Chapter 86: Identity rules

Jiang Luo's expression abruptly became a bit strange.

In the eyes of the evil spirits, it was a combination of fear and anger. The black-haired young man must have built up a bellyful of anger, not realizing that Jiang Luo was just holding back his laughter.

Jiang Luo, who doesn't even know how to shoot a real gun, comes up to tease people, and Jiang Luo only thinks Chi You is very funny.

Even Jiang Luo jumped at the chance to jump in the tiger's mouth.

He raised an eyebrow, the narrow tail of his eye sweeping over the first mate with a smirk, a look that seemed to be wrapped in a honeyed veneer, "Is that so?"

In the draw box, he gently touched the card in his palm and smiled flirtatiously, "First mate, you want me to take this one?"

The surface of the card was smooth, no bumps could be felt. But Jiang Luo didn't believe that Chi You would be so kind as to give him the Master card he wanted.

On the contrary, Chi You is obviously here to deliberately disturb him and fill him with trouble.

Just like the cup of Harmony Charms, how could Jiang Luo fall for Chi You's scheme again?

The Evil Ghost's pure white mask cut in half in the night and the light, it even looked a little silent and terrifying, he laughed softly, "Believe me, the card I'm holding is the one you want."

His tone teased, "That deck in the guest's hand is not a rare sight."

Jiang Luo scrutinized every expression of the evil spirit.

The evil spirit smiled calmly, his deep eyes contained a bit of amusement. The card in the palm of his hand continued to draw circles on Jiang Luo's skin with a careless look, seemingly certain of Jiang Luo's choice.

Jiang Luo suddenly smiled, and his fingers inside the drawer box actively probed forward, seemingly tracing vaguely over the evil spirit's gloves. Jiang Luo winked at him, "Mr. First Mate, but I always feel that you don't have good intentions."

If the evil spirits can molest Jiang Luo, why can't Jiang Luo molest them back.

Suppressing an evil spirit is great, provided of course that the spirit doesn't have the ability to eat Jiang Luo.

Ge Zhu on the side waited patiently for them, and the waiter's expression didn't show the slightest hint of wrongness. Because just from the surface, no one would ever think that their hands had pulled together inside the lottery box.

The evil spirit hooked Jiang Luo's fingers, just a handshake, but there was an endless itch, as if the lotus roots were broken, invisible threads binding these two pairs of equally long and bony hands.

A dark fire rose slightly in the man's deep blue eyes, "I suddenly have some regrets."

The card slid to Jiang Luo's fingertips, the sharpness gently touching the dark-haired youth's full fingertips, leaving a fleeting red mark.

Jiang Luo's drawn card is touched by an evil spirit.

The Evil Ghost said with full intent, "Maybe it would be good to let you smoke this one."

Hearing this, Jiang Luo suddenly hesitated.

He looked at the evil spirit's puzzled smile and began to wonder if this was another one of Chi You's traps.

He drew the master card, and Chi You said it just to confuse him, handing him a slave card as well. But it's also possible that he did draw the slave card and the evil spirit gave him the master card.

But why would the evil spirits help him? Any way you look at it, it looks like a conspiracy.

So, should he change his cards or not?

Which card is the correct answer?

The evil spirit seemed to see his faltering, and added a bit more pleasure and compulsion to his laughter, "So guest, which one do you choose?"

The waiter duly voiced a reminder, "Guest, please draw out your card."

Jiang Luo smiled calmly and looked confident: "There's no rush."

He lifted his eyelids to look at the evil spirit and hooked a finger toward him.

The evil spirit raised an eyebrow and bent closer.

"Mr. Evil Ghost," he said as the dark-haired youth's spit sprayed Chi You's ear, "you're a shell that doesn't please me as much as your real body."

The evil spirit's throat rolled lightly as he stifled a laugh, "My pleasure."

With each other's breaths intertwined, the evil spirit did not expect Jiang Luo to take the initiative to come up to him. He was in a good mood, "Based on how beautiful you are today, guest, I can't help but want to remind you one more time."

The evil spirit inserted the card in his hand into Jiang Luo's fingers, "This one, suits you best."

These words sounded to Jiang Luo's ears as if they were saying: this slave card is the most suitable for your identity.

Jiang Luo lightly poured out a sigh of relief and made up his mind. He decisively and sharply put away his smile, no Bi Gan briskly withdrew his hand and took out the card he had drawn, "No need, I think this is the card that suits me best."

The smile at the corner of the evil spirit's mouth turned into false regret as he followed suit and drew his hand, the white cards spinning around, the one with the crown design facing Jiang Luo.

"Master card."

What he gave Jiang Luo was a master card.

Jiang Luo looked uncertainly at the golden crown on his deck, and after a long while, he lowered his head and gradually removed his thumb from his deck, fixedly looking at the pattern in the center for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed in a relaxed tone, "How fortunate, I'm also a master card."

Without waiting for anyone else to speak, he naturally inserted the deck into one of his breast pockets and said with a big smile, "Thanks to the First Mate for bringing me good luck, folks, we're going to hit the dance floor."

Jiang Luo turned around and was about to leave when he suddenly lost his footing and glanced back at the first officer, "By the way, I remember I once complained about you to the captain, and he promised me to make sure that I wouldn't let you appear in front of me again."

"But never mind," he shrugged, turning around, his black hair making dashingly handsome arcs in the air, "after all, some people are like a bug that can't be shaken off."

As the words fell, they had stepped into the midst of the dancing crowd.

There was silence at the gate for a moment before the attendant took the initiative and said, "First Mate ......"

"You didn't look at his deck." The first mate interrupted.

