"At the first time, you can choose whether to bet on a big or small scale or Russian roulette. No matter what you bet, I will accompany you!" He looked at Song Qingwen with confidence on his head.

In the life creed with big back head.

Men may not be lustful, wine, or delicious food, but they will never be able to be gamble.

The so-called bad gambling is just not worthy of money to put on the gambling table.

Get it for nothing... and even seeking the ever-changing ups and downs of destiny in an instant are the most fascinating.

"Black-to-betting psychology, sex gambling skills, Russian roulette is the gambling life." Song Qingwen said slowly.

After learning modern civilization knowledge for so long, Song Qingwen couldn't even distinguish these three things.

"So you bet on your life?" asked, looking at Song Qingwen with his head back. He tore a candy from his palm and stuffed it into his mouth.

Song Qingwen shook his head: "No! I bet your eyes can see your complete butt with your own eyes."

The smile on the big back head froze.

Then he said, "It's interesting! It's so interesting!"

"Can there be such a gambling method?"

"Okay! I'll bet with you."

“What is your bet?”

He asked Song Qingwen with his big back.

"What do you want?" Song Qingwen asked back.

Big back head said, "I want your courage. If you lose your courage, you will mortgage it to the castle. From now on, you will be a brave rat."

Song Qingwen nodded and recognized the bet.

The next moment, Big Back Head picked up the revolver on the table.

It was shot at his chin.

Just like the three gambling methods he proposed can be "cheated", he can also cheat on the gambling methods proposed by Song Qingwen himself.

However, with the big back head's hands, Song Qingwen's move was faster.

The wind, which was compressed to the extreme, turned into a broken knife.

Before the bullet hits the jaw of the big back head, cut off its head first.

The flying head was raised high, and I saw the headless body that happened to be lying on the gambling table.

The huge butt was also full of sight.

"I lost!" The big-backed head fell to the ground, and was stomped on by Song Qingwen who was passing by.

Big back head thinks he is best at gambling.

Therefore, we must pull Song Qingwen into his own "rhythm" and use what he is good at to restrain what Song Qingwen is not good at.

However, Song Qingwen used his own way to do it.

He only used one blow of the wind knife.

And this is exactly what Song Qingwen is good at.

It has nothing to do with gambling skills.

The strength and skills of that knife were just right.

The right power made the head with the big back head fly up, and a quick and neat knife made his brain lose consciousness due to pain or loss of physical supplies.

After passing through the casino on the third floor, Song Qingwen went up to the fourth floor.

There is a large indoor swimming pool on the fourth floor.

Beside the swimming pool, there were several beauties in swimsuits with impeccable figures, skin and appearance, playing in the swimming pool. In the fitness equipment area next to them, there were also beauties wearing thin clothes and sparse fabrics, sweating and doing various sports.

When the angular muscles roll sweat beads under the light, and the toned body exudes a sexy temptation, it seems that people can't help but stay on them.

When Song Qingwen walked in, they invited Song Qingwen.

This obviously has no effect.

Under the sparkling water, transparent ice skates were sandwiched between the women's thighs.

Deadly weapon, hidden in invisible places.

There were already poisonous snakes hidden in people's caves. The fitness girls also stopped moving, and guns and explosives were hidden in those sports equipment.

This place is not a powder cave, but clearly a white bone cave.

Song Qingwen raised an index finger.

Then connect the index finger.

It was like shooting, and the strong wind popped out of his fingers. Before these women attacked, they were killed in advance.

Song Qingwen did not see the danger hidden underwater.

But it did not prevent him from clearing these "obstacles".

"Tsk! It's getting boring!" Song Qingwen slowly walked past the swimming pool that had been dyed bright red, and let out a mocking sigh.

He even deliberately slowed down.

Give the main messenger behind this castle more time to prepare.

Finally, Song Qingwen arrived at the fifth floor.

This is already the highest level of the castle.

The castle is large, but the number of layers is not high.

There seem to be many rooms on the fifth floor.

Song Qingwen did not push open any door, just walking alone in the empty and dark corridor.

The monotonous footsteps hit the ground and corridors. The sounds that came out would make ordinary people creepy, but they would not move Song Qingwen at all.

He came to the deepest room.

The door to the room opened by itself.

A man wearing a burgundy suit, dark green curly hair, and clown makeup on his face is playing the piano.

The strange and inexplicable piano sound flowed out from the clown's fingertips.

Song Qingwen felt the mania and surging of the "monster" power in his body.

"Pure Black Messenger?" Song Qingwen asked.

The clown's piano sound was a pause.

Then he slowly closed the piano cover, pushed open the stool and stood up.

"Pure Black Messenger?"

"perhaps···!"

"But I think I am justice! What do you think?" The clown seemed to grin and asked Song Qingwen.

He turned his back to Song Qingwen and came to a table.

Then I opened a folder.

There is a contract letter in the folder.

"Take up what you cherish... anything you can do. You can become the owner of this castle."

"You can take away anything from anyone, including their lifespan, emotions and even souls through contracts. You will become God or devil... Who knows? You can make this place freely into your ideal appearance. In this castle, any of your will will be implemented, whether it is food, guns, ammunition, or something else, something more interesting."

"You will all get them." The clown said to Song Qingwen.

Song Qingwen revealed his true emotions for the first time at this time.

After entering this castle, my mood had a real fluctuation for the first time.

"Including large particle colliders, p4-level laboratories, and various high-tech research equipment?" Song Qingwen asked.

The clown was stunned.

He had no idea that what Song Qingwen asked about was this.

"perhaps···!"

"Don't you want to try it yourself?" The clown reached out and pointed at the table and the contract book on the table.

Song Qingwen's emotions fluctuated more intensely.

But it calmed down quickly.

“It’s old-fashioned, but very practical.”

"To be honest, I didn't use this set more than a hundred years ago. But I didn't expect that one day, I would be moved by it."

"Some people believe in the credit of the evildoers when they see the contract. They believe that with the guarantee of the contract, the evildoers will keep their promises. But in the eyes of the real evildoers, the contract itself is a trap, and the true ferocity is hidden in the seemingly fair contract book."

Song Qingwen said as he walked over and picked up the contract letter on the table.

Then shake with your hands.

Thick paper cracked from the middle.

A thin piece of paper flew lightly.

"The routine is a little older, and the most important thing is that it works. But the usage is a little naive, and you still have to learn it!"
Chapter completed!