Sweat streamed down the black-and-white fat man's face like rivulets, soaking his collar, and his face had turned deathly pale.
He knew full well that the Moonlit Tower's strict rules were no laughing matter.
That day, after Cui Jiuyang had won every last chip from the beautiful woman on the first floor, she had ended up as material for the second floor's "special program."
The stakes of the third-floor games went far beyond the money won and lost on the first floor. If Cui Jiuyang exposed the secret before everyone, he... he truly dared not imagine the terrifying consequences he would face.
Cui Jiuyang stopped keeping them in suspense. Pointing at the fat man, who was already like a startled bird, he declared, "Do you two know what this dealer's true form actually is?"
The hook-nosed man and the youth exchanged a glance and answered in unison, with some conviction but also some uncertainty, "We both thought he was... a Dream-Eating Tapir!"
At this, Cui Jiuyang burst into hearty laughter. "I nearly fell for that outward appearance myself!
"But he gave himself away in the Illusion Realm, and I saw through his true form.
"He isn't a Dream-Eating Tapir at all. He's a Nether-Ring Snake that has cultivated for years!"
Seeing their puzzled expressions, Cui Jiuyang continued, "Before the game began, he deliberately told us that ball was a 'Nightmare Ball,' and specifically stressed that it contained the most painful memories of someone's entire life. Even those black-and-white stripes on his body were deliberate."
"All of it suggested that he was a Dream-Eating Tapir that fed on dreams.
"Because once we decided he was a Dream-Eating Tapir, we would naturally assume that the Illusion Realm released from that Nightmare Ball must reflect a life someone had actually lived."
"Making us