Help! This savior is too stupid!

The gambler still had one good news and one bad news in front of him.

The good news was that Zhuyeqing was controlled by the newspaper.

The bad news was that Nanliang was also controlled...

And now, what should I do as the only one who can move?

"Don't poop, you're almost pooping all over your trouser pocket."

The gambler shook the Eighth God General awake and looked at him seriously,

"What should we do now?"

"Fuck!"

After waking up, the Eighth God General screamed, "Who put shit in my trouser pocket?!"

The gambler:......

The Eighth God General, who was full of shit, simply dealt with it and figured out the situation in front of him.

"In other words, they were both reading the newspaper, and after reading the newspaper, they regained their ability to move?"

"That's right."

"Fuck, what's the difference between this and waiting to die?"

The Eighth God General shook his head, indicating that he had no good ideas either.

"Since you don't have any ideas, then listen to me... ok?"

A smile appeared on the gambler's face, and the Eighth God General felt bad.

Others may not know the depth of the gambler, and the Eighth God General does not know either.

However, for the top group of people in the Pure Land, the gambler may not be good enough, and he is a little bit worse in all aspects.

However, the gambler is not as simple as he looks.

This guy is very fond of gambling, and his methods are also...unbelievable.

The last time the Eighth God General saw a person with a physique like the gambler, he was a guy called Du Fu in his impression.

However, Du Fu has disappeared for a long time, most likely dead.

The gambler always loses every time he gambles, and even wants to compete with the Emperor of the Sky to see whether he is more powerful, or he is more powerful, and he always loses every time he gambles.

The gambler expressed his thoughts,

"Regarding the ghost reading the newspaper, I have heard the Ghost Emperor mention this before. There seems to be a ghost in Fengdu with a similar situation."

"Go to Fengdu and find the ghost wearing glasses and reading the newspaper on the bench. Ask him if he has any good ideas."

The gambler's suggestion was very good, but the eighth god asked back,

"Why should I go? Why don't we go together? Why don't you go?"

The god now seemed to have turned into a hundred thousand whys, and was outputting crazily.

The gambler said, "We must act separately. The Pure Land is short of manpower now."

"What if we are defeated one by one?"

"Look at what you said. We don't have much direct combat power when we get together..."

"Fuck..."

The eighth god had to admit that what this guy said made some sense.

"I can go, but don't think of any crooked ideas. I warn you, Jiang Bai is not a good person..."

In the end, the eighth god still flapped his wings and left.

As soon as Nima left, the gambler was ready to make trouble.

He stood beside Nan Liang and explained in a low voice,

"Actually, I have seen this newspaper. I have a method that is more dangerous and can restore the ability of one of you to move, but I can't control the target."

"If you agree, keep quiet. If you don't agree, kill Zhuyeqing."

Nan Liang:......

The gambler counted to three seconds. Since Zhuyeqing was still alive, it meant that Nan Liang agreed with his plan!

"Let's bet..."

He took out the dice and blew a breath in his hand,

"What kind of child cries every day? Whose gambler loses every day!"

As he said, he threw the dice out, muttering,

"Big! Big! Big!"

The dice rolled on the ground for several circles, and finally, a red dot faced up.

A little.

Small.

The newspaper in the sky sank, and Nan Liang's body became illusory little by little, and finally disappeared, and a figure who looked like Nan Liang appeared on the page of the newspaper.

On the other side, Zhuyeqing, who had just been controlled for a while, was rubbing his neck at this moment, with his brows slightly wrinkled.

"Hiratsuka... What a nuisance..."

Anything that has anything to do with that guy is bound to be bad.

Even if he has lost his memory, even if he is no longer at his peak, he can still limit his actions by relying on a newspaper from that year...

Zhu Yeqing has regained his ability to move, but the gambler's expression is not too disappointed, but rather a little excited.

"You really won!"

Zhu Yeqing's face became even gloomier.

This gambler is happier when he loses than when he wins...

The reason?

It's very simple.

Those who beat this guy never have a good ending...

"Sure enough, there are only wrong names in this world, but no wrong nicknames."

A newspaper appeared next to Zhuyeqing. At this moment, he lowered his head and flipped through the newspaper, and said,

"Actually, you haven't completely lost the bet."

"Although I have regained my ability to move, I can only move freely and cannot attack anyone. Now, any attack from me will fall on the newspaper, and attacking the newspaper will only make me sink deeper into the newspaper and let Nanliang escape faster."

Zhuyeqing sighed and said helplessly,

"Do you know what the most disgusting thing about this newspaper is?"

The gambler thought about it and tentatively answered, "Disgusting... is it made by Han Chan?"

Zhuyeqing was stunned for a moment, and quickly nodded, agreeing with the gambler's point of view, "Well said!"

"Then do you know what the second disgusting thing about this newspaper is?"

Gambler:......

It's over. I answered wrong. Just based on the previous question, I will be hated by Emperor Zai Tian for the rest of my life!

The gambler broke the jar and said, "I don't know!"

"The rules represented by this newspaper are very complicated, but there is only one core."

Zhu Yeqing said calmly,

"Ghosts reading the same ghost newspaper will put all their strength on the newspaper. The faster they read, the more they get back."

"In other words, I am competing with Nan Liang for my power. It's a good thing for him to be locked in the newspaper. He will read faster than me."

"Nan Liang knew that I would come back. I must visit Hua Hua's grave when I come back. He visited Hua Hua's grave in advance and burned this newspaper just to wait for me. But if I don't come, I will never see Hua Hua again in my life..."

Zhu Yeqing knew very well that Bian Hua didn't want to see him.

The best way to make Bian Hua show up is to control Nan Liang.

So, Zhu Yeqing still came even though he knew there might be a trap. Even the newspaper was within his expectations.

The only thing he didn't expect was that the gambler would not only not run away, but would try to disrupt the situation, causing a little surprise in his plan.

However, Zhuyeqing was not worried. This level of surprise could be corrected.

As long as the other party was not as powerful as Zhou Wangu, Zhuyeqing would have a way to deal with it.

"Let's have another bet."

Zhuyeqing flipped through the newspaper and invited the gambler.

The gambler blinked, "What to bet on?"

"Just bet that before the Four Heavenly Emperors leave the Gray Mist Burial Ground... you will die, how about it?"

Zhuyeqing said calmly, "I bet that before the Four Heavenly Emperors leave the Gray Mist Burial Ground, you will die."

He raised the newspaper and pointed it in the direction of the gambler. A voice came from behind the newspaper,

"Now, it's your turn to bet."