The sound of dice rolling came again, tears filled Li Yuan's eyes as he looked tremblingly at Wei Wu, still unable to control his body from leaving the gambling table.
Underfoot was Ding Yuan's corpse, his grinning face with sunken cheekbones staring at Li Yuan.
In the last round he lost, he definitely lost something, but he still doesn't know what it is, this unknown fear is harder to endure than dying directly.
Not far away, Wei Wu quickly contemplated, looking at Xue Er and Ma Zi, "Did you bring the Substitute Death Grassman?"
Though unwilling, the two nodded.
In the Evil Suppression Bureau, as long as the merit points are enough, everyone will prioritize exchanging for the Substitute Death Grassman, which is a life-saving item.
Wei Wu called the two to the side, whispered about the current situation, "Now the whole gambling house is under the control of this 'Gambling Ghost,' it seems we must follow the ghost's rules and win a gamble to escape the gambling house."
