Yu-Gi-Oh: This card wants to go to you

Luo Bai opens up the basic history of Bianyue Long.

Three words were written across the page—Prison in the White House.

It was the same name he heard in [that dream].

Historical accounts of daytime prisoners are polarizing.

Bai Zichuan said that he was the founder of the fortress. During his reign, Ben Yuetong firmly held the position of the sixth-level fortress, and no one dared to invade.

Heizi Hei committed many evil deeds throughout his life and provoked numerous enemies. After his death, Tsukitaki was besieged by many fortresses and endured hundreds of years of war. In the end, it was reduced to a fourth-level fortress.

Before the start of the Duel League, resource allocation was mainly based on war plunder.

During the day, there were two interesting rumors.

First, there are rumors that he is a great obscene demon who especially loves [Magician Clan] women.

But someone else said that there was someone hidden in his heart.

No pampering, no harm, just hiding it until death.

The second is that it is said that after he opened his cursed eye, he "looked directly" at the god Sayela.

I saw [the truth].

Being labeled a blasphemer.

As punishment, his descendants were infected with a strange curse.

Every generation of the Bai family, no matter how noble their conduct or outstanding their talents, will suffer the baptism of bad luck on the day they reach adulthood.

When the sun rises and life is in its golden years, they lose the ability to perceive light and fall into endless darkness and become blind.

The Ecclesiastical Council said that this is the price of looking directly at the gods.

There is a saying going around:

"The crime will be punished by the daytime prisoner."

“The one who redeems sins will live forever.”

...

【Ding】

A clear mechanical sound sounded.

Luo Bai was immersed in history, blinked and recovered.

The underground minus 98 floor has arrived.

The elevator door slowly opened, and an air flow mixed with the dusty smell of time and some indescribable sour smell rushed towards me, like a damp and moldy memory in a dark corner.

"Get used to it."

Yi Lan said calmly and walked out of the elevator first.

"How many negative square crystals do you want to replace?"

She then asked how long it was about staying here.

"Hmm..." Luo Bai thought for a while and said, "12 to 15 grams."

He silently calculated in his mind that according to the general exchange ratio, this is equivalent to 120 to 150 packs of drawing cards, which should be enough to collect a standard deck.

"How many, how many?!"

Yilan's brows instantly furrowed, showing a hint of surprise.

Even if it is calculated as 12 grams, it is equivalent to a value of more than million.

"Is this...a lot?" Luo Bai looked innocent and puzzled, and his words contained a kind of innocence that was unworldly and unworldly.

"Hiss..." Upon hearing this, Yilan's facial muscles twitched subtly. She wanted to curse but suppressed it, "The normal circulation of negative square crystals in the dungeon is calculated in milligrams."

"I know you lack common sense, but I didn't expect..."

"wrong!"

Her voice stopped suddenly, and her look at Luo Bai became strange.

"As soon as I opened my mouth, it was like tens of millions."

"Rich man...that girl really got a lot of money."

【I’m a good judge of people! 】

A cute voice asking for credit sounded in my mind.

"Don't tell everyone you want to trade so much." Yi Lan raised his eyes and looked at Luo Bai and warned, "It will cause unnecessary trouble."

"Understand - white." Luo Bai made an OK gesture.

He still has this bit of heart.

And why be honest with her.

A person who saved his life and left three skewers of grilled chicken wings when he was at his lowest doesn't have to be too guarded.

The two stepped out of the elevator and looked around, seeing a sea of ​​people.

"Oh--"

"Direct attack!"

"Kill that bitch!"

All kinds of vulgar words came to my face.

The overall level of civilization in the underground city is almost that of the steam age. Rust-colored pipes, gears and the roar of steam engines constitute the main elements of this space. Traces of high technology are particularly scarce in this area.

Except for the cage.

The cage is surrounded by restraints.

It feels like entering a zoo.

On the minus 98 floor, there are two types of people visible to the naked eye.

Passengers, supervisors and [rats] who wear supercomputer rings, prisoners, criminals, lunatics, captives and numbered citizens who do not wear supercomputer rings. The latter has a mechanical collar embedded in his neck.

If you disobey the [Rules], it will explode on the spot.

The so-called casinos are actually electric iron cages. The "sinners" inside the cage play dark games, the "tourists" outside the cage place bets, and the "venue owner" pays compensation.

Luo Bai looked around and then looked up at the ceiling.

"Is this a dark game?"

The situation was a little different from what he imagined.

Without the strange smoke and extra-dimensional space, the so-called dark game just sets the painful electric shock to level seven or above.

It was different from the black iron masked man I met before.

The highest level of painful electric shock is ten. If you suffer two to three thousand injuries at level seven at a time, you are likely to faint or go into shock on the spot.

It doesn't matter whether he dies or not.

Victory or defeat is not only determined by basic points, but also a loss if a person falls down and loses consciousness.

If you gather around to watch a show, you will feel comfortable watching others suffer, and you will feel a kind of psychological balance.

Therefore, the underground city is also called a "decompression zone" by [Shangmin]. After a long day's work, you can come down and stroll around to see people who are in worse condition to decompress your blood pressure, or you can gamble and have fun, and you may be able to earn back your sightseeing fees.

The sightseeing fee is not expensive, only fifty per hour.

"According to the strategy, should we go to the [Information Tavern] first?" Luo Bai asked, "My deck is not complete yet, and I need to buy some general-purpose magic and trap cards."

[Curse Eye] I have 18 cards, and I will move a few from [Water Machine] for general use.

There are still about 14 or 5 cards left. You can just buy some finished R cards. They are not expensive and the budget is around 100,000 yuan.

"If the deck is not complete, just come over..."

Yilan held back her breath and really wanted to curse.

"Since you are pursuing excitement, of course you must follow through to the end." Luo Bai spread his hands and said.

Yilan rolled her eyes at him and said resentfully, "Follow me."

"Let's go."

The two of them chatted and laughed along the way, taking many detours and arriving at the Intelligence Tavern.

The tavern is located at the intersection of prosperity and silence. The wooden structure exudes a primitive atmosphere. A shiny wooden sign hangs at the door, with the four characters "Information Tavern" engraved on it in rough fonts.

When you open the door and step inside, you will be greeted by the aroma of old wine and tobacco.

It has a bit of a "quaint atmosphere".

In the corner, from time to time, the low sound of string music can be heard, adding a bit of vicissitudes and confusion.

Different from martial arts novels...

"Duel!" (X2)

You can see duels everywhere.

The Intelligence Tavern is essentially a trading hub for trading intelligence, women, cards, etc. The wine table is also high-tech, and the lower right corner can be converted into a duel table with one click.

"Boss, I want to buy some cards."

Luo Bai came to the reception desk and said.

The receptionist was a dark, thin old man holding an e-cigarette in his mouth. He looked Luo Bai up and down, frowned, squeezed out thick wrinkles, pushed out a tablet and said coldly: "Choose for yourself."

Luo Bai took the tablet and flipped through a few pages.

His eyes were full of [old friends], and there was a flash of disappointment in his eyes.

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Struggle Progress: 8/30