Gambling Lord

The rivers and lakes are like an old gambling table covered with pulp. The snow water flowing on the glazed tiles of Hezhou Sijiu City cannot soften the golden dice embedded in the harbor hall. The so-called thousand skills are just the reflection of the ghosts of human hearts on the gambling table. When I was 11 years old, my father bet my eyes on the gambling table. When the dice rolled, I was taken away by a woman in a pool of my father's blood. She taught me a thousand skills and how to be a cold-blooded person. She said: When you reach the top, you are no longer betting on gold and silver, but on souls that can never be redeemed.