I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

Meanwhile, Lu Bingkun, sitting at the gambling table, is undergoing a completely different transformation.

He could feel warm currents flowing into his body.

Life surged forth like a tide, quickly filling his decaying body.

The shriveled muscles gradually became fuller, and the loose skin regained its firmness and elasticity.

His gray hair turned black again, and his lost teeth grew back one by one.

The soreness and dull pain throughout my body vanished, replaced by a feeling of inexhaustible strength.

"Me... I've become younger?"

Lu Bingkun stood up impatiently and strode to the full-length mirror in the corner of the entertainment room.

The mirror reflected a man in his early twenties.

He had jet-black hair, a rosy complexion, sharp eyes, and a tall, upright posture.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Looking in the mirror, Lu Bingkun said "good" three times in a row, his voice loud and clear.

He really looks younger!

The feeling of getting something back is a million times better than earning billions.

Without even glancing at the children struggling and pleading on the ground, he turned and walked back to the gambling table.

Looking at the empty seat opposite him, Lu Bingkun's eyes grew increasingly fervent.

The lifespans of his three children made him decades younger.

not enough.

Far from enough.

He had nine children, plus four illegitimate sons and three illegitimate daughters.

There are thirteen people in the Jian generation.

If he could win back all their lifespans, how much younger would he be?

He has figured out the pattern; he's going to win even more!

He may live to be a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand years old!

The thought of this made his blood boil.

"continue."

Lu Bingkun slammed his hand on the table, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement:

"I'm betting all my children on this one."

"There are thirteen members in the Jian generation of the Lu family, including both legitimate and illegitimate children."

"If we win, all the remaining lifespans of all of them will be mine."

"If you lose, their lives, as well as all the businesses, assets, and connections of the Lu family, will all be yours."

He spoke of it casually.

The dice cup remained silent for a few seconds, as if weighing the deal, hesitant to begin.

Lu Bingkun guessed the big or small number correctly more than a dozen times in a row, returning to his peak physical condition, and his confidence had swelled.

He seemed to sense the underworld official's hesitation and couldn't wait to speak:

"I'll bet my life with you—plus my life. If you win, you can take everything I own."

A few seconds later.

"Splash—"

The dice cup floated up again, this time shaking even more violently, the sound making the tabletop tremble slightly.

It agreed.

This is an even bigger gamble.

A confident smile crept onto Lu Bingkun's lips.

Gamblers, after all, all like big wins.

The bigger the game, the more exciting it is.

He was 100% certain of winning.

……

……

The dice cup vibrated for the last time while suspended in the air.

This time, the shaking sound was gentle and lingering, carrying a familiar rhythm.

Lu Bingkun listened intently, his ears trembling.

As he listened, he became somewhat dazed.

The way this dice is rolled is all too familiar.

So familiar that it's etched into my childhood memories, and I can still recall it decades later.

Long-forgotten memories flooded back into my mind uncontrollably.

……

More than fifty years ago, in an old house in the port city.

Red candles flicker, on their wedding night.

The young and gentle Chen Shulan, dressed in a bright red wedding gown, sat opposite him with a stern face.

He coaxed her gently, "Alan, don't always be so tense, it's too tiring."

I'll roll the dice, you guess high or low. A correct guess wins a prize, a wrong guess incurs a penalty, okay?

Although Chen Shulan was still somewhat angry, she was clearly relaxed.

Chen Shulan, the only daughter of a gambling tycoon, is most skilled at rolling dice.

The couple enjoyed a sweet period after their marriage.

Chen Shulan would sometimes slip up, deliberately letting Lu Bingkun guess the correct number, to accommodate his fallen pride.

……

……

This familiar technique is clearly Chen Shulan's unique dice-rolling habit!

The sudden fragments of memory startled Lu Bingkun, leaving him in a state of confusion.

Why would I suddenly think of a dead person?

Distracting thoughts arose, and my mind was in turmoil, causing me to miss a second.

It's just a coincidence, merely a similarity.

Lu Bingkun shook his head, and based on the dice roll, he was 100% certain—this time the number was high, it must be a big one.

Absolutely right!

"big!!"

Lu Bingkun's eyes were bloodshot, and he was immersed in an extremely inflated desire, making muffled "hoarse" sounds—more like a beast than a human.

