Chen Mu felt no pity for a gambler like this. In the Late Tang Dynasty, human lives were not worth much to begin with, much less the life of someone like him.
In this dog-eat-dog world, it was also exceedingly common for demons to toy with human lives.
"The agreed time has come. I paid off your gambling debt for you, and now I will take your Essence, Qi, and Spirit."
Looking at the gambler's vacant eyes, Su Daji lightly tapped the pipe in her hand and spoke coldly.
"You're taking my life now? No, no, no! I don't want to die! I haven't lost yet. I'll definitely win! Please, let me go back. I'll definitely win enough chips and come back to repay you. Believe me, I can definitely win!"
The gambler clearly understood his fate. According to their agreement, Su Daji would take his life. Yet as death approached, he evidently regretted it. Or rather, he still had a great unfinished regret.
He wanted to win. He still wanted to keep gambling!
That was a gambler for you. Truly laughable.
"That isn't up to you."
Su Daji spoke indifferently. A cloud of green smoke drifted from her pipe, and the gambler was seized by an invisible force and lifted into the air. A faint ball of energy floated out from his body—it was this man's Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
To be honest, this gambler's Essence, Qi, and Spirit were terrible, of extremely poor quality. Perhaps no demon would think highly of them, much less a Demon Immortal like Su Daji.
She had no interest whatsoever in this gambler's essence. Su Daji had only reluctantly agreed to the deal because of the man's bizarre obsession.
As Su Daji pulled the gambler's Essence, Qi, and Spirit from his body, his