Secret Buyer-Chapter 299 - 230: The Plague Ghost Appears, Slaying Qingyi Amid Unravelable Cause and Effect
"Three hundred souls a match, three hundred souls a match!"
The bald old man at the chess booth shouted:
"Three hundred souls a game, three hundred souls a game!"
Li Yiyi was excited:
"If I win, what’s the prize?"
The bald old man shook his head:
"The prize is uncertain, whatever the winner needs most at that moment, the prize will be."
Li Yiyi raised her eyebrows:
"Boasting."
The old man chuckled:
"If the young lady doesn’t believe me, she can ask those who come to see my chess booth each day. The last winner had congenital blockade in his organs, heavy shackles, and he won the Marvelous Medicine that could unlock the five great secrets of the organs."
"The one before that had reached old age and won the Life-Extending Celestial Pill — if you win a match, and the prize doesn’t satisfy you, feel free to take this old man’s head!"
Zhang Fusheng showed some interest, and faint star lines appeared deep in his eyes.
Looking at the cause and effect.
He frowned.
This chessboard is somewhat peculiar — the amount of intertwined causes and effects on it is alarming, among them is one extremely heavy cause and effect, piercing straight into the Celestial Vault,
even just looking gives an inexplicable oppressive feeling.
An Exotic Treasure.
It might even be a Supreme Treasure.
And it’s somewhat familiar, as if I’ve seen it somewhere.
Five Mansions Temple?
He’s interested but not in a hurry to gamble — he only knows how to play Five-In-A-Row.
"Should I give it a try?"
Li Yiyi eagerly threw in three hundred Pseudo Souls, finished a round fiercely, and lost miserably.
"Let me try!" Luo Cheng also stepped forward to try, fighting with the elder, but also eventually lost narrowly, hitting his head in frustration,
Lin Dongxi couldn’t resist and wanted to try, but was held back by Zhang Fusheng.
When Li Yiyi and Luo Cheng each lost a round,
A cause and effect appeared on the chessboard connecting to each of them,
and continued endlessly, seemingly extracting something from them.
This chess game and chessboard have issues.
Zhang Fusheng squatted in front of the dark red chessboard, calmly said:
"May I try?" 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚
"Of course, of course." The bald old man smiled: "Three hundred Pseudo Souls, please."
Zhang Fusheng indicated to Lin Dongxi, who understood and paid the three hundred Pseudo Souls.
"Sir, please."
The old man gestured an invitation with his hand.
Zhang Fusheng gazed at the chessboard, pondered for a moment, having a thought, casually placed a piece.
The old man followed suit.
Zhang Fusheng placed another, and the elder also followed,
he played haphazardly, completely not following any strategy, the crowd booed endlessly, yet the game remained intense!
It seemed the old man was deliberately manipulating the game, yet it also seemed his skill level fluctuated with the skill level of the betting opponent.
Two terrible players were in a close match, the booing almost merged into one.
Outside the crowd, a few people holding compasses walked up, squeezed into the crowd, wanting to forcibly take the chess booth elder away,
But upon seeing Zhang Fusheng playing chess, their expressions changed dramatically.
They retreated silently.
"Young lad."
The chess booth elder picked up a black piece, and finally placed it:
"You lost."
As the words fell, he looked up with a smile, but was stunned to see the young lad’s left hand slightly raised, index and thumb pinched like he was holding something invisible and transparent.
"Brother Zhang, your chess is terrible!" Li Yiyi chuckled: "Worse than Luo Cheng; move, move, I’ll go again!"
"No hurry, no hurry, wasn’t I going head-to-head?"
Zhang Fusheng mockingly pinched something, beaming:
"Boss, another round?"
The bald old man stared hard at the young man, sweat dripping on his forehead, reluctantly smiled:
"The rules of the chess booth are one person per day, only one game....."
Zhang Fusheng pinched something with his fingers, calmly said:
"Dongxi, pay."
"Oh!"
Lin Dongxi reluctantly handed over another three hundred Pseudo Souls.
Zhang Fusheng pinched harder, the fingertips turning white, seemingly crushing something.
During the match, the chessboard attempted to establish some connection with him,
after losing, a strong, twisted cause and effect thread wanted to pierce his body — held and crushed by Zhang Fusheng.
Apart from the elder, no one noticed.
"Come, I’ll go first."
He picked up a white piece, set it on the center.
More booing followed.
To open with center play, either one’s skills are far superior to the opponent, mocking, or simply terrible at the game.
The chess booth elder was silent for a moment, placed a piece.
The two played piece after piece, but this time, the elder won quickly:
"Guest, you lost again..."
Zhang Fusheng did not mock this time, coldly stared at the elder:
"I was going head-to-head before; how did I lose so quickly this time? Let’s go again."
"Guest..."
More sweat poured from the elder’s forehead, but he heard the young man say simply:
"Dongxi, pay."
Another three hundred Pseudo Souls.
Onlookers Zhou Tian’Er licked his lips, another big fat sheep....
"Play slowly."
Zhang Fusheng looked at the elder, stating honestly, pinched a piece, placed.
The old man shakily placed a piece.
This round was even more fierce, Zhang Fusheng’s enlightenment now high, his skills improving quickly over several games,
but still lost.
He reached his hand to mockingly pinch again, seemingly grabbing something, fingertips rubbing sharply:
"Yet another round."
"Dongxi, pay."
Another three hundred souls went forward, Zhou Tian’Er’s gaze grew more intense, onlookers exchanging bewildered glances — this young man, truly wealthy and bold!
Zhang Fusheng stared calmly at the elder:
"The second round of chess doesn’t count, so this current round is truly the third round; there’s a saying about third time’s a charm, and this round should be my win."
"Old man, don’t you think?"
The small elder felt weak in the knees, forcing a smile:
