C33 Golden Stand

The house looked intangible, but the land I stood on was real.

There was a sound in the house. I followed the sound and saw that it resembled a gambling den.

There were many men kneeling on the floor in front of the casino. They all looked like men in Chinese clothing, some were servants, some were officials. They were all trembling like the leaves on a tree.

There was a woman kneeling beside the fragrant wood chair in the corner.

I was startled. Wasn't this the woman in the coffin?

Right now, he was kneeling on the ground, not saying a word. He looked very angry and extremely helpless.

"Your Majesty, chenqie pleads with you to spare Jian'er! This chenqie only has this one son, I'm begging you! "

The woman spoke. Her voice was like a hundred spirits, yet it carried an obvious pleading tone as her head hit the ground loudly.

"You are the crown prince, if you don't focus on your studies, what would be the consequences of gambling here? The Grand Preceptor's daughter had also lost her life. "Since you like gambling so much, I'll give you a chance."

The one who spoke was a man wearing a dragon robe and his voice was loud like a bell. It sounded both powerful and chaotic. His hands were behind his back, his back was to me, but I could feel the anger in his eyes.

The emperor reprimanded a young man at the corner of the table.

The young man on his knees had his head down, and I couldn't see his face.

"Father, I was wrong. I don't dare to do it again. Please let me go this time." The young man kowtowed and begged the emperor to detour. He looked extremely pitiful and helpless as he trembled. It was evident that he was very afraid of the Royal Father that he spoke of.

The girl called Leng Yanqian also knelt on the ground. Her eyes were full of disappointment and resentment, but she couldn't hide her anxiety as a mother begging for mercy for her son.

"Mother, please bring me to say some good words to royal father. Please forgive me this time."

Mother? So the Jian she spoke of was her son.

Jian'er? Isn't that Liu Zhuang's eldest son? Legend has it that this Liu Jian's mother was unknown, and he passed away young. There were no children left behind.

Could the one kneeling on the ground be Liu Jian? And the one with her back facing me and her hair standing on end, is Liu Zhuang?

I burst through the empty air with my doubts. The scene gradually faded and became more and more blurry.

"Take my punishment for me …"

The young man suddenly looked up and smiled at me. I couldn't see his face.

Suddenly, Liu Jian disappeared. My body felt a chill, as if a soul had rushed into my body.

Then a coffin was brought in. The cold rose from the bottom of his feet. I was sucked into my body by that breath, choking on my breath. The cold Qi of the huge black coffin rushed over.

"I told you to gamble your life and death, but since you haven't made any progress, I'll leave you up for the heavens to decide." The one who spoke to me was Liu Zhuang.

His face was solemn and filled with righteousness. In the midst of the scattered images, I was able to see his appearance clearly. Solemnly and solemnly, it made me tremble all over.

Bang...

The door was forcibly shut, letting out a dull sound.

Before closing the door, I could clearly see that Leng Yanqian was calling out to me. His feelings were deep and his intentions heavy. I was at a loss for words. I could only blankly watch as she had a sorrowful and anxious expression on her face as she tried to pull me away from here.

"Jian-er! My Jian! "No!" The woman ran to the door.

Too late... The door was closed.

My heart tightened and I wiped away my tears. He looked around.

This restaurant had become real again. It was as if the ethereal scene had never happened.

Now it's just me and this coffin.

F * ck! Where is this place?

And that Liu Jian from before? Did it really fly into my body? What is his relationship with me? That woman clearly called me Jian'er just now. What is my relationship with her?

Suddenly, just as I was deep in my thoughts, the coffin moved.

My vigilant heartbeat quickened, and Lima ducked behind the pillar.

Only then did I remember what Liu Zhuang said about the "gold stall".

I know that.

Every generation had their own "gold gambling stalls", the biggest of which was the silver stalls. Some people even became rich because of this.

A few people made a bet and then found someone to compensate the dead man for the night.

Next to the coffin was a white cat and a white flag.

The black cat was psychic. It would awaken the dead, and at the same time, it would awaken the hatred and grievance of the dead. More people will die when the time comes. Therefore, it could only be a white cat.

Apart from the money, if one of the people being bet were to be named, if one of the people in the golden stand won, then the other person would be able to hold his head up high. And the loser will be dead for a long time.

There was a saying that made it so that one could never get rich again.

What exactly was the reason behind the death of Liu Jian, the man from Han Dynasty, so early? Could he be someone who was obsessed with the gold stall and was punished to death by Liu Zhuang in the end?

I wiped off my sweat. After thinking about it, I understood that the high ranking woman in the coffin had died because she was insulted by Liu Jian.

I was just unlucky that I was trapped in the illusion of a Blood Crow and even had to deal with the troubles of fighting and intelligence, but I didn't expect the coffin to let out a heavy sigh.

The voice of the wronged woman was young, but it carried a great injustice.

"Sigh …"

A sigh scared me so much that my whole body trembled.

The woman sat up in the coffin and stared at me in the darkness, hiding behind the pillar.

She wouldn't see me as the Liu Jian who killed her, right?

I suddenly ignored an important link...

Before the ethereal scene faded, I saw the faint figure of Liu Jian raising his face to speak to me. I can deduce from his appearance that he looks very similar to me.

At this moment, a mouse passed by. The white cat chased after him. He jumped over the coffin.

"Meow …"

After the white cat passed by, the coffin suddenly showed a great deal of resentment and immediately stood upright.

Under the dim and deathly light, the woman's green eyes flashed with a cold light. Her eyes were filled with resentment.

F * ck! Damn it!

It turned out to be a black cat. Some bastard had done something to it, painting it white.

"Liu Jian... You return me my chastity! "

The woman jumped up and threw herself at me.

Ah!" I screamed, and the woman grabbed my neck and tightened her grip. His ten fingers chilled to the bone.

I took out the Heavenly Crying and slashed at the girl's hand.

"I am not Liu Jian! I am not! " I shouted angrily as I stared at the girl.

She actually thinks of me as such a despicable crown prince. Although this Liu Jian had mysteriously died at a young age, his death was not unfair.

What right did such a rotten and useless prince have to ascend to the throne?

I am very angry with everyone for treating me as Liu Jian. And the real Liu Jian actually hid in my body.

I know this is an illusion.

However, the lady did not let go. She did not care about the Heavenly Crying in my hands, but wanted to strangle me to death.

My tongue sticks out, this woman's strength is too great after becoming a ghost.

I quickly operated the Genuine Qi until my face turned purple. I held in my last breath.

A strange thing happened...

My last Genuine Qi's attack actually bounced me out. The female ghost on the other hand, was the real Liu Jian.

"Ugh …"

His neck grew longer and longer, until his face finally turned purple.

And I saw clearly that this thing looked exactly the same as me, as if it had been split by a cell.

Then the man died and the door opened. After the woman had taken her revenge, she was filled with resentment and turned into a wisp of cyan smoke as she left.

Leng Yanqian rushed in and saw her son lying on the ground, crying her heart out.

Seeing this scene, I couldn't help but cry. Unstoppable flow.

I clearly felt her pain, as if I had done the wrong thing, causing my mother so heartbroken, making me feel guilty and remorseful.

Could it be that I was Liu Jian in my previous life? Leng Yanqian and I were a mother and son in a previous life? Liu Zhuang is my royal father?

There are so many connections, and I'm going to pull them out.

When I realized this, the scene blurred. I was dragged into a maelstrom.

Where was next? When will it be the end?