Chapter 315

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe simply checked the newly appeared corpse. This Mr. George, like Shalishali, was shot in the head at close range and killed. It seems the roulette game is still continuing.

The previous round of the game ended with Shalishali's death, and then the ghost started a new round. The dead person in the second round of the roulette game is George in front of him.

From the current point of view, the number of people chosen by the ghost at one time is actually not fixed, but will adaptively change according to the specific game rules. The reason why 5 people disappeared together this time is because the magazine capacity of a revolver is 6 rounds. 5 people plus 1 ghost is just enough to start a round of Russian Roulette.

However, in reality, 6 rounds is just a common specification. There are also special revolvers with a magazine capacity of more than 20 rounds on the market. If George was carrying that kind of special revolver, more than 20 people might have disappeared from the audience seats at once... Thinking of this, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's eyes finally had some changes.

"What's wrong?" Xia Yubing noticed Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's change in expression and asked hurriedly: "Did you think of something?"

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe didn't speak, just fished out a small stack of playing cards from his pocket: Ace of Hearts, Jack of Hearts, Queen of Hearts, King of Hearts. Big King, Little King, Spades... exactly those he searched from viewing box No. 5 where Diesel died before.

Like Shalishali and the others, Diesel seemed to be playing some kind of game with the ghost before he died. It's just that what Shalishali and the others played was Russian Roulette, while Diesel played some kind of poker game.

But what about Bayer? What game did he play with the ghost?

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe fanned out the playing cards in his hand with one hand and said: "Do you still remember Bayer's previous description? What contact did he have with the ghost before he died?"

Xia Yubing thought for a while: "Uh, he threw a punch at the ghost? Then his fist was grabbed by the ghost."

... Grabbed by the ghost?

As soon as the words came out, Xia Yubing was stunned for a moment and soon realized something: "Rock-paper-scissors? A guessing game?"

The fist Bayer threw at the ghost was regarded as "rock."

And the palm of the ghost that grabbed his fist was regarded as "paper."

"It should be like this. Bayer lost to the ghost in the guessing game, and the price was losing his own life."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stacked the playing cards again and continued: "If I were to give this ghost a nickname, I would call it—Gambling Ghost."

Playing rock-paper-scissors with Bayer. Playing poker with Diesel. Playing Russian Roulette with Shalishali and others... All the strange phenomena that have appeared in this theater so far are related to gambling.

Then it is very obvious that He Nianjun, who disappeared before, was likely also forcibly pulled into some kind of game with gambling nature by the Gambling Ghost, and lost in the gambling, with the almanac being lost as a bet.

But if explained this way, there is another new doubt:

Also gambling with the ghost, why were the bets of Diesel, Bayer, and Shalishali and others their own lives? While He Nianjun's bet was the almanac carrying the Zhaoyou rule?

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe looked at Shalishali, whose expression was a bit trance-like, and George, the corpse lying on the chair. The new dead person hadn't appeared yet, indicating that the third round of the roulette game hadn't produced a loser yet, but was in progress.

After all existing "players" die, it is time for the Gambling Ghost to open a new gambling game.

Thinking of this, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe already understood what he should do next.

Xia Yubing glanced sideways and saw him fish out an old book with a brown cover from his bosom. Looking at the cover, it was the "Bible." The Dai Ke family are all devout Christians, and most family members carry a Bible with them, and Fan Daike is no exception.

This Bible on Fan Daike's body is a hardcover book with hand-painted illustrations. The paper is smooth, the handwriting is clear, and corresponding paintings are matched next to some well-known religious scenes, such as: The Last Supper, Jesus being crucified, Saint George slaying the dragon, the birth of the Holy Infant, Jesus being baptized, etc.

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe flipped the Bible to the page where Jesus was crucified. The colorful illustration occupied a full page. The man nailed to the cross wore a crown of thorns, his body was pierced by a long spear, and blood flowed down the spear shaft. This spear is the famous Spear of Longinus in Christianity.

"Take it." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe handed the opened "Bible" to Xia Yubing, and immediately fished out a small knife from his bosom.

Xia Yubing took the book and looked down, only to see that Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's hand was covered with green jade-like scales at some point: "This..."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe stabbed the knife tip into his fingertip, and crimson blood droplets seeped out from between the snake scales, dripping onto the book page, dyeing the eyes of Jesus Christ on the cross red without any deviation.

