Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

"Which of us can play mahjong?" Hongyi asked, looking down.

Unexpectedly, Han Xiaomei and the three of them shook like rattles.

Just kidding, I don't dare to go up if I can play mahjong.

Look at the bone mahjong is still bloodshot, obviously it was made just now.

Who can withstand this?

And the old man looked like a master of gambling.

Didn't you see that you all nibble on chocolate? That thing can be nibbled on by ordinary people?"

Alas!" Hongyi sighed.

Silently walked to the mahjong table, pulled out the stool and sat down.

"Donor, what's the game?" Hongyi asked.

The gambling ghost king rubbed the bone mahjong in his hand and whispered: "Two wins in three games... If you win, this king will leave this 736 hospital, and if you lose, then you can continue to lie here with

this king! You look at the people in this room, hehe, they all lost to this king and lay here.

After hearing this, Hongyi shook his head vigorously: "It's not proper, donor, the poor monk doesn't want a hospital if he wins, can you go out for a trip?"

"Haha... The little monk is interesting! This king promised you, willing to gamble and lose, if this king loses, he will go to travel around, it just so happens that this king wants to go to the southern casino to see all kinds of masters, rest assured, this king will bring yours at that time..."

This little monk is really interesting.

Haha, little monk, if you lose, you'll die!"

"Come on, on the legs!" The gambling ghost king screamed domineeringly, and suddenly the two corpses behind him sat on both sides, and their hands began to rub mahjong in the pot non-stop.

After a while, the cards were shuffled

!"Come on, little monk, you draw the cards first..."Hongyi

grabbed a handful!

"Uh... The little monk draws 4 cards at a time, and you catch too much. Seeing

that Hongyi had almost 30 cards in front of him, the gambler king had a toothache.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the poor monk has never played, or else, we never did?" Hongyi touched his bald head, a little embarrassed and said.

You don't want to make it clear in advance!

Just let the poor monk draw cards, and don't say how many cards?"

Boom!"

Several people pushed the mahjong down again and kneaded it anew.

And Han Xiaomei and the three of them stood behind Hongyi and prepared to become military advisors.

At the same time, the live broadcast equipment is placed on a morgue next to it.

It was already past 4 a.m., and it should be dawn in another hour.

But the number of people in the live broadcast room has not decreased, on the contrary, there are more and more.

Sure enough, there are a lot of people who are bored at night and don't sleep.

[Yawn... The old man never thought that he would be lucky enough to see someone playing mahjong in the morgue. [

Didn't the master just say that he wouldn't fight?

] [23333, playing mahjong with ghosts, it's just one word: flow batch

!] [Brother, that's two words

!] [The master is so handsome when he touches his head, I want to take a screenshot as a screensaver!

] [I'm here to wish the master to put Tianhu...

] [+1]

...

But after all, it's early in the morning, and there aren't many people who have lasting combat effectiveness, and those who can still send barrages must have some particularly good livers, such as the Hanhan author called Little Crayon...

This time, Hongyi cards have been caught enough.

neatly laid out in front of you.

"Little monk, you go first..."The Gambler King looked at his cards and smiled confidently.

In less than three laps, the king will definitely win!

The first game is stable.

"Oh," Hongyi swept his hand around his cards.

"Twenty thousand!"

grabbed two cards and threw them.

Gambler King: "..."What

kind of fight is this Nima?

The

faces of the two dead people next to the two corpses showed shocked expressions.

Han Xiaomei and the three of them all looked at Hongyi's next operation in surprise.

Hongyi saw the gambler's expression in shock, and smiled: "No one wants it, right?"

"To Shichijo... Don't want

it yet?""Three chickens with the east

wind...""Don't want it yet?

""Two, three, four pie planes

...""Nine cakes!",

"4 north wind bombs

...", "I have two cards left..."Hongyi

stood up, picked up the two cards in his hand, slapped them on the table, and shouted excitedly: "To the whiteboard... "The

poor monk is indeed a genius.

Mahjong is nothing more than that!

The Gambler King wanted to lift the table and leave at this time.

Nima, this is playing mahjong!

What about you fighting the landlord

? Why do you even have a pair of whiteboards, Lao Tzu also has two, can you directly bar?

He took a deep breath and lowered his head to calm down some excitement.

"Little monk, mahjong touch one and play one, you see... That's how it works...", the gambling ghost king turned on the teaching mode.

Hongyi listened for a while and finally understood.

Don't say it, it's interesting!"

Hurry up, rub it up!" the

gambling ghost king looked at Hongyi with an excited face, and his head hurt.

It's a gamble, what the hell are you so happy?"

Whoa!"

The atmosphere at the table was a little solemn.

The two corpses were expressionless, staring at the cards in front of them.

Hongyi frowned.

The gambler king smiled and picked up a card and threw it into the pot: "Dongfeng... The little monk mahjong is a technical job, and ordinary people do not have a few years of cultivation

, that..." I saw that when he was about to touch the cards, the monk on the opposite side directly overturned the cards.

it....

Can this card still be played

?" "Little monk, did you do it on purpose?" The Gambler King had a hideous face and gritted his teeth.

"No, the poor monk is nonsense!" Hongyi looked innocent.

"Hu... Huh?"

the Gambler King couldn't believe it.

Lao Tzu just played a card!

This is the end?

Leaned over and glanced at Hongyi's cards, and the gambling ghost king was a little autistic in an instant.

It seems that it is time to show the real technology.

"Whoa... "

The second scene begins.

The two corpses still had zombie faces, sitting on the stool blankly, as if everything in front of them had nothing to do with them.

The gambling ghost king cautiously touched a card, and asked first: "You won't be nonsense again, right?" "

Amitabha, the monks don't speak, the poor monks don't, it's still far away, haha, although the donor plays the card, don't be afraid..."

The Gambler King was instantly relieved: "Dongfeng

..." "Bump..." Hongyi slowly spoke.

It's okay, it's okay, the gambling ghost king patted his chest.

Lao Tzu thought you were going to be Hu again, and he was scared to death!

"North Wind..."Hongyi played one, the zombie face waited for a while, and seeing that no one wanted it, Mu Ran touched a card and played one casually.

"One... Wan!"

the Gambler King happily prepared to draw the cards.

Move the hands and feet is different, this card touch, Lao Tzu can listen to the card.

The hand has just hit the card.

"Bump..." is this little monk again.

Don't panic, hold on, there's still a chance.

Next....

Zombie face played: "Three cakes!"

"Bang... North Wind!

""Kujo!

""Bump... North Wind!

" "Blank Slate!"

"Bump... North Wind!

" "Thirty thousand!" The

Gambler King was waiting for Hongyi to touch it next, but he didn't expect Hongyi to shake his head and say, "Don't touch it!"

Nimayo....

How much do you like to touch, in order to touch the cards, even play four north winds, this Nima has never seen this way of playing cards in his life!

trembling stretched out his hand to touch the second card of the whole game.

And he heard the voice of a devil.

"I'm!".