Exorcist's Self-Cultivation

Chapter 133 132, must lose

For gamblers, the odds of winning or losing are often the same.

Either you win, or you lose.

But in reality, you lose more than you win.

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The person who ends up with the money, will definitely be the house.

And this game against the Evil Spirit was malevolent, even one could say, filled with malice.

So even though Du Wei planned to join the game as a gambler, he didn't at all intend to play entirely by the rules.

In a normal casino, there are always those who cheat.

Facing an Evil Spirit, Du Wei might not know how to cheat, but he never thought of simply trusting his life to the ephemeral odds of winning.

Therefore, he gave Alex the Black Umbrella.

First and foremost, he needed to ensure his safety, and then figure out a way to deal with the Evil Spirit.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Du Wei, holding Alex by the hand, walked over to the poker table.

"Miss Alex, good to see you."

The others nodded slightly at Alex, their gazes filled with envy and respect, but devoid of any burning desire.

Or rather, no one dared harbor any improper thoughts towards her.

Alex responded with a light hum, nodding politely in return.

In her eyes, these high society folks were all cast from the same mold, whether in terms of demeanor, education, or their intentions.

Only Du Wei was to her liking.

It wasn't just love at first sight, but after learning about Du Wei's identity as an Exorcist, along with all that he had done, and thinking about the Holy Water and silver cross he had once given her, which had been shattered...

Alex's fondness for Du Wei grew much deeper.

Begun by looks, ensnared by talent, and loyal to character—although this phrase is cliché, at this moment, it was the most fitting.

Du Wei scanned the room briefly, not bothering with anyone else as he sat directly in front of the poker table, calmly facing the "man" across from him.

To his surprise, the man across began to speak.

"Texas Hold'em, the game begins."

The voice was very familiar, hoarse with an indescribable accent, as if it were a mashup of many familiar people from memory, with an eerie quality.

Du Wei shifted his gaze slightly away and felt the uncanny feeling fading, which compelled him to lock eyes again.

Once the gaze was averted, that eerie sensation would disappear.

It seemed that whenever someone gambled with the Evil Spirit, they would feel as if the opponent was someone they knew. But once they looked away, even upon realizing something was amiss, they would passively forget due to some influence.

This must be one of the Evil Spirit's strange qualities—to why it could speak...

Du Wei narrowed his eyes, suddenly considering a possibility...

At the gambling table.

Du Wei gently lifted the card, glanced at it, and then set it down again.

"Ace of spades... a good start..."

The rules of Texas Hold'em poker surfaced in his mind one after another.

First, the two Joker Cards are excluded, which are called jokers, or kings and queens in China.

Then, based on the remaining cards and depending on the number of players, two trump cards are dealt to each player, followed by five more cards, making a total of seven.

In this game, there were only Du Wei and the dealer.

That is to say, both needed to select the five best cards they held to form the most substantial hand and determine the winner by its size.

There was also talk of placing bets: one bet would be placed when the two trump cards were received, then a second bet after the fifth card was dealt, with further bets on the sixth and seventh cards.

That made four rounds of betting.

With each round, in addition to placing bets, the two parties would also use particular speech to make relative judgments about the size of the cards in each other's hands.

Of course...

In a normal game of Texas Hold'em poker, all of this would be fine.

But now, Du Wei was involved in a game with an Evil Spirit.

As a vessel for the Evil Spirit, the dealer couldn't possibly be unaware of the cards Du Wei held; the dealer's advantage was the greatest.

It was essentially a foregone conclusion that he would lose.

Although he was prepared to lose, he still intended to see the game through to the end, to find the Evil Spirit's weakness...

So when the second trump card arrived and he saw it was the Jack of spades, Du Wei spoke again, "I choose to continue the bet."

The man opposite nodded, "Place your bet..."

As his voice fell, Du Wei could see under the state of Spirit Vision that black filaments enveloping his body had suddenly increased in number.

And the appearance of the dealer opposite began to change.

His face was becoming increasingly blurred, his eyes growing more and more sinister and cold.

If earlier it had appeared somewhat human, now it was not at all.

It seemed that by the time the cards were laid out, it would completely reveal its Evil Spirit nature...

Watching the transforming Evil Spirit, Du Wei's mind remained cool as he tentatively asked according to the rules of Texas Hold'em, "Do you have a pair in your hand, or what?"

The other replied, "It's a pair, and larger than the cards you presently hold."

Du Wei thought for a moment; if the Evil Spirit's previous words were also part of the rules and it couldn't lie, then its cards should be two Aces.

But in reality, that statement was very vague.

Given that he held the Ace and Jack of spades, any pair would be larger than his own single cards.

Now he had only ascertained one thing: surely the dealer knew his trump cards.

So, Du Wei calmly said, "Please, continue."