The winners laughed triumphantly, while the losers hung their heads in dejection.
But regardless of winning or losing, both sides shared a common trait, and that was regret.
Winners regretted not betting more, while losers regretted not betting on the other side.
In short, this is a surreal microcosm of society.
"Worldly entanglents!"
Looking at the chaotic, noisy scene, Ning Fan couldn't help but sigh. He finally understood why Taoist cultivators often spoke of refining the heart through worldly affairs.
The mont he stepped inside, the atmosphere here instinctively repelled him.
This place exaggerated human desires to the extre; one could easily be influenced and beco addicted.
If one's state of mind is unstable, the fall into decadence happens even faster.
Yet, as long as one can see through this illusion, their state of mind can take a giant leap, and all the vicissitudes of life beco re passing clouds.
Ning Fan took a deep breath, trying to suppress his disgust, imagining himself as a gambler returning ho.
Even though his Golden Core had vanished, he still considered himself a Taoist cultivator, using this place to refine his heart amidst worldly affairs.
With a state of mind of great perfection, he wasn't afraid of going too far. Even if he got temporarily carried away, he could calm down and refine this obsession.
"So this is a casino."
Mary's voice was sowhat low. Her curious gaze from before now carried a hint of fear; she had never witnessed such madness.
The most unaffected was Vivian, with her dark attribute talent, making her immune to these emotional manipulations.
Moreover, Vivian wasn't a saint by any ans. Who knows how many nations she had destroyed.
Having traversed the Asura's Blood Sea countless tis, she was not easily swayed by such ntal illusions.
This was the most mysterious aspect of Vivian.
Amidst the feverish chaos, she stood like a serene and ethereal lotus, an outsider to this world, utterly out of place here.
If only it were that simple; she was actually an Evil Dragon obsessed with wealth.
Since entering, Vivian's gaze had started to drift unconsciously.
As one of the largest casinos in Las Vegas, The Venetian naturally offered pri conditions.
The entire casino hall was lavishly decorated, with crystal chandeliers, various pure gold ornants, a dazzling display of opulence, creating the impression of a gold palace.
It was like throwing a weasel among chickens.
That was the strangest part.
Though she had the strongest desires, it was cloaked under a veneer of detachnt.
Vivian sohow exuded an air of clarity amidst collective drunkenness, like a crane among chickens, standing out magnificently.
Besides Ning Fan, probably no one knew that this serene girl was contemplating arson and looting just to take the place with her.
This was evident from her clenched little fists, with veins bulging grotesquely beneath her pale skin.
The calr Vivian appeared, the more uneasy Ning Fan felt, fearing she might lose control and cause chaos.
"Calm down. Win enough money, and I'll buy you whatever you want."
"What a bother."
Vivian mumbled, then said, "Let's settle it like this. I want to buy this place and make it my palace."
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I want to go ho. This isn't my ho."
"Then you should go back."
Hearing this, Ning Fan was nearly exasperated, sarcastically saying, "Then stay here; I won't stop you."
"No problem... I'll go with your plan."
Vivian hung her head, evidently reminded of the ti bomb ticking away inside her.
At that mont, Mary, having gathered her thoughts, asked, "What shall we play?"
"Let's start with sothing simple."
Ning Fan scanned the room and headed straight to a dice table.
Placing a twenty US dollar chip on "small," what followed was no surprise.
Even soone like Ning Fan, and especially Mary, could beco a gambling god at a dice table like this.
Object-Manipulating is a ghost's talent skill; controlling a few dice with a few days' training is a piece of cake.
The first round was "small." One chip turned into two.
The second round was "small." Two turned into four.
The third round was "big." Four turned into eight.
...
By the tenth round, Ning Fan's twenty US dollars had turned into four or five thousand US dollars, and he got up and left the table.
"Why are you leaving?"
Vivian couldn't understand.
Mary explained, "It's going to be trouble if we don't leave."
Even this novice ghost had sensed sothing was amiss. Though the winnings weren't much, winning ten consecutive rounds with a 100% success rate was quite shocking.
By the fifth round, the croupier rolling the dice had frequently looked at Ning Fan, noticing sothing peculiar.
"Just a bunch of bugs; what trouble could they cause."
Vivian said with disdain. As an Evil Dragon, she was quite adept at murder and arson.
"Stop it. Am I a bug?"
Ning Fan scolded, having already decided that once he had ti, he needed to deal with Vivian's bad habits.
"Not a single true thought in her head, looking like a giant lizard but daring to call us bugs."
"Of course, you're not one."
Vivian chuckled, shattering her serene deanor completely.
"Let's switch to another table."
After the fifth round, Ning Fan never placed all his chips down at once. He just took out half and placed bets of a few hundred US dollars each ti.
This was just a small table with a limit; there was no need to break the dealer.
Winning a little was fine; there was no need to attract trouble just for money.
If he really just wanted to show off, Ning Fan would have already drawn the casino's attention.
A casino isn't a charity; they won't let you only win and never lose, especially not this much.
Rather than wait for random mishaps to co knocking, a bit of avoidance was wiser.
Everyone appreciates a helping hand; it was a gesture of goodwill to the "ATM."
If the other party didn't appreciate it and ignored Ning Fan's goodwill, he wasn't one to be trifled with; he just found 'trouble' troubleso, not that he was truly afraid.
As Ning Fan left the table, a few people hesitated but eventually chose to tail him quietly.
This was another reason for Ning Fan's departure; those were gamblers, and quite astute ones at that.
They had discovered Ning Fan's perfect betting secret and had even hitched a ride to make a small fortune.
"Ma Dan, those sly ones. They won even more than I did."
Ning Fan was irate, thinking maliciously, "I have to con you bastards."
If those gamblers had been Chinese, Ning Fan wouldn't have minded letting fellow countryn make a bit of money.
After all, with the casino ripping off so many people, losing a bit would be nothing to them.
But with a bunch of white foreigners, Ning Fan felt justified in conning them.
Once the casino noticed Ning Fan, they would only trouble him.
He wouldn't hurt himself for others' gain; that's sothing Ning Fan would never do.
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