Sister, stay away from me

"No, let him in. Although the gambler is a bit shameless, it's quite convenient to use it. I just have something to ask."

Yue Ling nodded, opened the felt of the tent, and immediately a skinny middle-aged man slipped in through the gap.

This was Dan Qingzi's first time seeing a ghost.

However, if you look carefully, you will find that the other party is almost no different from a living person. Apart from being extremely thin and haggard, there is nothing special about him.

The other party sat down shyly, his eyes lit up after seeing the mahjong set by Yue Ling, he closed his eyes and put his hands on the mahjong, moaning intoxicatedly.

"It feels so good."

Opening his eyes again, he looked at the three people in the room and asked excitedly, "Let's start, how old are you playing?"

"50 taels of silver is the base, and the bar is doubled, so you can eat three of them." Wang Huai said immediately.

"Success, let's start."

"Wait a minute." Wang Huai stopped the other party, "There is another condition, every time you lose 100 taels of silver, you must do one thing for me very seriously."

"Yes, yes. Then I also have a condition, can I play tricks?"

"can."

Playing hands is a slang word in mahjong in northern Xinjiang.

Beijiang mahjong has never been pure mahjong, cheating is also a part of it, don't play if you are unhappy.

A veteran player can change the cards in front of others without the other party noticing.

With Wang Huai's consent, the gambler excitedly began to shuffle the cards, preparing for tonight's entertainment.

Chapter 13 My card

"You're a fucking cheat!"

Yue Ling picked up the mahjong and slammed it hard at the gambler in front of him, but the other party laughed and avoided him.

In just four laps, the opponent actually won 3000 taels.

Yue Ling's heart was bleeding when he saw the white money slip into the pocket of the gambler.

"Sit down, Yue Ling." Wang Huai said nonchalantly, "I said I'm going to lose if I lose. I don't have much else with me for this mission, I have plenty of money."

"Boss is proud!" The gambler said with a thumbs up, "Keep going."

After another four rounds, Dan Qingzi smashed his cards angrily, squatted aside and poured himself a drink.

Hurry up when you see Wanzi, but the opponent didn't hit a Wanzi!

It is really a ghost to hate to cheat to such an extent.

It's disgusting to be a ghost to such an extent.

The gambler accepted the money with a grin, with a flattering smile on his face: "The boss is amazing, keep going."

After another four rounds, Wang Huai finally found an opportunity and took the gambler's shot, so he pushed the card: "Two times, 100 taels."

"Boss is lucky. Continue?"

"No, it's fine."

"It's only twelve laps, but it's okay. This is the boss's 100 taels, let me first..."

Just as the gambler wanted to leave, he was grabbed by Wang Huai.

The white hands were like pliers, grabbing the gambler tightly.

"As agreed before, lose 100 taels and help me with something."

"But I...you play word games with me!"

"Sit down and answer my questions."

The gambler stared at Wang Huai, his gloomy face was as black as ink.

After a while, he let out a "Jie Jie Jie" laugh, and the whole ghost was distorted and deformed, and his body was raised by half a meter in an instant.

"Little girl, I'm a ghost, aren't you afraid?"

"But you have no eyes."

"What do you mean?"

Yue Ling on the side had already accumulated a lot of anger, and the bronze sword in his body flew out, cutting the gambler into three pieces on the spot.

Dan Qingzi also came up, took a sip of the bad wine, and then sprayed it on the gambler, immediately causing the other party to emit black smoke, rolling on the ground and screaming.

Stepping on the gambler's head, Wang Huai said, "I'm going to ask a question."

"My lord, what you say is what you say, let alone one, I will do a hundred." The gambler said flatteringly.

This time, I met a ghost after walking too much at night. I didn't expect to meet three monks.

And the other party seems to understand the characteristics of ghosts quite well, knowing how to establish a bunch of conditions before asking questions, which makes the gambler feel that the other party is difficult to deal with.

Wang Huai took out a Pangu tree branch, placed it in front of the gambler and asked, "Tell me all the information you know about this thing."

The gambler stared at the Pangu branch, his eyes flickered.

Finding that the other party had the idea of ​​hiding, Wang Huai glanced over, and Dan Qingzi walked up, and sprayed another sip of bad wine on the gambler, in exchange for the other party's screams.

Alcohol already has the effect of warding off evil spirits, and the wine that contains mana is even more poisonous to ghosts. Just a little contamination will cause extreme pain.

"I say, I say! Bosses, I say! Those who sprinkled this thing are believers of Emperor Hate Heaven."

"How do you know that you are a believer of Emperor Hate Heaven?"

"I have the blessing of Emperor Hentian on my body. I can't see it when I'm alive, but I can see it clearly when I'm dead. It's the shape of blood and fire mixed together. Ordinary ghosts can't see it."

"Okay, I see."

Letting go, Wang Huai kicked the opponent's three sections of body together: "Okay, let's go."

"Boss... let me go?" the gambler asked in disbelief.

