After losing nine rounds in a row, Chen Lin decided to place a big bet.
Whether his Talent Ability worked or not, he had to take a gamble, so he chose a Gambling Table with higher odds.
This Gambling Table was peculiar.
There was no projected image or sand table model, only a patch of black soil floating in midair, a little over two zhang long and roughly one and a half zhang wide.
It looked like an oversized Gambling Table.
Chen Lin studied it intently.
The soil was divided into small squares, each marked with a number.
There were twenty-four in all.
The rules of the Gambling Match were to guess what was planted in each square. Players could guess one or all twenty-four.
The more they guessed, the higher the payout.
But they did not have to imagine the answers out of thin air. There were twenty-four item names to choose from; the main task was guessing where each had been planted.
This was right up Chen Lin's alley.
His Talent Ability excelled at multiple-choice questions. As long as it worked, he would hit the mark every time.
He watched for a while.
Then Chen Lin took out three fruits of each color and placed them in the betting area. The Dealer immediately handed him twenty-four wooden lots, each bearing words.
Next, he took out a lot-drawing tube.
He put all the wooden lots inside, muttered under his breath, and began shaking it vigorously.
One wooden lot flew out.
The words on it read "golden turtle flower."
Chen Lin had never heard of this spirit plant. After a glance, he inserted the lot into the first patch of soil.
It vanished in a flash.
Next came the second. The lot he shook out read "yeming ziyou." He had