"Boss Lin and the others are really still alive?" A glimmer appeared in the Fatty's dim eyes. This was absolutely rare good news, both for him and for the Doctor.
No. 13 didn't waste any time. He took out a deck of cards and began divining right in front of everyone. No. 2 grabbed his shoulder, trying to stop him. "Stop! Your body can't withstand the backlash from divining twice in a row. The thing inside your door is getting hungrier and hungrier. What are you planning to lose this time, your entire arm?"
The next second, a bizarre sight unfolded. A white glove appeared out of thin air on the boy's left hand, of which only half a palm remained. The playing cards scattered across the ground seemed to come alive. Guided by the white glove, they began moving in an uncanny way, one after another trembling and flipping over, forming a ring around the last face-down card.
The Fatty instinctively counted the face-up cards: 52 regular cards and 2 jokers, 54 in total.
Clearly, the last face-down card didn't belong to the deck. It was an extra card. Curiosity surged through the Fatty like a wave. He stared intently at it, wanting to know what was on its face.
But he didn't notice that once the white glove appeared, No. 13's entire demeanor had turned strange. His face was deathly pale, his pupils dilated, and he looked like a soulless corpse.
Just as the last card began to tremble and the mystery was about to be revealed, a hand seized No. 13's wrist. After a brief struggle, the ritual was forcibly stopped.
No. 13 came back to his senses, his body trembling violently. He looked at Wu, who had appeared right in front of him in an instant.