The waiter queried, "Isn't it the Crown Card?"

The first mate let out a laugh and said to himself, "Also, with a waste ...... like you, how can you possibly see through him.

The music in the ballroom was soft.

Dodging the waiter with his glass of wine, Jiang Luo's footsteps are fast.

Ge Zhu was about to lose him, "Jiang Luo, why are you walking so fast? I just realized today that your legs are really long."

Jiang Luo's speed was even faster, and it was only after he turned his head and could not see Chi You that he slowed down his pace. He pulled Ge Zhu to stand in the corner and his face sank.

Ge Zhu's heart lifted, "What's wrong, something happened?"

Jiang Luo pulls his deck from his pocket, he thumbs down to reveal the design above.

The black chains were clear as day.

Ge Zhu: "......"

After a long time, he found his voice, "So Lu Youyi's words about your poisonous milk plus bad luck were all true."

Jiang Luo felt a zing as he said feebly, "This time is just an exception."

Ge Zhu's eyes were obviously disbelieving, but as a good man, he still comforted, "It's okay, Jiang Luo, I believe you will have a good fortune. As the saying goes, when the time comes, good things will come, and if you have bad luck this time, good things will come closer next time."

Jiang Luo exhaled a cloudy breath as he placed the deck back in his pocket, "You're right. As a matter of urgency, I need to get myself a new deck."

Ge Zhu: "How to change?"

Jiang Luo looks toward the door.

They had just passed many, many people along the way. It was easy to tell the rich from the poor in the ballroom, not only in dress and demeanor, but also in whether or not they wore masks on their faces.

The rich all wore masks that covered half their faces, masks that were either ornate or understated, with all the details of high luxury. The poor, on the other hand, had a clean face, and on such occasions it was as if they were goods being measured for their value.

Jiang Luo's eyes moved to the wall.

The rules of the prom were posted on the wall.

Rule #1: You can't refuse someone's request to view a deck.

Article 2: "Slaves" must obey their "masters" without restriction.

Article 3: When the master and slave perform on stage, the "master" shall ensure the safety of the "slave".

......

Each one of them, contains a huge point of information.

The first one is nothing compared to the second and third.

What is a master-slave show, guaranteeing the safety of the slave's life, understood in another way, which means that it's okay to do anything else during the show as long as you don't get anyone killed?

Would the lives of slaves have been insecure if not for the performance stage hours?

And who makes the rules and what are the penalties for not following them.

Jiang Luo's eyes sank as his gaze moved back to the first rule.

With such harsh conditions, the rich take advantage and the poor are mostly at risk. But as far as the eye could see, there were countless civilians at the ball, including women with pretty faces who were eager to marry into the rich family, men who wanted to hook up with rich women, and the middle-aged decadent crowd with fat heads and greedy eyes who wanted to have a fling.

Everyone thinks they're the lucky ones who will meet a romantic one-night stand even with a slave license, but Jiang Luo doesn't think so.

The chain card is like a hot potato, Jiang Luo thought, I want to change it immediately.

By all rights, he shouldn't have been in such a hurry.

After all, Jiang Luo's face was a mask, everyone knew he was a rich man, and rich men mostly had master cards. Other rich people with master cards would not come to check out Jiang Luo's cards, and slaves would be even less likely to ask Jiang Luo to show his cards to them.

--provided Chi You is not in the middle of this party.

Jiang Luo could almost imagine what kind of rakish grin the evil spirit would show and what excesses he would do after Chi You had reacted to the fact that he was a slave tag.

A sense of crisis crept in.

Jiang Luo had been sure that Chi You didn't know how to express his desire, because of this poisonous milk to himself, Jiang Luo again uncertainly thought, he deduced that Chi You didn't know how to make love as a result, could it be true?

Jiang Luo felt that his speculations were justified, but a small voice asked in the back of his mind, what if?

What if you poison the milk again.

Beneath the mask, the black-haired youth's eyebrows twitched. He beckoned Ge Zhu and whispered, "You will cooperate with me so much later ......"

After the explanation, the two men retraced their steps to the gate.

Jiang Luo walked up to the waiter, who saw him and saluted, "Sir, may I help you?"

"It's like this," Jiang Luo said slowly, his tone tinged with a well-deserved caprice, "I've lost my card, and I'd like to draw a new one."

The waiter calmly said, "Of course."

"But there are a limited number of draw boxes belonging to the rich, and if you wish to redraw, you can only do so from the boxes belonging to the commoners," the attendant said, "Do you still wish to draw?"

Jiang Luo was silent for a moment, "What if those poor people lost their decks?"

"It's a shame then," the waiter gave a sympathetic look, "whatever cards they drew earlier automatically relegated them to 'slave' status."

Jiang Luo pursed his lips and was about to utilize his second plan when he saw six people walking not far away, none other than Lu Youyi.

Lu Youyi and the others didn't recognize him at first, but when they walked in and saw Jiang Luo's trademark dark hair and figure, they recognized him.

But pretending to be unaware of each other, they walked over to the waiter.

The waiter likewise asked them to draw lots, and Jiang Luo looked at them with implicit sympathy, shaking his head without a trace.

Don't smoke it. Go back and wash up.

It's enough for Ge Zhu and me to come in here.

When he shook his head, Lu Youyi was the first to put his hand into the box, and he looked confused at Jiang Luo's shaking of his head, and in the next moment he withdrew his hand from the box.

"What's this card?" He flipped the crown motif on the card over for the crowd to see, scratching his head in confusion, "Good or bad?"

The waiter was a bit surprised as he congratulated, "Congratulations on drawing the rare master card in the commoner's chest, the first of the night."

Jiang Luo: "......"