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"Master, what you want is ready!"

Here, just when Ahao was playing mahjong with Sangui, a few Chinese people in Chinatown who helped return to the grocery store out of breath.

"Does the Daoist have enough blood?"

Holding a small bowl of chicken blood in both hands, he carefully handed it over, and the helper asked worriedly.

"The mountain is not high, there are immortals, and there is not much blood, and there is material. The rooster's blood is just the medium, and that's enough."

Reaching out to take the chicken blood in the bowl, Lin Jiuying looked down and said.

"Old Qian, are you a human or a ghost now?"

They handed all the things in their hands to Lin Jiuying, and everyone who was breathing evenly noticed the old money standing beside him.

Subconsciously taking a step back, they huddled together and looked at the dejected old money, and asked while swallowing.

"Nonsense, of course I'm human."

In the face of several people's inquiries, Lao Qian replied angrily with a pouted mouth.

"But it's about to become a ghost."

Hearing Lao Qian's words, everyone just patted their hearts with relief, when Lao Qian on the opposite side suddenly said something, which made them finally let go of their hearts again, and even turned around secretly, planning to run away if they were wrong.

"...I mean a poor ghost. I have been playing mahjong with ghosts these days, and I haven't earned a dime. It's not a poor ghost or something."

Fortunately, the second half of Lao Qian's words stopped the steps taken by several people.

"It's okay, it's okay."

Stopping the footsteps of escaping, several Chinese who were rushing to escape glanced at each other, put away the soles of their feet, and revealed an embarrassing smile, turning their heads to persuade Lao Qian.

"I'm still thinking about money. If it wasn't for the Taoist priest who found something wrong, how long would you be playing mahjong with these ghosts?"

"In the end, I think Lao Qian, you are desperate for money, and even greedy for money from ghosts. Otherwise, how could you be found by them? If something really happens, your grocery store can change your surname. …”

"Speaking of which, where did you provoke these ghosts, Lao Qian, and they came to play mahjong?"

In the inquiries of the crowd, Lao Qian shook his head and said with a sullen look.

"I'm still a little confused about this mahjong game."

"Thinking about it now, Aunt Tai has been dead for two or three years. How could she come back to play mahjong with me?"

"What, have you seen Aunt Tai?"

Hearing the name that appeared in Lao Qian's mouth, a Chinese in Chinatown couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise.

"Who is Aunt Tai?"

On the side, someone who had responded asked a question.

"You forgot, he was killed by a flower pot upstairs while living on the street a few years ago."

"Ah, you mean that Aunt Tai."

"Not only Aunt Tai, but the other two at the mahjong table are also 'acquaintances'..."

When Lao Qian revealed the identities of the remaining two mahjong ghosts, the expressions of everyone in the grocery store suddenly became a little scared.

The other two, one was called Brother Long by the local Chinese, had nothing to do when he was alive, and made a living by bullying shops in Chinatown to collect protection fees. When he was hacked to death in a street fire last year, many people applauded. The other is Uncle Yu, an old man from Chinatown. He was the first group of immigrants to take root in Chinatown. However, he was unlucky and encountered a loser. His son lost the house because of gambling. Later, I heard that it was He committed suicide by hanging himself at home, and was found after more than ten days of death, and the body stinks.

The three ghosts are all people who died in Chinatown before. This result will undoubtedly make everyone's inner fear even higher.

Even, the few people present couldn't help but start to think about whether those who died in Chinatown before were like them, wandering in Chinatown, even beside each other, but they were never seen.

Thinking of this, they began to shudder.

"Dao... Dao Master... You must... help us..."

Turning his head to look at Lin Jiuying, a few Chinese said tremblingly.

"Don't worry, it is the responsibility of my generation of practitioners to eliminate demons and guard the way."

Putting the rooster blood and willow branch in his hand on the table, Lin Jiuying replied righteously.

Looking up, in front of the mahjong table in the living room, Ah Hao was still playing mahjong with three ghosts, just like he said before, people and ghosts can win mahjong with their eyes closed.

Ah Hao obviously didn't even understand the basic rules of mahjong, but he managed to win, and the ghosts who lost to him didn't have any complaints, so he willingly watched him keep winning money.

"You're fooling around again, you're lucky."

On the mahjong table, Uncle Yu looked at the cards in Ah Hao's hand and said gloomily with his tongue out.

"Good luck, good luck."

He reached out and took the paper money handed over by a few ghosts, although he knew that these were just paper money used by dead people.

But this kind of feeling of playing tricks and winning, still made Ah Hao feel a little bit in his heart. He finally understood why Lao Qian had been sitting in his seat before and was reluctant to leave. It turned out to be playing mahjong with ghosts. So cool.

He grinned politely at the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't hide the smile at the corner of his eyes.

Looking at Ah Hao, who was smiling at the mahjong table, the three ghosts looked at each other with gloomy expressions, and Brother Long, who was sitting on his left, said sullenly: "The newcomer has strong hands, good luck is normal, but I don't know this luck. How long can it last."

"Yeah, I'm smiling now, but when I lose, I don't know if you're still smiling."

Blinking her eyes, the white brains left from the wound on her head dripped onto the mahjong table in front of her. Aunt Tai looked at Ah Hao expressionlessly and said.

"Oops!"

At the mahjong table, Ah Hao just took this as a complaint about the three ghosts losing mahjong tiles~www.readwn.com~ However, Lin Jiuying, who was not far away, saw this, her expression changed slightly and blurted out.

"What's wrong?"

Noticing the change in the expression on his face, Lao Qian immediately asked.

"It seems that these ghosts have been impatiently waiting and are planning to play yin."

Frowning and looking at the direction of the mahjong table, Lin Jiuying said in a low voice.

"Playing shit?"

"That's right, under normal circumstances, humans are luckier than ghosts, so if ghosts want to win cards, they can only keep playing cards with people until they run out of luck. When you are unlucky, these ghosts have been playing mahjong with you. With this idea in mind, they were already about to do it, but because of Ah Hao's intervention to play cards for you, the whole mahjong game had to be played again, and these ghosts obviously didn't want to do it again, so I thought If you want to win the cards directly with ghost methods, it is better to lose more than half of the game, but also to end this mahjong game."

"Ghost means, what is that?"

"It's just a trick."