Rebirth in America

In a hidden casino in Chinatown, the lights are dim and the smoke is thick.

The noisy voices, the sound of shaking dice, and the sound of crackling chips are all mixed together to form a unique atmosphere. In this environment, human reason is blinded, the spirit is distorted, and the blood in the body flows rapidly.

Beside the largest table, an Asian man was staring intently at the dealer and other gamblers, trying to find any flaws in them. There was a very high stake piled up in front of him, roughly estimated to be hundreds of thousands of dollars.

They bet on five cards, also called stud.

The gameplay is very simple and clear. Use 28 playing cards and choose 8, 9, 10, j, q, k, a of four suits: spades, hearts, clubs, and diamonds to play the game. The number of players in the game can be 2 or 4.

This kind of gameplay is very about the struggle between people's hearts. The final winner gets all the chips on the table in this game. Once you make a wrong judgment, you are likely to lose all the money you have won before. On the contrary, with accurate judgment, it is possible to win all other people's money at once.

The game in front of them is the most critical game. The winner will get the final victory and the loser will get nothing.

"Open the cards quickly! Open the cards quickly!"

"Wow, three aces plus a pair of tens! This is awesome, I'm afraid no one will win!"

"Haha, I think you must have lost, look at my four 8s!"

"Hey, boy over there, do you want to play cards?"

Crazy old man did not come out to gamble in his true colors, but the gamblers were already familiar with this Asian man. Because you can always see him appearing in this casino during this time.

Lao Ba glanced at the other party coldly, and before he could speak, someone had already squeezed in next to him.

The man leaned over and whispered a few words in Lao Ba's ear.

Crazy old man slapped his cards on the table and said loudly: "Have you discovered his traces?"

The other gamblers, no matter what important matters he had, clamored for him to finish the game before leaving.

"Open the cards quickly!"

"Yes, if you don't open the cards, you will be sentenced to give up!"

The crazy old man chuckled and turned over the cards he slapped on the table. Someone immediately exclaimed: "Flush!"

Yes, the card in Lao Ba's hand is a straight flush of spades. This time, all other people's cards were compared.

"Put away all the chips on the table. They are all given to you!" Crazy old man patted the person who reported the message. In his opinion, instead of spending time picking up chips to exchange for money, it would be better to settle his affairs as soon as possible. Done.

The messenger was delighted. He quickly handed the note in his hand to Lao Ba. Written above is the location where the target last appeared.

After getting the required information. The crazy old man walked straight out of the casino without looking back. He looks calm on the outside, but in fact the flames of hatred have already been burning in his heart.

Just wait then. Finally the chance for revenge came.

Although the organization's superiors warned him not to seek trouble for Alex again. But he didn't say that Wang Long couldn't be found. In his eyes, it was this guy who killed Kane.

As long as Wang Lung is killed, it can be regarded as revenge for Kane.

At this time, Alex, who transformed into a king dragon, was in a small town in southern Louisiana. The climate here is humid and rainy, and it is an area where swamps and river valleys intersect.

As soon as he arrived in the town, Alex noticed that the people here were a little different.

From the appearance alone, they are very normal, no different from ordinary Americans.

However, from a mental and soul level, it seems that the people here have various problems deep in their hearts. They are either extremely manic or extremely depressed.

Manic people are prone to making irreversible mistakes impulsively, and usually many murderers are this type of people.

Gloomy people are prone to self-pity and self-pity, and are prone to commit suicide once they encounter setbacks.

There are actually many such people, and Alex often encounters such people in New York City.

At the beginning, he was only vaguely aware of other people's emotions, but gradually he found that he could understand the other person's psychological state more deeply.

In his eyes, those with strong hearts feel like a hard stone. A positive person feels like a flame to him. A manic and restless person feels like a monster that chooses and devours people at any time. A gloomy person feels like a black mist of various shapes to him.

Generally speaking, normal people will also have various emotional changes, but they are only temporary feelings and will soon be reversed and corrected. As for being in that abnormal state all the time, that's very abnormal.

In a big city, it's okay to encounter one or two people out of ten who are in such an abnormal state. It is considered a relatively common thing.

But in a small town, everyone has problems of one kind or another, which is very strange.

"It seems that this town has something unknown!" Alex thought to himself.

When he was about to walk into a simple restaurant, he suddenly discovered that there were bright red lines at the door, which were sprinkled with a special kind of red powder.

He stared at the red line for a while, unsure whether to go in or not.