The dice cup stopped shaking abruptly.

"Thump."

The dice cup was placed on the table, but it remained unopened for a long time.

Looking at the sealed dice cup, Lu Bingkun's face broke into a confident smile.

Won.

He still won.

The final round is all-in to decide the outcome; the winner will live forever, enjoy eternal life, and possess endless glory!

From then on, he will be able to escape the cycle of reincarnation, take control of a multi-billion dollar business, and live a carefree life for generations!

Lu Bingkun pounced forward, gripped the lid of the pot tightly with his five fingers, and suddenly yanked it open!

next second.

The smile froze on his face.

Three dice are quietly displayed at the bottom of the cup.

With all three points aligned, the leopard can be easily defeated.

The next second, within a thousand miles, countless hidden anomalies simultaneously erupted in every corner of Jiangcheng.

In the detached villas of the Lu family, in the booths of top-tier nightclubs in the city center, in five-star presidential suites, in private high-end club rooms, in the back seat of luxury cars returning from overseas—

Without exception, all members of the Jian generation of the Lu clan collapsed suddenly without warning.

One second they were indulging in extravagance and pleasure, living a life of debauchery.

The next second, they all convulsed violently, became unable to speak, and their pupils suddenly dilated.

"What's going on?!"

"Young Master Yun! What happened to Young Master Yun?!"

"Call an ambulance immediately! Someone is having an epileptic seizure!"

"Someone's dead! Someone's dead! Look at his face!"

"Something's fishy! Call the Special Investigation Bureau!"

Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, the young men of the Lu family, who were in the prime of their lives, instantly transformed into frail old men.

……

……

……

Lu Bingkun's blood froze instantly, and his mind went completely blank.

He was even somewhat bewildered.

How could I possibly lose?

He heard it clearly, it was definitely big!

How could there be three ones?

How could it be that leopards can kill everything?

"No...it's impossible..."

"You definitely cheated! You cheated!"

Enraged, Lu Bingkun vomited blood and pounded his chest repeatedly.

"You lied to me! You cheated!!"

Why? Why, in the end?!

There was no response, but the betting was over, and it was time to collect the stakes.

The next second, an irresistible force suddenly crushed down.

It was as if a pair of invisible, enormous hands had grabbed Lu Bingkun's limbs and were suddenly dragging him backward!

"Let me go! I won't give up! I want to bet again! One more round!!"

He struggled frantically, his eyes filled with resentment:

"I still have a daughter, I still have a grandson, I still have money! Bet with me, bet with me!"

But all the struggles were in vain.

Pfft!

Lu Bingkun was slammed hard onto the marble floor, and then all the lifespan he had just borrowed was being stripped away at a speed of ten or a hundred times.

Let him taste the sweetness to the fullest, and then take it away again in one go—

In just a few seconds, it seemed as if Lu Bingkun had gone through the aging process all over again.

From a twenty-year-old youth, he rapidly regressed to the state of near death he had just experienced.

The aging process was accelerated, and the resulting pain from bone shrinkage and organ failure piled up, tormenting Lu Bingkun to the point of unbearable agony.

He lay paralyzed on the ground, unable to move, his breathing becoming weak, as if he would die at any moment.

On the aged faces of the three people beside them, Lu Jianmin and the others simultaneously revealed expressions of satisfaction.

I don't know if it's a hallucination.

The crystal chandelier overhead swayed, and a phantom shadow slowly emerged.

Judging from her figure, she should be a woman, dressed in an old-fashioned white shroud, with her hair tied up and her face covered with a flat white cloth.

The white cloth covered his eyebrows and face, revealing no expression whatsoever.

Even though you can't see the expression, you can still feel it:

She was smiling.

She was laughing hysterically.

From the other end of the shattered phone on the floor, the personal secretary's anxious voice rang out:

[Mr. Lu, did you receive my message? I finally got through to you on the phone.]

Master Zhang and his disciple were involved in a car accident immediately after landing yesterday and are currently receiving emergency treatment at the hospital…

[The person couldn't be saved; their mouth, eyes, and ears were filled with cement when they died... The Special Investigation Bureau has taken over the investigation... Feed? Feed? Can you hear me?]

If Master Zhang is dead, then who is staying in the mansion...?

