After being reborn, he was entangled by the sha demon

The remaining three people also walked in with "Flower Card" and sat around next to each other.

Xie Bian was a little surprised. During the period from when they appeared at the door to when they were all seated, none of the other people in the room noticed them, and no one turned their heads to look.

The whole room was filled with weirdness and abnormality.

"The game has begun, please enjoy it, adults!"

The door was closed suddenly, and Hua Pai stood at the door, keeping a distance from every table, very cultivated as an NPC.

As soon as he finished speaking, the center of the table suddenly cracked, and a black hole appeared in the middle of the gap. Inside the black hole, there was a "whooping" sound, and there were constant scratching sounds. After a while, four pairs of ghost hands with only bones left stretched out. Busy, he laid out the mahjong tiles taken out of the black hole in front of everyone, and stacked them into a two-story square city wall.

Fully automatic ghost hand mahjong table.

Xie Bian looked at the bone claw that was busy in front of him, and tried hard to restrain his urge to pull it out of the black hole to see what happened.

Seeing his appearance, Fan Wujiu thought he was in trouble: "Will you fight?"

Xie Bian stared at the ghost's hand intently, and nodded resolutely. It's just beating ghosts, he can't be blamed.

"I mean mahjong, not ghosts." Lao Fan saw through his thoughts at a glance.

Zhao Meng shuddered after listening to Master Fan's question and his brother's answer.

Xie Bian lowered his head and concentrated on studying how to make his kid as obedient as these card-building guys, and did not answer Lao Fan's question.

Fan Wujiu asked and answered helplessly: "Forget it, it's okay if you don't."

The ghost hand moved very quickly, and the mahjong city wall was erected in a short while, and the bone claws curled up into the central black hole together, and disappeared together with the gap.

The table was clean and tidy again, except for the neat mahjong tiles and an extra dice in the center, nothing changed.

Xie Bian lowered his head and stared at the mahjong. The back of the bone-white mahjong tiles was still oozing dark red like blood.

None of the people wanted to move, but the dice bounced and rolled in front of Fan Wujiu, who was the first to sit at the table.

Xie Bian looked at the next table, and sure enough, the dice also stopped in front of the left and right.

Xie Bian didn't know how to play mahjong, and the ones on the phone are different from the ones on the table. It's hard to show his incompetence in front of Zhao Meng. One head match and two big ones, so he can only keep the same in response to all changes. , see what Fan Wujiu does.

Lao Fan pinched the dice with two fingers and shook it left and right for a while, and when he loosened his fingers, the dice flew to the table in a whirl.

At four o'clock, the dealer is Fan Wujiu's family, Ai Shui.

As soon as the little bell rang, Ai Shui stretched out her white and slender wrist, grabbed four small mahjong tiles from the tile wall and laid them out in front of her.

Fan Wujiu then drew the cards next to the position where she just took the cards, and even Zhao Meng stretched out his hand to get the cards.

It was Xie Bian's next turn. Although he didn't know how to play, he picked up the cards following the example of the previous three.

Going on like this for three times, Xie Bian placed twelve colorful mahjong tiles in front of him.

In the last round, Ai Shui took two jumping cards, Fan Wujiu and Zhao Meng each took one, when Xie Bian was wondering how many he should take, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Meng's hand hidden under the table and gestured towards him. A "1".

One sheet.

Xie Bian never imagined that the city lord, who used to be so famous, would now sit on a small table and compete wits and courage with a completely unfamiliar mahjong tile.

He couldn't even figure out which card was called. He watched the other three people sort the cards in front of him. According to the color of the cards, the red pile, the blue pile, and the code with "south, south, north, west" together.

"Twenty thousand." With the bell ringing, Ai Shui played out the first card, explaining as he played out the cards, "The black letters above represent numbers, and the red letters below represent this is a [-]D card."

Xie Bian looked down at his own and sorted the red [-]D cards from big to small. There were three cards with the same "five" written on them. Xie Bian thought for a while and stacked the three cards together like a hill.

It was the first time Fan Wujiu saw this way of arranging cards, and he was dumbfounded. After a long pause, he sighed, played a new card, and then removed the only pair of cake cards.

"Six cakes, how many circles are there is a few cakes, this is the cake card."

Xie Bian looked at it, and the one in his hand that looked like a biscuit was a biscuit.

Immediately afterwards, he arranged the cake cards according to the number of circles from large to small, and the extra seven cakes were placed high as usual.

It was Zhao Meng's turn to play, and Xie Bian tilted his head to look at the little ghost follower who was not very bright.

Zhao Meng picked up this, looked at that again, hesitated for a long time, and finally hit Jiutiao that had just reached his hand.

"Jiu Tiao, the one with long stripes is a Tiao card, and the one with a chicken is a Tiao card, bro."

Zhao Meng followed the example of the two people before and explained.

If what Fan Wujiu and Ai Shui said was a hint, Zhao Meng's "brother" directly pointed out who they were teaching.

The left side of the table next door also turned to look this way. Xie Bian, who was being taught to play mahjong, blushed and threw out the top seven cakes that were stacked high, without saying a word.

"Brother," Zhao Meng hesitated for a long time before he opened his mouth, "...you have to draw the cards first and then play the cards."

Xie Bian lowered his head, and touched a card on the deck, it was still seven cakes.

After thinking about it, he still threw out the previous seven cakes.

In addition to the seven loaves that were dropped, Xie Bian still had [-] loaves each, [-] loaves, one loaf of six loaves, two loaves of seven loaves, one loaf of four loaves, one loaf of six loaves, two loaves for the north wind, and two loos for the south wind. one sheet.

Then, do you keep going out?How should we decide the outcome in the end?

Xie Bian's mind was still muddled, but his face remained motionless, taking every step he took.

He didn't believe that if he made a wrong card, a kid would pop out of the table and explain the rules to him.

"Nanfeng. Find a way to put the three cards together. It's okay if the three are the same, or connected." Another round of cards was played, and Ai Shui was still playing while explaining the rules.

"Touch," Fan Wujiu took Ai Shui's Nanfeng and his own pair of Nanfeng together, "If you have two of the same cards, you can skip the others and directly touch the cards."

After Lao Fan touched it, he took out a card and threw it out. Seeing that Xie Bian was still tilting his head, he thought he had to say it again before he understood.

Xie Bian spoke first, "Then what if I have three?"

"Three cards are the kong tiles. After the kong is over, the tiles are played directly. After the kong is over, a new tile must be drawn from the top of the kong." Zhao Meng then explained to his brother.

"Oh." Xie Bian nodded thoughtfully.

Zhao Meng was about to continue playing cards, Xie Bian stood up suddenly and took the [-] card he had just played from Fan Wujiu, holding it neatly in the palm of his hand together with his own three [-] cards.

"Bar."

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Mahjong genius Xie Bian!