Jiraiya's Heroic Stories: Genshin Impact

However, before Orochimaru could do that, the ghost guy took the lead and took down his dice cup, and then he once again showed his confident smile.

After Jiraiya followed suit and pressed the dice cup, the traveler finally managed to control his arm and pressed the dice cup unsteadily.

The ghost continued, "Whether the game continues or not is decided by the person with the most chips on the field. So, I say you will all lose your lives here. Be the one behind me!"

"Seventh clap? What is he doing?! Why? Is that old man blind?"

The traveler stared at Orochimaru in extreme surprise, because at this moment Orochimaru actually swaggered over the table and turned over the dice cup of the ghost man next to him, exposing all the points in the cup to everyone's sight.

The ghost turned a blind eye, his eyes still staring straight ahead, even though he could clearly see Orochimaru's laughing face in that direction. But he didn't move at all.

At this moment, the place was in chaos, as if they were protesting against Orochimaru's cheating without being punished. However, everyone was talking at the same time, and it was hard to tell what they were talking about.

But after only a short while of noise, several of the guys who were making the most noise were shot through the head by hidden arrows from nowhere!

Then, a voice suddenly came from the top floor, loud enough to cover the entire place: "Quiet! No one is allowed to interfere with the gambling!"

The whole place fell silent instantly, no one wanted to be the first to stand out, even though this was the dark side of Liyue. And the outcome was still unknown.

The foreigner's points were clearly seen by the people present. "Two threes, one five, purple, purple, purple." A flush pair!

"What are they arguing about?" the foreigner asked in confusion.

"Nothing! Maybe they are cheering because you are going to let them win money~" Orochimaru said jokingly, but the clapping action of his left hand never stopped.

"He hits seven more times. Him? You? Who?" The traveler seemed to have been counting Orochimaru's beats. Why did he count? When did he count? How come he didn't know?

After tapping the dice fourteen times, Jiraiya next to the ghost man actually silently opened his dice cup and exposed the points to everyone.

"Two ones, one five, white, blue, blue."

It was an extremely average score, but it seemed pretty good for Jiraiya's gambling luck, but it was still far inferior to that of the ghost man.

Just when everyone was still wondering why Jiraiya wanted to expose his points.

This guy seemed to be deliberately trying to play tricks on the white man. Along with the sound of Orochimaru's left hand slapping the table, Jiraiya's hands were like precision instruments.

It actually happened just before Orochimaru's seventh slap.

After placing the six dice into two threes, one six, and three purples, they were immediately covered back. It was just a little bigger, pressing the defense line in people's hearts.

"Hey! Maggot, have you thought enough? It's time to place your bet!"

The ghost guy urged impatiently. Only then did the traveler and Paimon come back to their senses from the shock. It seemed like a lot of things had happened, but in fact only half a minute had passed?

Come to think of it, when did Jiraiya and Orochimaru, two mortal enemies, develop such a tacit understanding?

Perhaps they should have had such a tacit understanding, but time has changed and so many things and people have changed.

The traveler finally caught up with their thoughts. After stretching, he said casually, "I see. I'm betting fifty."

Only Paimon was still confused. He pulled the Traveler in a panic and shouted, "Traveler! Are you crazy? Fifty Mora, you will hurt everyone!"

"Hahahaha! You maggots! What can I say about you? Is that all?"

The ghost man still spoke confidently. However, no matter how this old man behaved, no matter how arrogant and domineering he was.

The travelers didn't care anymore and looked at the old man in front of them as if he were a dead person.

The foreigner also threw in fifty chips, then crossed his arms and waited for the game to continue.

The next player, Orochimaru, was in a playful mood at the moment. He supported himself with his hands on the seat, hung on the rope, stuck out his tongue, and stared at the white man opposite with a smile.

Uncle Snake's behavior is becoming more and more confusing...

"Ah? Oh! I'm also blindly following you, I'm kidding, hahaha! I give up. Oh, I really want to experience this feeling of being oppressed by death!

It’s just a pity, maybe this game was not equal from the beginning, until we see it from the perspective of punishment.”

As Orochimaru spoke, he actually loosened his hands and hung himself on the rope.

"This..." Even the white ghosts couldn't help but feel ashamed when they saw Orochimaru's actions. Is this guy probably having some serious brain disease?

The ghost man was lost in thought, but Jiraiya beside him continued to speak indifferently as if nothing had happened: "Nothing to watch, follow fifty."

At this moment, Orochimaru fluttered on the rope for a few times and then swung back to his seat.

"Ahem! This is so boring. Ah? Don't worry about me, just continue." Orochimaru just coughed slightly and returned to the game.

It's really impossible to communicate with these lunatics. There is reason to suspect that his two coughs were purely acting.

The ghost was stunned by Orochimaru's actions. After a long time, he regained his cunning look and stared at the pitiful chips in Jiraiya's hand and asked:

"You don't have enough chips, right? Do you know the rules here? If you want to fight for this last time, you have to leave something behind~

You see, the one over there cut off his tongue, that one cut off five fingers, oh oh, that one owed a little too much. He cut off his vital organs in public!"

The ghost pointed at the corpses that had died in horrible ways and described them vividly. After a while, he suddenly changed the subject and stared at Jiraiya and asked:

"Well, young man, are you ready to leave something behind? Of course, you can redeem it if you win, but whether you can connect it is another matter."

The foreigner seemed extremely excited at this moment, and his expression reminded the traveler of the guy "Doctor" Dotore.

It seemed that only death and pain could arouse their interest. As they spoke, they took out a sharp dagger from their clothes and threw it in front of Jiraiya.

Jiraiya did not pick up the dagger, but took a medical record from Orochimaru. It seemed to have been covered in dust for a long time, and it smelled of sand.

"Now am I qualified? Abbas, or should I say Patient No. 9."

(There, you can get the achievement "Flying Hospital")

When he heard the name, the foreigner stood up straight with trembling body as if by reflex, and immediately shouted: "Here!"

"It's so sad that thirty years have passed and I still haven't woken up from this nightmare."

Orochimaru on the side suddenly spoke, and stared at the trembling ghost with his sinister snake eyes.

It turns out that he has been imitating Dotore from more than 30 years ago!

"Hmm? It seems that we have been discovered." Dr. Dotore said nonchalantly on the sea monster.

The pain that a human being suffers throughout his life is nothing to him.

(Probably, not much can be understood at the moment? I've been busy recently, so I wrote it in a hurry. I hope I can explain it clearly later...

Also, I will try my best to update twice a day next month, please don’t abandon me.)