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Chapter 387

"Daoist, what you want is ready!"

Here, while Ahao was playing mahjong with Sangui, a few helping Chinese from Chinatown returned to the grocery store out of breath.

"Is the Daoist enough blood?"

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

"If the mountain is not high, there will be spirits if there are immortals. If there is not much blood, there will be good spirits. Rooster blood is just a medium, and it is enough to have this."

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

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

All the things in their hands were handed over to Lin Jiuying, and the people who had recovered their breath noticed the old money standing aside.

Subconsciously took a step back, they huddled together and looked at the dejected old Qian, swallowed and asked.

"Nonsense, of course I'm human."

Facing the inquiries from several people, Lao Qian pouted and replied angrily.

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

Hearing Lao Qian's words, the crowd felt relieved just now, when the opposite Lao Qian suddenly said something, which made them feel relieved again, and even turned around secretly, intending to run away if they saw something wrong.

"...I'm talking about poor ghosts. They've been playing mahjong with ghosts for the past few days, but they haven't made a dime. It's not poor ghosts."

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

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

Stopping their escape, several Chinese who were scrambling to escape looked at each other, put away the soles of their feet and showed an embarrassing smile tacitly, and turned their heads to persuade Lao Qian.

"I'm still thinking about money now. If the Taoist priest didn't find something wrong, you might be playing mahjong with these ghosts for a long time."

"In the final analysis, I think you are desperate for money, old money. You are greedy even for ghost money. Otherwise, how would you be approached by them? If something really happens, your grocery store will change its name. ..."

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

In the midst of everyone's inquiries, Lao Qian shook his head and said with a look of displeasure.

"This mahjong game, I'm still a little confused."

"Now that I think about it, Aunt Tai has been dead for two or three years, how could she come back to play mahjong with me?"

"What, did you see Aunt Tai?"

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

"Who is Aunt Tai?"

On the side, someone who didn't respond asked a question.

"You forgot, he lived on the street a few years ago and was crushed to death by a flower pot upstairs."

"Ah, you mean that Aunt Tai."

"Not only Aunt Tai, the other two on 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 called Brother Long by the local Chinese, had nothing to do when they were alive, and made a living by bullying shops in Chinatown to collect protection fees. When they were hacked to death because of a street fight last year, many people applauded.The other one 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 met a loser. His son lost his house because of gambling. The one who hanged himself at home was found after more than ten days of death, and his body stinks.

The three ghosts were all people who died in Chinatown before, and this result undoubtedly raised the fear in everyone's hearts to a higher level.

Even, the few people present couldn't help but start to think about whether the people who died in Chinatown before were also like them, wandering in Chinatown, even beside each other, but they hadn't been seen all the time.

Thinking of this, they began to shudder.

"Dao... Taoist priest... you must... help us..."

Turning to look at Lin Jiuying at the side, several Chinese said tremblingly.

"Don't worry, it's the duty of our generation of practitioners to eliminate demons and defend the Tao."

Putting the rooster blood and willow branches in her hands on the table, Lin Jiuying replied with a righteous face.

Looking up, at the mahjong table in the living room, Ah Hao was still playing mahjong with the three ghosts in a daze. Just like what 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 was able to win every single one, and none of the ghosts who lost to him had any complaints, so they watched him keep winning money willingly.

"You're stupid again, good luck."

On the mahjong table, Uncle Yu looked at the cards in Ah Hao's hand, stuck out his tongue and said in a dark voice.

"I'm lucky, I'm lucky."

He reached out to take the paper money handed over by a few ghosts, although he knew that these were just paper money for the dead.

However, this feeling of playing all the cards and winning the cards still made Ahao feel a little flustered in his heart. He finally understood why Lao Qian had been sitting in his seat and was unwilling to leave before. It turned out that he was playing mahjong with ghosts So cool.

He grinned and said a few polite words, but he couldn't hide the smile in the corner of his eyes.

Looking at Ah Hao on the mahjong table with a smile on his face, the three ghosts looked at each other with gloomy expressions, and Brother Long, who was sitting on his left, said gloomily, "It's normal for a newcomer to be strong and lucky, but he doesn't know how lucky he is." How long can it last?"

"Yeah, you're laughing happily now, and when you lose later, 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 Ahao expressionlessly and said.

"Oops!"

On the mahjong table, Ahao just took this as a complaint from the three ghosts that they lost the mahjong tiles.

However, when Lin Jiuying, who was not far away, saw this, the expression on his face changed slightly and he blurted out.

"what happened?"

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

"It looks like these ghosts are getting impatient and planning to play tricks."

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

"Playing dirty?"

"That's right, under normal circumstances, people are luckier than ghosts, so if ghosts want to win cards, they can only catch people and play cards until they run out of luck. With this in mind, they were about to do it, but because Ahao stepped in 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 they wanted to If you want to win directly with ghostly means, you would rather lose more than half, and end this mahjong game."

"Ghost means, what is that?"

"It's just a trick."

　Thanks to Mingmingle for the reward of 1500 starting coins.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)