He knew that this was a witchcraft created by the owner of the house to protect the people inside. It was a barrier to prevent some evil wizards from walking in. It is said that wizards with malicious intentions cannot pass this line, otherwise they will suffer dire consequences.

"Young man! You don't have to be afraid, this kind of thing is ineffective on you!"

A black woman passed by him and noticed Alex looking at the red line. She explained kindly: "As long as you don't believe it or have no ill intentions towards the people in the house, just go in!"

Alex looked at the woman and was surprised to find that the feeling emanating from her was completely different from the others. Most of the people here are people who are manic or gloomy inside, but the black woman in front of them doesn't feel that way at all, and she doesn't look like stone or fire either. It's more like water.

Gentle and friendly, well that's what it feels like.

Alex followed the woman and walked in. Inside was a black man with a gloomy face. Even ordinary people could tell that he was in a bad mood.

The black woman calmly said to the black man: "Sandor, have you not done what I asked you to do?"

"No!"

"Then what do you think?"

"I will never sell this store to you, so you're going to die with this mental arithmetic!"

The black man stared at the woman fiercely, almost ready to attack her. I heard the black woman sigh and say, "Okay, whatever you want to do! But what you have... is not easy to deal with!"

She was speaking. Suddenly I remembered that there was an outsider beside me. So he deliberately spoke vaguely and left without finishing.

By this time, Alex had almost figured out what conflicts and disputes the two of them had. It seems to be related to this shop. But what he didn't understand was. Why when the owner has cast a spell on the house. Why can this black woman still walk in?

When he asked this question to the black man, he was stunned for a moment. Then he said with a sullen face: "This is none of your business, get out of here!"

After saying that, the black man also turned into the kitchen and never came out again. However, another younger black woman appeared. She seemed to be a waiter in this restaurant or someone else.

Alex, who was asking for trouble, rubbed his nose and was about to leave here and go find food elsewhere.

"This guest, you seem to know something about our black people's witchcraft?" the black woman said.

"Oh, I can't say I understand it. It's just that a black friend of mine is studying this, and he told me about this witchcraft barrier that protects against evil. But..."

"But what you saw was different from what you imagined, right?"

Alex nodded and said, "Maybe the woman just now didn't mean any harm, maybe I was wrong..."

The young black woman sneered: "You are not mistaken, she is the one who cast the witchcraft spell on my father, and she is also my father's sister. She competes with my father for the family inheritance, which is what you see This hotel.”

"Ah? Then why can't the barrier to protect against evil keep her out?"

"Maybe you don't know much about witchcraft. The barrier that protects against evil actually has limitations. It is indeed effective for those who have evil thoughts. For people like my aunt who are proficient in witchcraft, they only need to You can break it by adjusting your emotions.”

After hearing this explanation, Alex immediately became interested. After discussing the matter with the black woman, he realized that the original barrier to protect against evil could only determine whether the person entering was malicious. If you are like the black woman just now, you can adjust your mood first and then clear away your evil thoughts, then you can walk in and out at will.

"So, this witchcraft is actually aimed at the identification of the human spirit?" Alex thought to himself.

He ordered some food from the black woman and then asked about Justice and the white family.

"Are you talking about the Post family?" the black woman asked.

The Post family are the white owners that Justifa serves, and they seem to be quite famous in this town. When Alex asked for a name, the other person immediately realized who he was referring to.

"Yes, did you know that the Post family has a black servant, Justifa?" Alex asked.

The black woman bit her lip, looked around, and whispered: "Sir, don't ask loudly about the Post family and Justifa in a place like this. This is a taboo here. !”

"Taboo? Why?" Alex continued to ask, but this time the black woman refused to speak again.

Seeing this, of course Alex couldn't give up easily. He thought for a while, took out a wad of bills from his pocket and put it into the woman's hand.

"Just tell me what you know and the money will be yours."

This stack of banknotes is almost more than a thousand dollars, which is already a huge amount of money for ordinary people in this era. The black woman was indeed a little surprised, and her eyes showed a wavering look. After a while, she finally succumbed to the charm of money and pulled Alex to a deserted corner.

There were very few people in this store, at least Alex didn't see anyone coming to eat. He felt that the black woman was doing this. It's really unnecessary. However, he did not resist, but walked to the corner very cooperatively.

"Don't tell others that I told you!" the young black woman said in her first sentence.

Alex nodded. He was not a talkative person, and he was not likely to have anything to do with the people in this small town. How could he go and tell others such things.

