They covered the ground beneath, like marble tiles. The most spine-chilling part was the images on the cards.
They were neither hearts nor spades, not kings nor queens. On each card face was a human face.
They were living, moving, changing human faces. They seemed like real lives, imprisoned within the cards,
When Wen Xishu walked by, the eyes on the cards would all swivel in unison, following his footsteps.
Some card faces were of crying infants, cheeks flushed red, mouths open, yet unable to make any sound.
Some were distortedly laughing maniacs, eyeballs bulging as if they would pop out, but there was zero joy in that grin, only madness.
Some card faces changed slowly, for instance, a beautiful face would gradually decay, a kind elderly face would twist into malice.
In the center of this hall was a gambling table.
Wen Xishu's opponent—the "Judge"—sat across from him.
