Master of Kaidan
Chapter 346: Controlling the Audience’s Blood Pressure Helps Grasp the Rhythm of the Live Broadcast

Chapter 346: Chapter 346: Controlling the Audience’s Blood Pressure Helps Grasp the Rhythm of the Live Broadcast

The dimly lit, abandoned casino emitted a thrilling ambiance as a focused beam of bright light cascaded from a drone suspended from the ceiling.

In the center of the lit area, a man in casual clothes, wearing plastic gloves, steadily dissected with a scalpel—a mummified corpse—peeling away the dry, withered organs and blood vessels, muttering various technical terms under his breath.

Not far from him, within the shadowy reaches the light didn’t touch, on either side of a poker table, and in the croupier’s position, a long-haired woman ghost, her face entirely covered, was shuffling what appeared to be a very abnormal deck of cards.

In front of the two ghostly figures were several chips, each of differing design. In front of the specter wrapped in tendrils from a twenty-one-eyed die, lay six or seven varieties of chips, each adorned with a terrified human face.

Whereas, in front of the other, more substantial hand of the ghost, rested a single black chip, which seemed rather ordinary by comparison.

As the croupier inserted the deck into the dealing shoe, both ghosts moved simultaneously, their chips malleable like modeling clay, swiftly kneaded and transformed, until they became a hundred coin-sized chips each.

[What game are those ghosts playing?]

[It’s too dark, can’t see clearly, but they dealt two cards at first, it shouldn’t be Thirteen or Big Two,]

[F***—Streamer, shine the light over there, who wants to watch you dissect a corpse?!]

[Exactly, I want to watch the fierce ghosts play cards!]

[Damn, they dealt three hands, are they including the streamer by default?]

...

With the comments flashing by, everyone began to notice the issue. While the streamer was engrossed in his dissection, one card in light and one in shadow had been dealt to his direction by the long-haired ghost, forming a strategic angle with the other two phantoms.

The long-haired woman ghost seemed to glance around the table, then opened her hand in a single motion to a signal for the betting ghost to bid. The betting ghost glanced at his cards and then tossed two chips into the pot.

Seeing this, the ghost hand reached out, grabbed two chips, and tossed them in front of the table. The woman ghost nodded and then looked towards Bert, busy dissecting the corpse.

[Streamer! The ghost is asking you to bet!]

[Check your cards already! It’s so frustrating! Just look at the damn cards!]

[What so interesting about dissecting a corpse?]

Apparently, the streamer grew a little impatient with the comments, Bert furrowed his brows and said:

"Why check the cards, I told you all not to believe in superstitions, not to gamble! What? I gambled myself unharmed... How is that the same thing? Why not gamble if there’s free money to be won?"

But just as Bert uttered those words, as if triggering some rule, the ghost reached out and the audience watched, eyes wide open, as a wisp of white mist rose from the streamer’s body and formed two coin-sized chips on the poker table.

Besides the faces on the chips belonging to the streamer, they were almost identical to those of the betting ghost!

[Damn, those chips are the souls of people killed by the betting ghost!]

[The streamer just has to say something akin to agreeing to gamble and he’ll be in the game!]

[Streamer, don’t mention gambling again, for god’s sake!]

The comments immediately speculated on the unfolding situation, but Bert was completely oblivious, merely continuing on with his task.

"You guys see the heart of this corpse, although it’s already shriveled, there’s a clear abnormality in the muscle texture. Before death, there must have been some unnatural contraction, perhaps due to an injection of some special medicine or some kind of stimulus, causing an abnormal heart rate, which ultimately led to shock. Looking at it this way, it really does seem like the kind of death you get from betting too much at the casino and not catching your breath after losing."

Bert murmured to himself, propping himself up to walk towards another corpse, the whole process smooth as flowing water, without even glancing at the gambling table once.

Seeing that the other two players waved their hands, the croupier ghost pushed all the chips on the table towards Feng Xue. Right under the watchful eyes of the audience, Bert, whose skin had been somewhat dull, immediately perked up as if he had taken some Power Pill, his complexion turning rosy and even the freckles and fine lines on his face began to fade immediately. Not even a beauty camera could act this fast!

[Damn, what’s going on here?]

[Betting with life, huh? The other two ghosts didn’t follow, so all the chips go to the streamer!]

[Two sentences, and the ghosts help me regain my youth?]

[Damn, where’s this casino? I want to go too!]

[Wake up, do you have as tough a life as the streamer? Are you as lucky as the streamer? Do you have a spirit backing you up like the streamer?]

[Exactly, if you went, you’d just be adding another dried-out corpse to the ground!]

...

The barrage went crazy for the streamer’s regained youth, and many big shots had already started making arrangements, but at the center of the event, Bert remained completely oblivious. He cut open another dried corpse’s chest, clicking his tongue in amazement:

"Look at this little heart, must have gone all-in with their entire fortune and life, huh?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the croupier who had just dealt two more cards reached out, but this time, she scooped up hundreds of chips from Bert’s body.

Bert aged visibly, but he seemed unaware, simply stretching lazily and saying:

"Why do I suddenly feel a bit tired... Is it because I’ve been staying up late studying medicine recently?"

[Streamer, look in a mirror!]

[You look at least 60 now, ok?]

[Sixty? My grandfather isn’t even that old at eighty!]

"Hey, hey, that’s too much, I may be a tough-as-nails streamer, but I do rely on my looks to some extent. Cursing me to grow old is something I can’t tolerate!"

Bert took out a mirror from his pocket, discontent. At the same moment, perhaps due to the big bet he placed causing both ghosts to fold, all the hundreds of chips along with the two ghosts’ base chips returned into him. Bert looked at himself in the mirror from side to side, speaking with great satisfaction:

"Where have I aged? The streamer looks like he’s just eighteen, right? But speaking of which, so it’s true that looking at a handsome guy can refresh you! I just looked in the mirror, and all of the tiredness from before swept away. Say, shouldn’t I sell some pictures? With this fatigue-relief function, charging 50 credit points isn’t too much, right?"

[Damn!]

[Damn!]

[Damn!]

Seeing that the live chat had turned into a football field, Bert sighed and said:

"Keep it civilized, even if you disagree with the streamer, don’t do this. I see it’s just jealousy because the streamer is handsome! Forget it, being envied for good looks is common. The streamer won’t argue with you. Let me check how this one died... Damn, their eyeballs have burst out, could it be they went all-in with four Aces only to run into a straight flush? Damn, why do I feel tired again..."