Time travel has no future, the peasant girl just wants to farm and get rich

The pressure on the seat increased, and Su Shichang felt like he was being pressed tightly by an invisible force, as if it was going to completely defeat him.

His heartbeat seemed to get louder and louder, almost drowning out the noise around him.

He clenched his fists, trying to resist the oppressive feeling, but no matter how hard he tried, he felt like he couldn't breathe.

Su Shichang's eyes gradually lost focus, and his thoughts fell into chaos.

When he thought back on his past, he recalled how he had transformed from a mediocre little person to the down-and-out gambler he is today.

He originally thought that gambling would bring him wealth and glory, but he did not expect that it would be an endless nightmare.

The bets on the gambling table continued, and Su Shichang stared at his dice in confusion.

He didn't know how to place his bet, and his mind was too consumed by fear to make a rational decision.

He could feel every muscle in his body trembling, his forehead was soaked, and the sour sweat soaked through his clothes.

Thinking that his luck had been ruined for seven or eight games, this one would definitely make a comeback, so he said tremblingly:

"I want to bet half of my silver on this one." Su Shichang's voice trembled. He did not dare to look up at the dealer's expression, for fear that his anxiety would be noticed by the other party.

He could only hear his own heartbeat, which was so clear and heavy, as if a heavy hammer was hitting his head.

Pushing out half of the silver beside him to bet, he continued to wait in fear to take it.

After a while, when the dealer's number was two points higher than his, he couldn't accept it and said:

"How could this happen? I've obviously lost nine games in a row, so why do I still lose this one?"

Su Shichang's psychological torture continued to intensify, and he felt that his will was gradually defeated.

His fingers were weak and trembling on the last piece of silver, as if in the process of placing the bet, he was losing everything about himself, losing his dignity, losing his reason, and losing his freedom.

In the last game, Su Shichang could not get rid of this trouble no matter what. His hands were shaking, unable to place the silver in the betting area. His eyes were empty and blank, as if he saw his life disappearing bit by bit on the gambling table.

But he was unwilling to lose so much money and continued.

He felt that his body was controlled by an invisible force, and he could only be at the mercy of this force, like a walking corpse.

All the money in front of the gambling table no longer existed, and Su Shichang's eyes were empty and confused.

His life seemed to be pushed to the edge of a cliff. He felt that he had nowhere to escape and could no longer look back.

Su Shichang's body felt as if a huge force had strangled his throat, and his breathing became extremely difficult.

He felt that the shadow of death was gradually surrounding him, and his heart was beating rapidly, as if it was about to stop beating.

Finally, Su Shichang lowered his head, his eyes losing focus. He closed his eyes, waiting for death to come and the end of everything.

However, darkness did not come. Su Shichang slowly opened his eyes and found that he was still standing next to the gambling table.

His body was shaking and his clothes were soaked with sweat, but he was still alive.

"All distinguished guests, please place your bets and leave."

"I'm going to bet all this time." Su Shichang's voice was trembling. He was already weak and his whole body was limp, and sweat was dripping from his forehead.

He actually stared at the last game. When his own score was five and the dealer's was the highest six, he suddenly sat limply on the ground, muttering to himself with red eyes:

"No, how could this happen? How could I lose? I'm not willing to accept it. I just won several thousand yuan, how could I lose it all in just a dozen games?"

The gambler next to him saw Su Shichang who was lying limply on the ground and looked embarrassed. He kindly helped him up and comforted him:

"Brother, I have experienced this situation before. It's no big deal if I come back next time to make a comeback."

After saying that, I ignored him and continued to place my bets.

Su Shichang couldn't imagine that he had lost all his money. He was not willing to accept it. He wanted to get his money back. He wanted to win back more money.

Thinking that I had just given a few friends one hundred taels of silver notes each, they might have won money? Then there must be no problem in gambling with some of your own capital, right?

Several friends he once thought were close to him were sitting at the tables opposite him. They looked at Su Shichang's defeated expression, with proud smiles in their eyes.

They secretly laughed at his misfortune, as if Su Shichang's pain was a kind of enjoyment in their eyes.

Su Shichang gritted his teeth and made a decision in his heart. He decided to take a little money from these gangsters so that he could continue to place bets.

He thought in his mind that as long as he could get a little principal, he would be able to reverse the situation and win back his own wealth.

He slowly walked up to a friend, stretched out his trembling hands, and begged: "Brother Yang, can you help me? Give me fifty taels first, and I swear I will pay it back to you."

"Brother Su, I'm really sorry. I just lost and only had ten cars left. You can ask the other two!"

After saying that, he ignored him and continued to place his bets.

Su Shichang's request was rejected, and he gritted his teeth in discomfort. These bastards were so generous to him that he gave them so much money. None of them could be trusted at the critical moment.

These friends who used to drink and have fun with him now treat him lukewarmly and even look at him with ridicule.

Su Shichang felt a sense of despair, and his world began to become dark.

He saw one of them pretending to stand up and said in a mocking tone: "Su Shichang, you are just a gambler like us now. Do you think we will give you money? We have almost lost, but you are still Go home obediently."

Hearing these words, Su Shichang's heart was torn. He felt sweat dripping from his body, soaking his clothes. He felt like an abandoned animal, without any hope.

Tears quickly overflowed from his eyes. He lowered his head silently and turned around to leave the gambling table.

He is no longer the young man full of fantasy, his mind has been completely corrupted by this casino.

When Su Shichang walked past another table in the casino, he felt himself being blown by the cold wind, as if he had been abandoned by fate.

His vision blurred and his steps became heavy. He couldn't accept such failure and betrayal, and he began to think about how to make a comeback.

None of these friends can be trusted, and the last one has not asked. He is ready to finish asking. If it really doesn't work, he can only make a comeback on his own.