"It's just a gambler, and it's not too threatening. What are you doing to kill you?"

The gambler stared at Wang Huai suspiciously, and slowly exited the tent.

After a quarter of an hour, the gambler came back again, stood in front of Wang Huai and cupped his hands and said, "My lord, do you need a helper?"

"No, let's go."

"My lord, I am very useful."

"I said no, I'm familiar with Beijiang, so you can go."

"My lord, don't think about it anymore. Now I use it to buy one and get one free. It is absolutely affordable."

"No, get out!"

After violently driving away the gambler, Wang Huai said to the other two, "It's ok, tomorrow we will go to the believers of Di Hentian, and then we will act according to this clue."

Yue Ling looked at Wang Huai and nodded: "Junior Sister, you can squeeze oil out of ghosts. But why don't we just kill him from the start?"

"Ghosts have their own conditions, and only by meeting the conditions can they guarantee that the other party is telling the truth."

This little knowledge was revealed to him by Judge Wen when he entered the underworld, but he didn't expect to use it now.

"Then why didn't you use him in the end?"

"After that, if you don't meet the conditions, you will definitely not be able to use it. You can't trust anything from Northern Xinjiang, whether it's a human or a ghost. Go to sleep, and you'll have to go to Di Hentian tomorrow."

When Wang Huai and his party got the information and left the tent to sleep, Zhao Ziyue and his party were working.

In the spacious tent, there are mahjong scattered all over the floor. A gambler is trapped in it by a formation, and beside him is a group of demon monks who are eager to see.

"Master monk, I really didn't know you were monks. I will pay you back the money, can you let me go?"

Zhao Ziyue touched her smooth bald head, feeling that this gambler really has no eyesight.

Who said the bald donkey must be a monk!

I was beaten by the devil before and lost my hair, but now I can't grow it back alive, and rubbing my scalp with ginger every day is useless.

Going to the old place to play, the old friends will be surprised and ask: "The monks also do this kind of thing?"

headache.

Rubbing her head, Zhao Ziyue pulled out a portrait, pointed to the person on the portrait and asked, "Have you seen this person?"

"Who is this person?"

"My lady."

"Who are you?"

"none of your business."

"I haven't seen that."

Zhao Ziyue didn't know if the other party was telling the truth, so he could only sigh, "Use torture."

The gambler in the formation laughed twice, and said miserably: "Use it, use it, anyway, I am a ghost, and I have almost no five senses. And I am not afraid of pain, you can do whatever you want."

"That's what you said."

The powerful music sounded, but it was a monk of the vertical and horizontal sect who took out the waist drum and beat it rhythmically.

Afterwards, two more powerful monks took off their burqas, revealing their strong and muscular bodies.

Accompanied by the rhythm, the two licked their tongues and walked into the formation. Their salty eyes gave the gambler inside a feeling that was more terrifying than death.

"Who are you!" The gambler shouted in horror.

"The outsider Taoist Mo Feng!"

"Everything can go to the cloud!"

"It's been a long time since I played with ghosts, how long can I last this time?"

"We have also prepared secret props for you, and there are all kinds of interesting secret weapons on your body, to ensure that you can get the biggest surprise, durian is unforgettable."

"You guys, don't come here!"

When dawn came, the two monks had finished the evening's entertainment, watching the newborn sun enter the sage's time.

And Zhao Ziyue looked at the dying gambler, rubbed his head and said, "It seems that I really don't know."

"My lord, let me die again! How could I have the face to live after being done with that kind of thing! You are not human, and you don't even let ghosts go!"

"Then find it for me."

Zhao Ziyue whispered a few words into the opponent's ear, and these words immediately turned into magic sounds, poured into the gambling ghost's body, and formed a special mark in the opponent's body.

"I've already marked you, if you don't want to be dragged over to play games by me tonight, then go find me seriously."

"It doesn't matter if you can't find it~" Mo Feng outside the tent said affectionately.

"I still have a lot of new games." Quan Yun also echoed.

Looking at the two people outside, the gambler trembled all over.

The humiliating scene last night came to my mind, making the gambler burst into tears.

Disappearing in a puff of smoke, the gambler immediately followed Zhao Ziyue's instructions to find the person Zhao Ziyue said.

At night, the gambler couldn't wait to fly back and told Zhao Ziyue the news he found out from the ghost circle.

"Have you gone to find the believers of Dihentian? Well, I understand, then let's follow each other's path. You are fine, you can go."

The gambler slipped away as if he had received an amnesty, but stopped after a while.

Recalling the experience of last night, a strange emotion came to my heart.

Although it was extremely humiliating, it also had a different kind of sourness.

This sour feeling made it recall the time when it was alive after a long absence, and it gave it a feeling of being alive again.

When he came back to his senses, it had come to Mo Feng and Quan Yun's tent, facing the two monks.

"I knew you would come back, music, let's go!"

The powerful music sounded, mixed with pain and joy, flowing here quietly.