Today suitable: 【Consecrating】

Speaking of consecrating, what ordinary people think of is sending objects like prayer beads, no-matter plaques, and pendants to temples and Taoist temples for some kind of ritual to endow them with supernatural power. But the term "consecrating" in the almanac has a more specific direction, which is: consecrating a statue of a god.

Religious believers worship statues of gods, but they are not worshiping the clay statues themselves, but the gods they represent.

Then when can a statue represent a god? The answer is after "consecrating."

In ancient times, craftsmen would not carve eyes when sculpting statues of gods and Buddhas. They had to wait until the statue was formed, choose an auspicious day, and hold a consecrating ritual by high-level clergy members to dot the eyes. Only after the consecrating ritual can the statue represent the god and accept the worship of believers.

And at this moment, Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe dripped his own blood, which is the Serpent God's blood, onto the eyes of the "Jesus Suffering Statue."

From this moment on, this Bible can represent the Serpent God and accept the worship of believers.

"You can worship this painting now and pray for blessings from the Jesus in the painting." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe said.

"Eh?" Xia Yubing was stunned: "But I don't believe in religion."

"The Pope of Rome doesn't believe in religion either." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe said lightly: "Be obedient, just worship."

"Alright." Xia Yubing nodded obediently: "What about you?"

"I have some things to deal with. You stay here and watch Shalishali."

Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe said, handed the playing cards in his hand to Xia Yubing, stepped out of the audience seats, and walked away while saying:

"Remember to pay attention to the new dead people here. After the 5 people who disappeared before all return to the real world, the Gambling Ghost will pull people to start a new gambling game again. You have a not-so-small possibility of being chosen, but believe me, as long as you sincerely sacrifice and pray for blessings, nothing big should happen."

"Gambling depends on luck. Do as I say, and your luck today will get better. It's best to carry this Bible around, and the effect will be even better."

Today suitable: Sacrificing, praying for blessings, lighting fire.

"That's it, see you later." Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe finished explaining the precautions and turned to leave.

With the life he bought from the God of Wealth twice before, and the luck improved by following the almanac, Xia Yubing should be able to wear out the Gambling Ghost here for a period of time without accidents. Taking advantage of this opportunity, there is one important thing he needs to confirm. That relates to whether he can get the almanac back from the Gambling Ghost.

Watching Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's back walk away and disappear into the darkness, Xia Yubing let out a long breath nervously, her heart pounding in her chest.

Following Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's instructions, she spread the Bible on the seat, imitated the appearance of Christians in movies she had seen before, bowed to the Jesus Suffering Statue, recited a few hymns stumbling, and prayed for grace from the Almighty Lord.

"No... that's not how you do it, ma'am." Shalishali saw this and reminded cautiously: "If you want to worship Christ, your etiquette needs to be more solemn. That kind of perfunctory hands-together will be considered disrespectful to the Lord. Mass isn't done like this..."

But I don't respect any Lord at all... Xia Yubing thought for a while and decided to listen to what this little girl had to say. Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe said before that sacrificing and praying for blessings to this book could improve her luck, but didn't say to what extent it would count as standard. She didn't know if her half-baked ritual counted as standard and would lead to the failure of "sacrificing" and "praying for blessings."

"Then you tell me, what is standard worship, uh... how is Mass done?" Xia Yubing asked.

Shalishali blinked and stood up, came to Xia Yubing's side, stood with her in front of the spread Bible, and said: "A standard Mass first requires singing hymns... this step can be omitted, then you need to make the sign of the cross on your chest, then repent our sins to Christ, and beg the Lord to forgive our sins..."

Xia Yubing listened in a daze, but still cooperated very well and followed the ritual process Shalishali said. It's just that there was a kneeling and bowing link at the end, which made her feel a bit uncomfortable in her heart. Kyushu people have some psychological barriers to kneeling and bowing.

But once she thought that Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's blood was dripped on this Jesus Suffering Statue, and she was actually worshiping him, once she thought of this, a humiliating scene of herself kneeling and bowing at Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe's feet as a slave couldn't help but emerge in Xia Yubing's mind. Her heart couldn't help but feel excited, her legs went soft, and she knelt down panting.