After receiving Alex's assurance, the black woman told everything she knew.

It turns out that the Post family once made their fortune by selling black slaves, and they were once the owners of this land. However, because of their cruel methods, many black slaves soon fled or resisted, and soon their families were in ruins. To make matters worse, the Civil War came. The family sent many relatives to fight in the war. As a result, they all died, and only the current lineage remained.

When the Post family came into contact with black slaves, they were also dubious about black witchcraft, before Justifa became their servant. Many witchcraft altars and so on have been set up in the manor.

As for Justifa. When I first arrived in town. He appears as a master of witchcraft. He soon attracted the attention of the locals, especially the Post family, who paid more attention to him and invited him to the manor as a guest for a period of time.

"What I didn't expect was that Justice, who was originally a distinguished guest, would actually become a slave and join the Post family!"

"How did I hear that Justifa fell in love with a black maid of the Post family, so he was willing to be a slave?"

The black woman didn't know much about such an abnormal thing. She could only express her own point of view: "What I heard was that Justina was witchcrafted by others, so that he had to become someone else's slave."

"Is it such an exaggeration? No matter how talented Justifa is, the Post family doesn't have to accept him as a servant, right?"

Alex said that he did not believe in this view. Could it be that Justifa was a witchcraft genius or had great value, so the Post family made such a big effort to conquer such a person? servant?

Regarding this question, the black woman explained: "You may not know much about the power of witchcraft. You must know that a witchcraft master like Justina is a talent that is rare to see in a hundred years."

"Forget it, you better go on!" Alex still didn't believe it, but he didn't dwell on it.

"Then Justifa worked hard for the Post family, but he didn't expect that his efforts would bring greater suspicion. Because his witchcraft was too powerful, the owner of the Post family was very suspicious of him. I was very worried. Justifa, who was mentally prepared, secretly cursed the male master of the Post family to death, and not long after, he was also cursed and paralyzed by the members of the Post family..."

"Then why can't we talk about them?"

"It is said that the soul of the master of the Post family is wandering in the town. If anyone dares to talk about the Post family, it will bring misfortune. I have heard of several such things. What a hateful white man. Even if you die, you will still make things difficult for us!"

What is going on? Why is it completely different from the information Alex investigated. If he hadn't met the black woman in front of him by chance, he might have already suspected that she was sent by the enemy. Thinking of this, Alex thought about it and planned to copy the other party's puppet to see if he could find any problems.

He touched the other person's body for an excuse, then said goodbye, got up and left, found a hidden place to sit down, and entered the spiritual space.

Inside the space, a puppet of a black woman has been activated. He asked a few questions, and then checked the other party's memory, and it turned out to be similar to what he had just asked. However, in the process of describing it, the black woman deliberately modified the story of Justifa and added some of her own opinions.

"Maybe this is a rumor circulating in the local area. In the process of spreading, it has lost its original appearance. It seems that I still have to find an opportunity to sneak into the Post Manor."

After making up his mind, Alex stopped going to the town to inquire about the Post family. He found a small hotel and asked for a room there to stay.

During his time in the small town, he gradually figured out why the people here were in a very bad mental state. It turned out that they had always been exposed to witchcraft-related things. For example, witchcraft books, witchcraft legends, witchcraft items, etc., in the process of contact, will have a subtle impact on their spirit. Some people will involuntarily learn about it and use it in their daily lives. .

Generally speaking, witchcraft is a double-edged sword that hurts others first.

Those who can truly master witchcraft, UU Reading www.uukanshu． net will not be harmed by witchcraft. For example, like the black woman, she can control witchcraft well and use it to deal with other people. More people are like Chuck and Little Richard. They are a typical negative example. They made themselves sick before using witchcraft.

After talking to so many people about witchcraft and seeing witchcraft victims in person, Alex had a general guess about this kind of thing. He believes that witchcraft is not only a psychological suggestion, but also involves things at the soul level.

Although he was unable to use witchcraft, he had a way to defend himself against witchcraft, which was to build a thick barrier outside his own mind so that harmful witchcraft could not cause harm at the soul level.

"Just like that black woman, she must have a way to protect her soul, otherwise, she would not be as healthy and safe as she is now."

Alex wants to find this woman, copy her soul information, and learn some witchcraft secrets from it.

But he didn’t know where the other party lived. In the black woman’s memory, the woman had moved away from her original place and no longer lived in a small town. (To be continued...)