family's feng shui is passed on to men but not to women. Your ancestors also had two knives, right?"

"You...! Bullying too much!" The young man blushed and yelled.

"Let's not talk about it for now. What's the matter with him?" Qin Kun didn't bother to pay attention to the other party, and pointed at Awei.

Ah Wei noticed that Qin Kun was pointing at his nose, and raised his brows: "Aren't you afraid of death? I've been a bit self-conscious these past few years, but when I was messing around, you were still studying!"

After Ah Wei finished speaking, he suddenly felt that he was being caught by an invisible net, and he slammed into Qin Kun, who stepped on his face.

"What about you? Are you afraid of death?"

A rhetorical question was sent back, making Awei explode in shame and anger, this person... I will kill him!

Struggling and scratching, Qin Kun's feet didn't move at all, and even exerted more force. Ah Wei felt that his head was about to be crushed, so he said in pain: "Kill me if you have the ability!!!"

Qin Kun took out a cigarette and lit it, and said softly, "Unfortunately, you are already dead..."

There was no feng shui bureau to shake Ah Wei's shadow, and the smoke passed through his body.This sudden change made Ah Wei dumbfounded.

The fragment of the teacup was pinched by Qin Kun, swayed in front of Ah Wei's eyes, and suddenly stabbed down.

Awei cried out, but the imagined pain did not come. Awei slowly opened his eyes and saw that Qin Kun's fingers had passed through his eyeballs.

This……

This visual experience made Awei creepy.

Quiet.

The house is quiet.

Awei lost his mind, his mind was in a mess, he seemed to be going crazy, some things were slowly remembered and then forgotten, what happened... Am I really dead? ? ?

Qin Kun kicked Awei away, took another bodyguard in his hand, patted the other person's face and said, "This black soul priest, please tell me what is going on with this ghost. Let me be clearer today, and I will leave you as a dead body." .”

The bodyguard looked brave and was actually known for his mental strength, but there was no difference between meeting Qin Kun and the chicken meeting the eagle.

"You... have no right to kill me! I belong to the Eastern European branch... You will suffer revenge from the Holy Soul Sect!"

"Let Carter come! He promised me that there will be no disciples of the Black Soul Sect in China. Your appearance today made him break his promise!"

"Do you know... His Excellency the Pope?"

puff--

Qin Kun got up and knocked his heels. The black soul priest coughed up blood and curled up into a shrimp.

The boss on the ground was completely stunned, and found that Qin Kun conjured up a stack of documents and threw them on him as if by magic.

"Read." Qin Kun whispered.

"Evil ghosts appeared in the Lisboa Atlantic Hotel in March last year. They harassed gamblers."

"In April, investigators went to investigate and identified him as a ghost general."

"In September, an investigator was seriously injured. The result of the investigation is that someone is raising ghosts."

"In December, there was a new development in the investigation. Fifteen years ago, Zeng Yunwei, the owner of the Lisboa Atlantic Hotel, was killed near the mass grave in Taipa. The murderer is unknown. The Lisboa Atlantic Hotel was taken over by Zeng Yunwei's deputy, Li Weide..."

Needle drop could be heard in the house.

The croupier Ah Wei didn't say a word, Qin Kun pinched his chin: "Do you remember what my name is?"

"Zeng...Zeng Yunwei."

This ghost is none other than Zeng Yunwei, the owner of this hotel 15 years ago!

In my memory, he took refuge because of a crime three years ago, but it has actually been 18 years, and 15 years ago, he was already the big owner of this hotel.

The intricate memory fragments were slowly sorted out, and the ghost's eyes gradually became hollow. Qin Kun handed him the smoke: "What's the name of your current boss?"

"Li Weide. So it's you..." Awei raised his head with a distorted smile, looking at the middle-aged boss, his heart skipped a beat.