Chapter 756 - 360: You Su’s Nickname; Absurd Game (5k)_3

Following behind the middleman, he watched the commotion and finally realized why this Daoist was attracting these refugees: he could offer them a free game to play.

The rules of the game were simple: inside that makeshift box, there were three compartments, one of which contained an ounce of silver, while the other two were empty.

He first asked the participating refugee to choose a compartment, then benevolently opened one of the empty compartments, thus eliminating one incorrect option for the refugees, and finally let them choose again between the remaining two compartments.

The vast majority of refugees, when faced with the two remaining compartments, chose to stick with their initial choice. However, with only a fifty-fifty chance, very few won the ounce of silver in the end. This left many filled with regret, but unfortunately, each refugee only had one chance.

You Su watched the Daoist. His brows slightly relaxed as he had initially thought this was a trickster from the martial world, but it seemed this Daoist was genuinely offering a benefit, as every refugee who guessed the silver’s location correctly could immediately receive that ounce of silver, though this opportunity wasn’t for everyone.

But what puzzled You Su was, what purpose did the Daoist have in doing this?

"Boss, would you like to try your luck as well?" The Daoist, noticing the middleman staring at him resentfully, cheerfully invited.

The middleman snorted disdainfully, "You think a child’s trick can deceive me?"

The Daoist continued smiling, "I’m offering it for free, how could it be a trick?"

The middleman was a compulsive gambler. He could never save money because he squandered it all in the casinos doing shady business. Although he didn’t care much for an ounce of silver, the temptation was irresistible. He immediately agreed:

"Fine, I’ll play with you!"

You Su didn’t want to stir up trouble and just wanted to enter the city quickly, so he whispered, "Boss... let’s enter the city first."

Unexpectedly, the middleman waved his hand dismissively, "Get lost!"

The Daoist smiled meaningfully, "Alright, then may you be lucky, Boss! Go ahead, choose one."

With that, the Daoist presented the three compartments as before, letting the middleman choose one.

The middleman, brimming with confidence, pointed to one, and the Daoist smiled as he opened an empty door, letting the middleman choose whether to switch or not between the remaining two compartments.

"Switch or not? Boss, think it through." The Daoist smiled meaningfully.

The middleman hesitated, but considering himself a seasoned player in the martial world, he couldn’t let this Daoist trick him, so he resolutely said, "I won’t switch!"

The Daoist laughed loudly and opened the door the middleman had chosen, revealing nothing inside.

The middleman’s face darkened, snorting, "Just bad luck this time, let’s play again!"

"Perhaps it’s bad destiny," the Daoist mocked.

"What did you say?!"

A gambler like the middleman couldn’t stand such words, especially from the Daoist, immediately infuriated, ready to dismantle the Daoist’s fortune-telling stall.

The Daoist, threatened by the man’s fury, had to intercede, persuading him:

"It’s my clumsy tongue, Boss will surely have better luck next time."

"Then let’s go again!"

"But... the rules state one person only gets one chance..." The Daoist appeared very hesitant.

The middleman immediately pulled out a handful of broken silver, angrily saying, "I’ll pay to play!"

The Daoist hesitated for a moment but finally said, "Since the boss is so insistent, I’ll abide by your wishes. I’m no fraud. How about this, I’ll put the silver you give along with mine into the compartment. If you guess right, you take it all away. If wrong, you’ll have to pay the same, and I’ll still put it all into the compartment. This way, eventually, you’ll have good luck. How’s that?"

At this point, the middleman was engrossed in gambling, caring little for such detailed rules, immediately shouting:

"Fine! Let’s do it! Let me warn you, if I find you’re playing dirty, I’ll chop off your hand!"

With a swoosh, a flashing silver knife was thrust into the ground, frightening the onlooking refugees into gasps.

So the middleman played a few more times, but whether he chose to switch or not, he always ended up with an empty compartment.

His face turned livid, firmly claiming that the Daoist was cheating.

The Daoist, helpless, randomly invited a refugee to open the compartments for him, while he stood far away.

Without exception, it was still empty.

The middleman accused the refugee of being an accomplice and even asked You Su to open the compartments, but the result remained unchanged.

Spending money had almost become a habit, but when the frustrated middleman reached into his pocket, he found it empty. Everything he could pawn was now inside one of the compartments.

"Sigh... it seems the boss truly has bad destiny, no more money, let’s call it a day." The Daoist made a move to pack up his stall.

What nonsense about bad destiny... I have great destiny! One last gamble, just one more! There has to be a turnaround!

"Wait! I still have money!"

The middleman yelled angrily, surprisingly pointing to You Su: "Sell him to the Chuixue Tower in the city! He’s worth at least five thousand ounces! I’ll bet him for one more round!"

This caused exclamations among the crowd, as if shocked that a person could be worth so much.

Even You Su clenched his fist secretly, only regretting that he had trusted this person. If he had known how unreliable this man was, he should have killed him with a single sword early on.

The Daoist looked You Su up and down with a smile, "This lad is pretty good, if you insist, we can play one more round."

The middleman laughed maniacally, but the result was still empty.

"This man truly has bad destiny..."

"Yes, yes, if it were me, I’d at least get it right once!"

The chatter from the surrounding people became the straw that broke the camel’s back for the middleman, who, crazed, charged at the Daoist, determined to tear this fake Daoist limb from limb.

But he found that the Daoist was already standing behind him, smiling at him.

The next moment, the middleman’s eyes widened, staring rigidly at the invisible Gang Qi that shattered his heart.

The Daoist flicked his hand, as if nothing had happened, smiling at You Su:

"Young man, do you want to try the game too?"