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Chapter 384

"Play mahjong with ghosts?!"

Lin Jiuying's words are much scarier than dementia.

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

Because of the prevalence of Hinayana Buddhism in Thailand, they naturally believe in ghosts and gods, and the Chinese here have settled in the local area for so long, so they naturally believe in ghosts and gods. Not to mention, 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 in Chinatown.

Built with funds raised by local Chinese, the temple is small in scale but full of incense, and there are many monks and tourists.

"Really or not, master."

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

"I think Alzheimer's is still reliable. Why don't we call the local Chinese and call a doctor."

"I asked you to study hard a long time ago, but now you can't even open your eyes. Of course you can't see ghosts."

Hearing what apprentice Ahao said, Lin Jiuying shook her head.

He took out a carved peach wood leaf from the luggage bag he grabbed, muttered a few words in his mouth, then stretched out his hand and gestured at it a few times, and then brushed it in front of Ah Hao's eyes.

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

As the blue light flashed by, Ah Hao first felt his eyes go cold, he blinked subconsciously, and when he looked up at the mahjong table, he saw that the mahjong table was already full of people. Four 'people' were killed, and Lao Qian was begging for money from the other three 'people' with his hands outstretched.

"Sorry, stupid again, give me money!"

Following Lao Qian's action, the other three 'persons' on the mahjong table took out a stack of paper money from the drawer and handed it to him without expression, but Lao Qian who took the paper money didn't notice it He licked his fingers, and then counted the paper money in his hand, as if what he held in his hand was not paper money for the dead, but Thai baht.

"Master, it seems that this old friend of yours is lucky. None of the 'ghosts' playing mahjong with him are opponents."

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

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

"Ghosts are not afraid of being won by you, but as long as you are won by it, you will feel better."

Regarding this, Lin Jiuying shook her head and said with a straight face.

"Why, master?"

Hearing this, Ahao suddenly asked in puzzlement.

"You think playing mahjong with ghosts doesn't cost you anything. Ghosts ask someone to play mahjong just to find a substitute. It's okay if you win. Once you lose, ghosts will take what they want from you, including your body. People Playing mahjong with ghosts, of course, at the beginning, you should win the most, because they have all turned into ghosts. Of course, luck will not be better than people, but if you beat them one by one, when the ghosts use up your luck, then it will be your turn to play mahjong. You're out of luck."

"Then master, let's wake him up quickly, or wait for him to start beating mahjong, or we will be miserable."

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

"It's not that simple. According to his situation, he has been fascinated for at least two or three days. These ghosts have spent so long playing mahjong with others. It seems that it is time to reap the rewards. How could it be so easy?" Let go, once you annoy these guys, I'm afraid they'll turn over the table directly."

"Ghosts can turn tables?"

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

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

Now that I have heard about it, these ghosts are harboring ulterior motives, so of course they cannot 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 some time to prepare, but the most important thing now is to be replaced by someone who is obsessed with ghosts."

Aware of Lin Jiuying's gaze on him, Ahao's heart trembled slightly, and a bad premonition immediately emerged.

"Master, don't you think so?"

Nodding her head, Lin Jiuying's reaction perfectly confirmed Ahao's inner thoughts,

"Ahao, I want you to change it, replace Laoqian and play mahjong with these ghosts."

"Master, I don't know how to play mahjong."

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

"But, master, what if I offend these ghosts?"

"Don't worry, everything has a teacher. You used to play mahjong just to attract the attention of these ghosts, and you didn't really want you to keep playing with them."

Under Lin Jiuying's repeated reassurances and stern gazes.

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

"This one, Daoist?"

The content of the master and apprentice's conversation was not hidden, so a few local Chinese who followed up from the side also heard the situation in front of them clearly.

They looked at the empty mahjong table where Lao Qian was sitting alone, and listened to Lin Jiuying's words, subconsciously sketched a scene of a ghost playing mahjong in their minds, and several people couldn't help but gather together, one of them was a slightly bold Chinese He opened his mouth and yelled at Lin Jiuying.

"Is there anything we can do for you?"

Although Lin Jiuying didn't reveal his identity, judging from his conversation with Ahao and what he revealed in his words, one is a Taoist priest.

Thais may not be able to understand Taoist priests, but they, the Chinese, know a little bit by ear.

Hearing what Lin Jiuying and Ahao said, he glanced at Ahao who was walking towards the mahjong table, and couldn't help asking.

"Yes, Daoist, you must not be polite..."

"If you want us to help you with anything, just say it. No matter what, Laoqian has been in Chinatown for decades, and everyone in the neighborhood knows him. Now that something like this happened to him, if you can use us, please tell us quickly. We'll just do it."

When someone spoke, the Chinese who hadn't spoken before gradually became more courageous and began to find ways to help.

After all, although Lao Qian is the only one who is obsessed right now.

But I'm not sure, whether 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.

(End of this chapter)