Dao Cheng Gui Xian

Chapter 93 The Eyes of the Literary Priest?
An uproar immediately erupted in the crowd.

Despite having seen them many times, these people were still amazed by Liu Yiming's eyes.

Seeing Li Hu's changed expression, everyone felt sorry for this stubborn young man. Now, he's even going to lose his uncle's five taels of silver; what a spendthrift!

Everyone, including Liu Yiming, couldn't help but turn their gaze to Li Wushou, hoping to glean something from his face, but his expression remained unchanged from before.

He remained calm and composed, with a faint smile on his lips.

Seeing that everyone was looking over, Li Wushou nodded slightly and slowly said, "Let's continue!"

Such demeanor made everyone secretly think: "Excellent! Truly worthy of someone of noble birth!"

Seeing Li Wushou's attitude, Liu Yiming felt relieved. If this nobleman went back on his word, all his blood would have been shed in vain. He dared not argue with such noblemen.

It would be best to acknowledge the debt!
This made Liu Mingyi even more excited; if he won just one more round, he could get the five taels of silver.

Fine beads of sweat glistened on Li Hu's forehead as he carefully and meticulously performed his trick. After a long while, the two bowls were securely placed on the table. Li Hu then tapped his chopsticks back and forth between the two bowls.

"Liu Yiming, now it's your turn to guess which bowl the ball is in?"

The crowd was dazzled by the performance and praised Li Hu's tricks, saying they were no less impressive than his master, Ghost Hand. It was a pity that he had encountered this Divine Eye Liu.

"Guess quickly! It's Liu the Sharp-Eyed!"

"If you guess correctly, it's five taels of silver!"

"I'm so envious!"

The crowd urged Liu Yiming on, eagerly awaiting the final outcome of the five taels of silver!
A moment later, everyone noticed something was wrong. Liu Yiming, who had just been so confident, was now sweating and frowning, as if he was puzzled by something.

"Li Hu, you did so well this time? Even the Divine Eye couldn't see through you?"

Everyone had the same thought, but Liu Yiming wasn't troubled by it. He had pricked his fingers all over in a short time, but he couldn't squeeze out any blood.

The white paper around his waist, now free from the stain of blood, had its golden pupil slowly fade and become almost invisible.

Liu, puzzled, pulled his hand out of his pocket, causing a gasp from the onlookers:
"Ah! Liu Shenyan, your hand is bleeding!"

Liu Yiming looked down and saw that his five fingers, which he had just pricked all over, were gushing blood like a fountain. Liu Yiming was shocked, but then he was overjoyed. He didn't bother to bandage them and quickly put his hands back in his pockets.

But to his horror, the blood stopped flowing again after he put the finger back in his pocket, without even a trace of blood left. He wiped the five fingers on a piece of white paper, and there was no blood at all!

"It's a ghost! It's a ghost!"

Liu Yiming cried out in his heart, took out his hand, and wanted to exchange it for another one!
But the moment he pulled it out, the surrounding audience exclaimed again: "Ouch! He's bleeding so much! Liu Shenyan, you should get it bandaged up first!"

Li Hu didn't know what was wrong with Liu Yiming. He only saw Liu Yiming repeatedly putting his bleeding hand in and taking it out.

He even switched hands, but strangely, the other hand, after being tucked into his clothes, also started gushing blood, just like the first one.

"Liu Yiming, what are you up to? Guess!"

Li Hu was getting impatient and urged Liu Yiming to hurry up.

Whether from excessive blood loss or from Liu Yiming's nervousness, his face gradually turned pale. He kept muttering incredulously, "How could this be?"

Seeing Li Hu urging him on, Liu Yiming also became determined.

He reached into his clothes with both hands and shook out his belongings, including the piece of white paper.

Liu Yiming sprayed ten streams of blood onto the white paper. He was delighted and was about to pick up the paper when a sudden gust of cold wind swept through the room, and the paper floated right into Li Wushou's hand.

The white paper, which had absorbed a small amount of blood, trembled slightly, almost imperceptibly, and a golden eye appeared and disappeared on it.

Li Wushou gripped the white paper, his expression enigmatic. He was very familiar with the aura emanating from it. It was the unique scent of the City God lineage—was this the eye of the Civil Official?
Liu Yiming, whose ten fingers were bleeding, changed drastically, but immediately stood up and said to Li Wushou:
"My lord, this paper is mine, you..." "Oh~ guess first, I'll give it back to you after you've guessed!"

Liu Yiming's face turned pale, his lips twitched a few times, and he had no choice but to bite the bullet and guess an answer, which naturally differed greatly from the situation in the bowl!

"Hiss! Liu Shenyan was actually fooled?"

"I really misjudged it!"

"This is the first time I've ever misjudged Liu Shenyan!"

The onlookers were abuzz with discussion, finding Liu Yiming's misjudgment as astonishing.

Li Hu, however, was in high spirits and rallied his forces. Without further hesitation, he once again performed the trick of the Three Immortals Returning to the Cave.

A moment later, Li Hu turned the bowl upside down and pointed his chopsticks at the porcelain bowl again.

"The final round will decide the winner; it's your turn to guess Liu Yiming!"

Liu Yiming had just stopped the bleeding from all ten of his fingers when he was startled by Li Hu's loud shout. Having lost his white paper talisman eye, how could he possibly see Li Hu's actions clearly?
But he was unwilling to give up; he was just one game away from winning the five taels of silver.

Liu Yi gritted his teeth and said to Li Hu, "I bet there aren't any balls here, they're all in your hands."

Li Hu smiled and crossed his arms.

"Just drive it!"

His confident demeanor was just like Liu Yiming's from moments before. The onlookers held their breath, afraid of disturbing the two people in the room.

Liu Yiming shakily reached out his hand, and just as his hand was about to touch the bowl, he suddenly shouted:
"I've changed it. There's one in this bowl, and the rest are in your hands!"

Li Hu's eyes twitched, and Liu Yiming raised his hand and lifted both bowls at the same time.

"Whoosh!"

The crowd stirred, and everyone craned their necks to look at the table between the two.

"How could it not be?"

Liu Yiming's face was bitter. He had guessed wrong; there really wasn't anything inside!

"You win, Li Hu!"

Liu Yiming was able to accept defeat gracefully and readily admitted it.

He then stood up, silently packed up his gambling stall, and finally said to the crowd, "I am not as good as Ghost Hand, so I will no longer set up this gambling stall."

After saying this, without waiting for anyone's reaction, Liu Yiming walked up to Li Wushou, bowed, and then said:

"My lord, can you return the paper to me now?"

Looking at the handsome and refined Li Wushou in front of him, Liu Yiming had a vague feeling that his previous situation was related to the other party, so he decisively admitted defeat.

As long as I get that talisman eye back, I'll simply have to find another place to make a living.

As for whether it's related to the other party or not, whether it is related or not, I can't afford to offend them in any case.

Li Wushou smiled slightly and tossed the object in his hand. Liu Yiming hurriedly caught it, but felt that the weight was wrong.

Looking down at the five taels of silver lying in his hand, Liu Yiming was somewhat taken aback. "What is this, sir?"

"Tell me where this paper came from, and this silver is yours!"

(End of this chapter)