Chapter 382

There are gods in three feet of the head, and human beings are in the hands of three inches!

Three inch human supernatural power, belongs to the magic power of gambling, which side's life is harder!

Cheng Hao didn't want to use it if he wasn't forced to do it. But now he is attacked by three true gods at the same time. It's too late even to open his right eye. It's impossible not to use this kind of desperate power.

In this absolutely static light curtain space, a transparent light ball suddenly appears at three inches of Cheng Hao's palm. It floats in the void and rotates quietly.

Hum!

Then, in the light sphere, there are mysterious road patterns flashing, and the light spreads. For a moment, the whole treasure light curtain space is covered by numerous road patterns, which seems to evolve this place into the origin of the road.

When Cheng Hao and the other three gods recovered from their static state, they found several people in the busy street.

On both sides of the street, the sound of peddlers, the chatter of passers-by, the hissing of carriages are bustling and bustling. There is no difference between the scenes in front of us and the mortal market between the secular world.

Standing on the side of the street, Cheng Hao was silent for a moment, then he understood his own state at this time.

At this time, he should be in the mortal world evolved by the three inch human supernatural power. He could not feel the trace of the yuan God. Even if he pinched his arm at will, Cheng Hao could feel pain.

There is no doubt that in this world, he is an ordinary mortal, who will be injured and die. If he fails to gamble, he will probably be banished forever in this world that looks like truth, falsehood, falsehood and reality.

At the other end of the street, the true God of ziyue holy land and the two Allahs of Shenyan clan had already been forced to change their images and turned into the most ordinary mortals, unarmed, staring at the passers-by in the street.

"We, this is a magic trick?" God eye family third Allah, some hesitation asked.

"It should not be magic. My purple moon scepter is the most powerful treasure given by the Lord. It can be immune to all kinds of magic tricks. The human boy has no ability to pull us into the dreamland at the same time." At this time, wearing a purple cotton padded robe, the true God of ziyue nationality, like a village girl, stood on the street and looked at it constantly. He was very sure that he opened his mouth.

"What is this place, then? Where have our accomplishments gone? " Third, Allah is a little impatient and has no strength. At this time, there is a group of anger in his heart, eager to vent.

"Well, I said that you three country men have been standing in front of my stall and honking for a long time. Do you want to buy my watermelon? If you don't buy it, get out of here. Don't delay my business! "

When the three kept looking around, the middle-aged man selling watermelon at the stall next to them became impatient and began to drive people away!

"Humble ants, do you dare to insult me?" Third, Allah's impatience can no longer be repressed, and a fist is thrown directly at the watermelon stall owner.

Bang!

However, the ideal is full and the world is very bony. The fist of the third Allah has not fallen on the owner of the stall, but his body flies backwards and rolls three meters on the ground before he stops rolling.

"Bah! I've been selling watermelons in this town soul street for 20 years. What kind of scoundrel have you never seen before? Do you believe that I've killed you all with one knife? "

The stall owner pinches his waist in one hand and a watermelon knife in the other hand. The knife flickers in front of the third Allah's head. If you don't roll again, I will reward you with the posture of two knives!

Third, Allah swallowed his saliva. Although he had no cultivation, his sense of crisis did not weaken much. He had a feeling that if he was stabbed by this watermelon knife, he might really die!

The fight between several people in the street naturally caused the crowd on the street. Cheng Hao mingled with the crowd and saw the scene clearly. After seeing the third Allah's confession, he quietly walked out of the crowd, constantly thinking about the words of the watermelon stall owner.

"Zhenhun street? Is this gamble related to ghosts

After wandering aimlessly in the street for a long time, Cheng Hao found an unusual place, that is, under the corner of the table on each stall, there was a piece of yellow paper under it. He knew exactly what it meant.

At this time, Cheng Hao finally convinced his guess that the gamble was probably related to ghosts, that is to say, he was gambling on whose life would be harder, so that he could eventually survive as a mortal when the evil spirits came out of the cage.

"If there are evil spirits, then neither I nor those real gods are mortals now, and none of them can survive. Since I am a gambler, there must be one who can survive. That is to say, in this mortal street, there is definitely a chance to survive, but this chance is only one. Who will find it first Who can survive! "

Thinking of this, Cheng Hao didn't dare to waste time. He looked up at the sky. The sun in the sky had already set half a hill. Before the sun completely set, he would be completely trapped in this mysterious three inch world.Cheng Hao is very clear in his mind that he has only one person and there are three people on the other side. He does not have an advantage in the number of people. However, he is the caster of this magic power. He knows that the magic power is a magic power of gambling, and he also knows to actively look for clues to live.

Information advantage is the only advantage he has over the three gods. If he can't find the chance to live before the three people react, his chances of winning will be slim.

Walking along the street, Cheng Hao didn't dare to go too fast to avoid missing any clues. Before the sun completely set, he finally found some unusual places on the side of the street.

Now Cheng Hao stands at the door of an inn on the side of the street. The name of the inn is very interesting. It is called zhenhun inn. After walking for such a long time, he saw the inn for the first time on both sides of the street.

At the moment, Cheng Hao strides into the inn, and is eager to see the sun set in other places.

The lobby of the inn is empty, the tables and chairs are put in order, but there are no guests. The silence makes people tremble.

This discovery made Cheng Hao feel nervous. After a while, he was a little uncertain. Whether this inn is the hope of living or the bustling street is the real place to live?

"My guest, do you want to stay in the hotel or have a good meal?" At the corner of the west side of the lobby, an old man seems to be the innkeeper of this inn. He stands up lazily from the front of the counter and asks Cheng Hao with some sleepy eyes.

"Check in. Is there an inn?" Cheng Hao took a deep breath and asked.

"My guest, I'm very lucky. There's just one room left. The first-class room is full. I don't know if you can't live in it?" The old man yawned and asked.

Cheng Hao is very nervous. The hall is empty, but the shopkeeper tells him that the room is almost full and there is only one room left.

This inn is not a ghost shop, is it? Is this the place where the real evil spirits come and go, and the lively streets outside are the real places to live?

At this moment, Cheng Hao really understood the meaning of gambling, and what he was facing now was the real gamble of life and death.

What he wants to gamble now is whether the inn which looks like a ghost shop is a real place to live. If he chooses the wrong way, he may be devoured by evil spirits and become a fierce ghost himself, and he will be trapped in the three inch world forever.

"My guest, it's going to be dark. Are you staying or not?" Seeing Cheng Hao's silence, the innkeeper was a little impatient. He looked up at the sky outside and urged him.

Live or not? No, it's not a good question!

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