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"Playing mahjong with ghosts?!"

Lin Jiuying's words are much scarier than Alzheimer's.

Hearing his answer, not only Ah Hao on the side, but even the local Chinese who followed behind to watch the fun showed fearful expressions.

Because of the popularity of Theravada Buddhism in Thailand, it is natural to believe in the ghosts and gods. The Chinese here have settled down here for so long, and naturally they also believe in ghosts and gods. Needless to say, within two or three kilometers of Chinatown alone, there are many temples built here.

Even the Golden Buddha Temple, one of the three major Buddhist temples in Thailand, is located in Chinatown.

Built by local Chinese with funds, the temple is small in scale but with strong incense and many monks and tourists.

"True or false, Master."

Turning his head to look at the cheerful old money playing at the mahjong table, Ah Hao said with some doubts.

"In my opinion, Alzheimer's is more reliable. Otherwise, let's call the local Chinese and call a doctor."

"I asked you to study hard for a long time. Now you can't even open your eyes, and of course you can't see ghosts."

Hearing the words of his apprentice Ah Hao, Lin Jiuying shook his head.

From the duffel bag he grabbed, he took out a leaf carved from peach wood, muttered a few words in his mouth, and then stretched out his hand to gesture at it a few times before wiping it in front of Ah Hao.

As the peach tree leaves brushed his eyes, a faint blue light flashed in Ah Hao's eyes.

With the flash of blue light, Ah Hao first felt that his eyes were slightly cold, he blinked subconsciously, and when he looked up at the mahjong table, he saw that the mahjong table that was originally alone was already full. four 'people', and Lao Qian is reaching out to the other three 'people' begging for money.

"Sorry, it's a joke again, give money to money!"

Following Lao Qian's action, the other three 'people' on the mahjong table took out a stack of paper money from the drawer with expressionless faces and handed it to him, while Lao Qian, who reached out to take the paper money, didn't notice it. He licked his fingers, and then counted the paper money in his hand, as if he was not holding paper money that was burned to the dead, but Thai baht.

"Master, it seems that this old friend of yours is very lucky. These 'ghosts' who play mahjong with him are not opponents."

Seeing the strange scene in the living room, Ah Hao swallowed and said to Lin Jiuying beside him.

Since he arrived on the second floor just now, Lao Qian has won several games in a row at the mahjong table, seeing that his drawer is already full of paper money.

"The ghost is not afraid of how much you will win, but as long as you are won by it, then you will feel better."

In response, Lin Jiuying shook her head and said with a stern face.

"Why, Master?"

Hearing this, Ah Hao suddenly asked in confusion.

"You think that playing mahjong with a ghost doesn't cost you anything. The ghost finds someone to play mahjong just to find a substitute. If you win, it's fine. Once you lose, the ghost will take what you want from you, including your body. People. Playing mahjong with ghosts, of course, at the beginning, you will win because it has become a ghost. Of course, your luck will not be better than that of people, but you will play them one by one. When the ghosts use up your luck, the next round will be You're out of luck."

"Master, let's wake up the man quickly, or else he will start losing mahjong, or it will be miserable."

Hearing Lin Jiuying's explanation, Ah Hao looked at one person and three ghosts on the mahjong table, and hurriedly urged.

"It's not that simple. I look at his situation. At least he has been fascinated for two or three days. These ghosts have spent so long playing mahjong with others, and they are about to harvest. How could it be easy? Let it go, once you **** off these guys, I'm worried they'll just flip the table."

"Will the ghost turn the table?"

"Rabbits will bite people when they are in a hurry, let alone ghosts."

"Then what should we do, master, do we just watch him continue playing mahjong?"

Now that I've heard of it, these ghosts are scheming, and of course they can't be allowed to continue fighting.

"of course not."

Turning her head to look at the situation on the mahjong table, Lin Jiuying frowned and thought for a while, then looked back at the apprentice beside her.

"I need a little time to prepare, but the most important thing now is to replace the person who has been fascinated by ghosts."

Sensing Lin Jiuying's gaze on him, Ah Hao's heart trembled slightly, and a bad premonition immediately emerged.

"Master, don't you think so?"

Nodding, Lin Jiuying's response perfectly confirmed Ah Hao's inner thoughts.

"Ahao, I want you to change it and play mahjong with these ghosts instead of Lao Qian."

"Master, I can't play mahjong."

"It doesn't matter if you don't know how to fight. In the beginning, your luck is better than them. Even if you close your eyes, you can't lose."

"But, Master, what if I provoke these ghosts."

"Don't worry, everything is a teacher. You played mahjong in the past just to attract the attention of these ghosts, and you don't really want you to play with them all the time."

Under Lin Jiuying's repeated assurances and his stern gaze.

Ah Hao finally nodded, took heavy steps, and walked towards the mahjong table with a generous expression on his face.

"This one, Taoist priest?"

The content of what the teacher and apprentice were talking about was not hidden, so a few local Chinese who followed behind also heard the situation clearly.

They looked at the mahjong table where Lao Qian sat alone and listened to Lin Jiuying's words. They subconsciously sketched a scene of a ghost playing mahjong. He opened his mouth and shouted at Lin Jiuying.

"Is there anything we can help you with?"

Although Lin Jiuying did not reveal his identity, judging from his conversation with Ah Hao~www.readwn.com~ and the appearance revealed in his words, one is a Taoist priest.

For Taoist priests, Thais may not understand, but they, the Chinese, know a little bit.

Hearing Lin Jiuying and Ah Hao's words, he glanced at Ah Hao who was walking towards the mahjong table and couldn't help but ask.

"Yeah, Daoist Master, don't be polite..."

"If you want us to help you, just say it. Lao Qian has been in Chinatown for decades, and everyone in the neighborhood knows him. Now that he has this kind of thing, if it can be used by us, hurry up and order it. We'll just do it."

When someone spoke, a few Chinese who didn't speak at first gradually gained a bit of courage and began to think of ways to help.

After all, although only Lao Qian is obsessed at the moment.

But I'm not sure if this ghost will find other people in their Chinatown, especially their shops are not far from the grocery store. If they get entangled, it would be bad luck.

Therefore, they speak not so much for old money, but also for their own survival.