Chapter 179 Gambler's Grave

　　"Young Master Lu, it's me!"

　　"Stop just standing there, come and help me!"

　　Jia Banxian staggered through the overgrown grass, shouting as he ran.

　　"Boss, is that the person you were waiting for?"

　　Huzi curiously shone his flashlight in that direction.

　　In the light, Jia Banxian's face was panicked, with several pairs of eerie green eyes closely following behind him.

　　"It's him."

　　After a moment of hesitation, Lu Fei still rushed forward and threw out two ghost-repelling characters at those green eyes.

　　Aooo! 

　　After a strange cry, the trees and withered grass swayed violently, and the green eyes fled in panic, disappearing into the pitch-black night in the blink of an eye.

　　Jia Banxian felt a great relief and sat down on the ground, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

　　"My goodness! I almost got caught!"

　　"What was that?"

　　Lu Fei quickly retreated, maintaining a certain distance from Jia Banxian, and turned the cinnabar lucky bead on his wrist.

　　Huzi, though not fully understanding, noticed how cautious his boss was with this person and did not approach.

　　"Corpse-eating dogs."

　　Jia Banxian answered, panting heavily.

　　"Too many people have died in this wasteland. The wild dogs in the mountains turn into corpse-eating dogs after eating corpses, becoming addicted to human flesh. They go mad at the sight of people and are very vicious!"

　　"I deliberately took a detour, but they still spotted me."

　　"Fortunately, you, the Lu family's lad, have already arrived at the Chaos Burial Ground."

　　After saying that, he gave Lu Fei a sly grin.

　　"The message on your note was so vague. Why did you think I would definitely find it?" Lu Fei was speechless.

　　"The grandson of Lu Qingxuan, how could he be a fool? It's not that I, Half-Immortal Jia, was being deliberately mysterious. If I had told you in the teahouse, with my luck, I definitely wouldn't have made it to this mountain."

　　Half-Immortal Jia climbed up from the ground.

　　His clothes, which were already shabby, were now covered in dirt and debris, and his messy hair was adorned with dead leaves.

　　He looked as disheveled as could be.

　　But he didn't care; instead, his old and gaunt face was filled with excitement.

　　"Gambler's Grave, I've finally reached the Gambler's Grave!"

　　"What do you mean?" Lu Fei asked, keeping a certain distance from him, "Can you tell me your condition now?"

　　"Help me find something." Jia Bannxian strode towards Lu Fei.

　　Lu Fei hastily retreated, with the small black dog closely following him, step by step.

　　He laughed heartily and said, "Young Lu, don't be afraid. From midnight to one o'clock is the time when my luck changes, I won't be unlucky right now."

　　"How do I know you're not lying to me?" Lu Fei was quite wary.

　　"This old man depends on this one hour every day for a breather, otherwise, I would have been extremely unlucky all the time, could I have survived until now? Otherwise, I wouldn't have asked you to come at this hour."

　　Jia Bannxian waved his old hand.

　　Lu Fei cautiously approached, and after confirming that the cinnabar luck bead had no changes, he asked, "What are you looking for?"

　　"I'm looking for a dice made from a gambler's skull," Jia Bannxian whispered.

　　"What's that, a dice?" Lu Fei was puzzled.

　　"Young Lu, you may not know, but many years ago, this place was not desolate. There was a gambling den on the mountain, and it was very lively, with countless gamblers."

　　Jia Banxian pointed at the dilapidated graves around them.

　　"As the saying goes, nine out of ten gamblers lose, but that's actually wrong; it's more like ten out of ten gamblers lose."

　　"The moment they touch gambling, they lose."

　　"No matter how much the gambler wins at the beginning, in the end, they will lose everything. When they are completely drained, this pauper's grave is where they end up."

　　Lu Fei looked around at his surroundings.

　　"You mean, all the people buried here are gamblers?"

　　"That's right." Jia Banxian nodded with a smile, "These guys often value gambling more than their own lives, and even on their deathbeds, they think about how to turn the tables at the gambling table."

　　"If their obsession is strong enough, after the body decomposes, the skull will slowly transform into the shape of a die."

　　Lu Fei was slightly taken aback, and said, "Is this thing called the Evil Luck Spirit Bone Die? It condenses the intense desire to win from a gambling ghost, and can change one's luck, especially in gambling, to the point of winning every time!"

　　He had seen this die in the evil objects record at his home.

　　"Exactly!" Jia Banxian nodded vigorously, "Do you think I want to be unlucky? As long as I find this Evil Luck Spirit Bone Dice, I can return to my normal life."

　　"How did you become unlucky?" Lu Fei couldn't help but ask curiously.

　　"It's a long story, I'll tell you later. Let's find the item first. We only have one hour; if we miss it, we might never find it again!" Jia Banxian urged.

　　"With so many graves, how can we finish in one hour?" Lu Fei widened his eyes.

　　This abandoned burial ground was vast, and the dice was so small. Who knew which grave it was hidden in?

　　If we search one by one, we might not even find it by dawn.

　　"That's why I need your help, the Lu family. Your family specializes in collecting evil objects; surely you must have some ideas," Jia Banxian's face showed a hint of seriousness.

　　"As long as I can return to normal and get rid of my bad luck, I will tell you what your grandfather discussed with me three years ago."

　　After getting things clear, Lu Fei no longer wasted words and started to look around.

　　Large and small dilapidated graves rose and fell amidst the overgrown grass.

　　"Boss, time is so tight, why don't I start looking first?" Hu Zi put down the two backpacks, broke a sturdy branch, and volunteered.

　　Grave robbing is an immoral act, but the graves of gamblers in the chaotic burial ground are a different story.

　　"That's a clumsy method. If we're lucky, we might find it within an hour. But with this half-immortal senior here, luck won't be on our side." Lu Fei shook his head.

　　"Then is there another way?" Hu Zi scratched his head.

　　"Of course, there is a way. Instead of us looking for the gamblers, let's have them come to us directly." Lu Fei smiled, his eyes bright, clearly having already thought of a plan.

　　"Tell me, what are the gamblers most interested in?"

　　"Obviously, gambling." Hu Zi blurted out.

　　"Right, let's set up a gambling game and attract all the ghost gamblers here."

　　As soon as Lu Fei finished speaking, Jia Banxian clapped his hands vigorously.

　　"Brilliant! This method is excellent! Lu kid, I think you're much smarter than your grandfather."

　　"But boss, we don't have any cards," Hu Zi said again.

　　"That's not a problem, what can't a gambler bet on?" Lu Fei found a relatively clean spot and hung the flashlight on a tree branch for light.

　　Then, he used a dagger to cut off a piece of the tree trunk, shaping it into the size of a die, and wrote numbers on each of the six sides with a marker.

　　"Let's roll the dice and compare the numbers."

　　Lu Fei held the makeshift dice in his hand and looked at the two of them.

　　"I'll be the banker this round. Are you betting on high or low?"

　　"I bet on high." Hu Zi felt very intrigued and said enthusiastically.

　　"Then I, Jia Banxian, will bet on low," Jia Banxian said.

　　"One and two are low, three and four are medium, five and six are high. The stake is 100 per round, if the banker loses, he pays triple!" After Lu Fei explained the rules, he began to shake the dice.

　　The small black dog lay by his side, its eyes full of curiosity.

　　"Open!"

　　He shouted and opened his palm.

　　At that moment, a cold wind suddenly blew from all around.

　　The desolate grave began to stir, and dots of blue ghostly flames floated out from the grave mound.