Shalishali on the side put her hands together and looked at Ms. Xia, who had knelt down at the speed of light, with some incomprehension. It's just a Mass, why is her face so red?

After finishing the Mass process, the two of them carried this Bible and walked around the audience seats a few times. After triggering "lighting fire," they returned to George's corpse.

Not a single mistake in the content, read it all!

When they returned, the third dead person of the roulette game had already appeared.

A female corpse with body temperature appeared on the seat next to Mr. George, with the same miserable state of death of being shot in the head, and a large area of splashed blood soaked the carpet deeper and deeper red.

"Ms. Anna..." Shalishali had dull eyes, staring straight at the new female corpse appearing on the seat, the whole person a bit trance-like.

Just yesterday, she was still living a carefree princess life in the New Moon Fertile Land, looking forward to the arrival of her 16th adulthood ceremony with full joy. However, in just one night, she first learned of her cruel life experience from her "parents," and after being sent to the auction block as an "item," she witnessed the occurrence of this strange event with her own eyes. People who were alive just now suddenly died in front of her one by one.

Life has its ups and downs, and it is no more than this.

Xia Yubing looked at the trance-like expression of the girl beside her. She was quite familiar with her state. She had a similar reaction when she was in Zanjue Town. The occurrence of strange events was too sudden, and the passing of life was too much of a child's play. It was difficult for anyone to adapt.

"Hmm... Ms. Xia?" Shalishali called out in a low voice.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just... I want to ask, just now that Mr. Dai Ke, you seem to be very familiar with him?"

Xia Yubing shook her head: "I would like to be familiar with him, but unfortunately the conditions don't allow it."

"I see..." Shalishali thought for a while and asked in a low voice again: "What will happen to us next?"

Xia Yubing spread her hands: "I don't know either."

Besides doing as Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe said, she had no other choice. Fortunately, Xia Yubing had already begun to get used to this.

The two were talking when suddenly a burst of hurried footsteps came from behind the audience seats. Turning their heads to look, it was that middle-aged man and his entourage who had left the audience seats first.

This middle-aged man seemed to be a noble. Xia Yubing glanced at the "forget-me-not" brooch on his chest and recognized that this was the crest of the "Ikes" family that Seeing Seeing Ning Zhe had told her about before.

During the chaos just now, this man surnamed Ikes and his entourage had run through every exit of the Saint-Golia Opera House. After finding that they couldn't get out no matter what, they ran back angrily, wanting to question Fursoles about what exactly happened.

But upon returning, they couldn't see Fursoles. They were only greeted by the empty audience seats and Xia Yubing and Shalishali holding the Bible.

Men of the Ikes family all pride themselves on being gentlemen, but this is not the time to talk about gentlemanly demeanor. Ikes and his entourage walked straight toward Xia Yubing, asking loudly while walking: "Where did that guy Milicato go?! Where is he?!"

Xia Yubing shook her head: "Don't know, probably ran away with others? I'm not sure where he is either."

This answer didn't exceed Ikes's expectations. He reached his hand toward his waist and asked again: "Since everyone has run away, why don't you run? Why are you still staying here?"

Xia Yubing frowned. She heard the subtext of this sentence: Do you know something?

In this situation, Ikes, who had nowhere to go, was unwilling to give up any possible clues.

Xia Yubing's gaze looked at the right hand of the middle-aged man surnamed Ikes resting on his waist. If there were no accidents, that hand should be holding a gun now.

"Really crazy..." Xia Yubing cursed in her heart, frowned and said: "I really don't know where Fursoles Milicato went. It's futile for you to ask me..."

Before the words fell, Ikes's right hand lifted abruptly, holding a Glock handgun with the safety off, aiming at Xia Yubing's head: "Don't make me ask a second time."

"Calm down, I really don't..."

Before the words fell, Ikes pulled the trigger.

Xia Yubing closed her eyes subconsciously, but the gunshot that should have rung out didn't ring as promised. Ikes widened his eyes, looking at the Glock handgun in his hand unexpectedly.

"Actually jammed?"

Is that prayer really useful?

There was no time to think too much. After the momentary accident, Xia Yubing immediately fished out a revolver from her bosom and pulled the trigger in Ikes's direction continuously. Six deafening gunshots then rang through the entire theater.

(End of this chapter)