"Click—"

A clap of thunder sounded, and Lu Bingkun pulled out the amulet given to him by "Master Zhang" from his pocket, only to find that it was just a bundle of paper money.

He pieced together the whole story, his face a mixture of crying and laughing:

"Alan, Alan, it's you...it's always been you..."

He understood; from beginning to end, the underworld messenger was Chen Shulan.

There was no bribing ghosts or gods, no borrowing lifespan to defy fate, and no gambling on destiny to change one's luck.

—From the arrival of "Master Zhang" last night, to the banquet of a hundred ghosts in the card room, to gambling at the gambling table, gambling with money and life, the entire clan was wiped out.

It was all part of Chen Shulan's plan from beginning to end.

She wanted the Lu family to be wiped out, and she wanted Lu Bingkun to have no descendants!

Who else could do that besides her?

She knew everything about him, including his childhood experience making a living in casinos and his ability to identify dice by sound.

Similarly, she knew better than anyone else about Lu Bingkun's greed and cold-bloodedness.

Therefore, Chen Shulan did not kill him directly.

Instead, it gradually fueled his greed, indulged his madness time and time again, and watched him lose all his wealth step by step.

Give first, then take; let go first, then kill.

This is the ultimate way to kill someone by destroying their spirit.

……

"Shulan...you're so cruel, so heartless..."

Tears welled up in Lu Bingkun's cloudy eyes, his smile more painful than a grimace: "I...I was wrong..."

"Spare my life... I know I was wrong..."

"I'm giving everything back to you... I'm giving everything back to you... Please let me go..."

He struggled desperately, wanting to kowtow and beg for mercy, wanting to atone for his sins and beg for life.

—But the white figure standing under the lamplight remained silent throughout.

His face was covered by a white cloth, and he showed no emotion.

Only indifference remains.

……

……

"Hehehehe—"

Lu Bingkun's struggles gradually weakened, and the convulsions slowly stopped.

he died.

The ruthless and cold-blooded head of the Lu family, who had dominated Hong Kong for half his life, ultimately died beside the gambling table he himself had set up, his breath fading away.

The white figure beckoned, and an unformed soul emerged from the corpse's mouth.

For Lu Bingkun, death was not the end.

The real torment is only beginning now.

The white figure slowly disappeared into the void, and dawn was approaching on the horizon.

……

……

Natural light filtered gently into the room through the gaps in the French windows.

Beside the door, three elderly men with completely white hair sat quietly on the ground.

Lü Jianmin, Lü Jianye, Lü Jiancheng.

The three men, weeping and weak, knelt on the ground, repeatedly confessing and begging for mercy.

"Auntie, this has nothing to do with us... It's a grudge from the previous generation...it has nothing to do with us..."

"We didn't know...we did nothing wrong...please let us go."

"We are innocent... Please... spare our lives..."

They claimed they had never been involved in the grudges and entanglements of the previous generation, nor were they aware of Lu Bingkun's actions in causing the death of his first wife.

But in the story of cause and effect and reincarnation, there are never any innocent people.

The sins of the fathers are committed by their descendants.

The more benefits you enjoy, the more negative consequences you must bear.

The three of them grew weaker and weaker, their life force slowly fading away.

Lu Jianmin quietly collapsed beside the cold door panel, took one last look at his biological father's body, and then laughed as he passed away.

Immediately afterwards, Lu Jiancheng and Lu Jianye also became stiff and completely lost their vitality.

In the entire entertainment room, only the surveillance camera in the corner diligently recorded everything.

After an unknown amount of time, hurried footsteps finally came from outside the main building.

"Quick! Break down the door!"

"The number of victims is still being tallied. First, we need to identify Lu Bingkun, Lu Jianmin, Lu Jianye, and Lu Jiancheng—"

"Found it! It's here!!"

After receiving the message, the Special Investigation Bureau officers rushed into the main building to conduct a thorough search.

Finally, the tightly closed door to the basement entertainment room was violently broken open.

Sunlight streamed in, illuminating the entire sky.

The spacious and luxurious entertainment room was spotless, with no signs of a struggle.

Beside the gambling table, Lu Bingkun lay dead.

Beside the gate, three white-haired old men lay still and lifeless.

The whole room was deathly still.

"First, determine the cause of death."

The team leader took a deep breath. "Something big is about to happen."

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