The middle-aged drunkard's brow was tightly furrowed. After the mysterious old man in a black robe had detailed the gambling content, he turned around and left, then suddenly disappeared into the crowd.
After he left there, he kept murmuring to himself.
"I fucking didn't agree to it! Hmph, that old man, what on earth was that about? I didn't agree at all!"
"Damn it! Such a bet can't possibly hold up, can it? I didn't agree!"
Despite saying this, deep inside, he was still filled with fear because there were too many strange and mysterious powers in this world, and people generally preferred to believe they could exist rather than not.
Even though he hadn't agreed, the bet might have already been established, possibly involving some mysterious and terrible powers.
At that thought, the middle-aged drunkard shuddered.
He recalled the specific content of the bet.
"Until the new day arrives, do not come into contact with any liquid..."
What on earth is that supposed to mean?
