The fever of Jar Shop quickly spread throughout Suotuo City like wildfire, but within three days, the originally remote alley had turned into the busiest place in the city.
Before dawn, there was a long queue at the door of the shop. Some people were wrapped in quilts and squatted in the cold wind all night, with bloodshot eyes, but they stared at the closed wooden door, as if there was a fairy destiny hidden behind that door that could reach heaven in one step.
At the outermost edge of the team, several men wearing black short coats with fierce scars on their faces were smoking cigarettes and scanning with sinister eyes at each of the embarrassed-looking Soul Master.
"Brother, you have no money?" A man with a scarred face approached a ragged middle-aged Soul Master, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a bewitching tone, "It doesn't matter, we 'Black Tiger Hall' lend money, the interest is low, and the loan is fast, one thousand Gold Soul Coin, just pay back one thousand two in one month."
The middle-aged Soul Master raised his head suddenly, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and then dimmed. "One thousand and two? I... I can't afford it. I have sold the house, and my wife has returned to her parents' home with the children. If I don't pay back, I will really have nothing."
"What are you afraid of?" Scared Face sneered and pointed in the direction of Jar Shop, "As long as you open a piece of Thousand-Year Soul Bone, not to mention one thousand or two, you will have one hundred and two hundred thousand! Then you will be the leader. Man, your wife and children won't come back to you obediently? If you are lucky enough to get a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, let alone Suotuo City, you can walk sideways on the whole Heaven Dou Empire!"
Middle-aged Soul Master's breathing suddenly became rapid.
He thought of the farmer in coarse clothes yesterday who spent one thousand Gold Soul Coin to open a jar and actually opened a five-hundred-year-old top quality wind wolf Soul Ring. It was bought on the spot by a Soul Master Academy for five thousand Gold Soul Coin.
A farmer can turn around, why can't he, a level 26 Soul Grandmaster?
"Okay! I'll borrow it!" He gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, "I'll lend you two thousand Gold Soul Coin! If you can't get anything good this time, I'll... I'll sell myself to you as a thug!"
"Refreshing!" Scared Face laughed loudly, took out a bag of Gold Soul Coin from his arms and threw it to him, "Sign and pledge, and the money is yours!"
The middle-aged Soul Master signed his name tremblingly, took a heavy bag of money, and rushed into the Jar Shop that had just opened the door like crazy.
The scarred face looked at his back with a cruel smile on his lips.
There used to be dozens of fools like this every day in gambling houses, let alone now.
I thought I could win the bet on fate, but I didn't know that from the moment I picked up the hammer and smashed the first jar, I had already lost everything.
If they hadn't been able to keep the good stuff, they would have opened it long ago, and of course they wouldn't have opened it.
"Clang!"
Another black clay pot shattered on the ground.
The middle-aged Soul Master looked at the ordinary hemp rope among the fragments, his vision went dark, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Impossible... impossible..." he murmured to himself, his eyes bloodshot, "I am obviously very religious! I worshiped the moon for three hours last night! Why is this a piece of shit still!"
He rushed to the counter, slapped all the remaining one thousand Gold Soul Coin on the table, and shouted, "One more! I will definitely be able to get something good this time! I will definitely be able to!"
The boss handed him a black clay pot expressionlessly.
Middle-aged Soul Master held the jar in both hands, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed three times to the jar, causing blood to flow from his forehead.
"Great Angel God bless you! You must give me a Soul Bone! You must give me a Soul Bone!"
After saying that, he used all his strength and smashed it down hard.
"Clang!"
The clay pot was broken.
A watermelon bigger than a clay pot popped out.
Ordinary, nothing special at all.
The air froze instantly.
Middle-aged Soul Master stared blankly at the watermelon on the ground, the expression on his face solidifying little by little.
After half a minute, he suddenly let out a shrill scream, squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, and began to cry loudly.
"Why... why... I have nothing left... my house is gone, my wife and children are gone, and now I don't even have the last bit of money... What's the point of living for me..."
The people around him just looked at him indifferently, then turned their heads and continued to stare at the jar in their hands, as if his collapse had nothing to do with them.
Some people even secretly rejoice: Fortunately, I am not the unlucky one, and I will definitely be the next one to get something good.
Scarface walked over, patted him on the shoulder, and said in a cold tone, "Brother, the time is up, please pay back the money."
Middle-aged Soul Master raised his head, his face full of tears and snot, his eyes empty. "I have no money... I have nothing..."
"No money?" Scarface sneered and waved to the two men behind him, "Then follow the rules. Break his legs and sell them to the noble master to feed Soul Beast."
Two men immediately stepped forward, lifted up the middle-aged Soul Master who was lying limply on the ground, and dragged him out.
The middle-aged Soul Master did not resist, but was dragged along like a puppet on strings, repeating. "I shouldn't have opened the can... I shouldn't have opened the can..."
His voice became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared at the end of the alley.
No one sympathized with him.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the black clay pots on the counter.
"You see it."
In Drunken Immortal Tower's box, Gui Mengguan put down the telescope in his hand with an extremely solemn expression, "It has only been three days, and seven people have already lost their money because of opening cans, three committed suicide by jumping into the river, and two had their legs broken by loan sharks. If this continues, the entire Suotuo City will be destroyed by this Jar Shop, and even people from other places."
Ning Rongrong bit his lip, with red eyes. "It's so pitiful... Why don't they understand? How can there be so many good things that fall from the sky?"
"Greed is the original sin." Qian Gujue sighed softly, "People always overestimate their luck and always think that they will be the exception. Especially when they see people around them really getting good things, this kind of luck will be infinitely magnified."
At this moment, the cheers of Dai Mubai came from the distance.
Dai Mubai rushed out happily, holding a sparkling goggles in his hand, with a proud smile on his face, "Look! I have opened a good thing again! This is Enchanted Heart Protector Mirror, which can withstand a full blow of the Soul Sage level! I spent three thousand Gold Soul Coin to open such a treasure, it's a huge profit!"
Ma Hongjun followed him, dejected, with tears on his face. "Boss Dai, you are so lucky... I borrowed another thousand Gold Soul Coin, and got a pair of straw sandals... They are still broken... Wuwuwu... I owe two thousand Gold Soul Coin now, and I will never be able to pay it back in my life..."