One punch and one ghost, you say this is mental illness?

After listening, Tao Yao frowned. She had heard of the Lord of the Ghost City. According to legend, he was mysterious and powerful, ruthless, cruel, and even had an army of evil soldiers under his command.

Tao Yao doesn't think that she has such a great charm that she can fascinate the owner of the ghost city. The owner of the ghost city must have other conspiracy to marry her by force.

However, she really couldn't figure out what conspiracy the ghost city master had in mind.

On the street of Ghost Market, He Yan stood beside the vendors and watched them play cards. The stall owners had mahjong, chess, go, poker, you can choose any one.

The person who came to gamble was a middle-aged man in his fifties, his face was black and his eyes were sunken.

Sitting opposite the stall owner, the middle-aged man chose to play chess.

At the end of the first round, the middle-aged man lost, and immediately aged about ten years, while the stall owner was ten years younger.

The middle-aged man decided to take another gamble unwillingly. His hands holding the chess pieces trembled violently, sweat dripped down his cheeks, and it took a long time to brew each chess piece.

In the end, the middle-aged people lost again, and they went from middle-aged to old people in one fell swoop.

Gray temples, wrinkled face, and a slightly bent back.

On the other hand, the stall owner is getting younger and younger, like a young man in his 20s at this time.

The old man who lost Yangshou was not reconciled, he stared at the stall owner with angrily eyes and said: "Impossible, you are cheating, I was a chess master when I was young, how could I lose even two times."

"I would like to admit defeat, old man." The stall owner smiled slightly.

The old man was not reconciled, he stood up with a roar, and then violently overturned the stall, even tearing up the signboard of the stall owner's betting life.

From the beginning to the end, the stall owner sat firmly on the stool, looking at the crazy old man with a smile on his face.

After smashing the stall, the old man turned around and threw his fist at the stall owner.

The stall owner remained as unmoved as ever.

At this moment, two Yin soldiers appeared out of thin air, one on the left and one on the right, pressing the old man's arms.

The old man saw that it was a Yin soldier, and he was so frightened that he almost fainted on the spot. He looked at the mess and seemed to realize what he had done, and begged for mercy: "I didn't mean it, please forgive me, I didn't mean it." .”

It's a pity that the Yin soldiers escorted him away expressionlessly, and the old man's begging for mercy became farther and farther away, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Chen Twelve clicked his tongue, this ghost market is full of crouching dragons and phoenixes.

Er Qiu whispered: "There is another rule in the ghost market, no matter who you are, you are not allowed to cause trouble and fight here."

"Who is the owner of the ghost city?" Chen Twelve asked.

Second Fairway: "A mysterious and powerful man."

The stall owner narrowed his eyes and looked at the direction he was leaving, and smiled strangely.

Then with a wave of his hand, everything in the booth returned to its original state.

The scene just now made the people around feel scared. They like to watch the excitement, but they dare not go there.

Bet on your life, you will grow old if you are not careful.

He Yan read it with gusto. He has recently become addicted to playing poker, and his hands itch when he is free.

So, He Yan snapped and sat down opposite the stall owner.

"He Yan, what are you doing?" Liu said angrily, reaching out to grab He Yan.

The stall owner smiled and said, "If you sit down, you have to play..."

"I'll play." He Yan said excitedly.

When Chen Twelve and Liu Yishou were about to make a move, they were stopped by Erqiu. It said, "You must obey the rules and observe first. It's not like you don't know He Yan's ability."

Hearing this, the two waited and watched the changes.

There was a hint of greed in the stall owner's eyes, and his eyes lingered on He Yan.

What a young life... happy.

"Why?" asked the stall owner.

He Yan hiccupped and pointed at chess, mahjong, go, and poker, and said while pointing: "Order soldiers and generals, and whoever points to it will be whoever it is."

The voice fell, and the finger stayed on top of the chess.

Everyone was sweating because that person just lost a game of chess.

In the end, He Yan stretched out his hand to pick up the poker, and said, "I only know how to play poker."

Everyone: Chunchun is speechless
Stall owner: The extra actions just now are really unnecessary.

"Let's play picking up the train." He Yan suggested.

The stall owner looked at him, and said quietly: "Young man, if you lose one, you will lose ten years of life, and if you win one, you will gain ten years of life. Is it too hasty to catch the train?"

"Oh, why bother to die or mourn, don't be hasty or hasty, I will deal the cards." He Yan said while shuffling the cards, and then split the cards in two.

The stall owner took the poker with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

He is an evil cultivator, so it's no problem to play tricks, no matter who he fights with, the opponent will definitely lose.

[The system is strengthened again for the host who is dying and seriously ill. I wish the host will win every bet. 】

After 10 minutes, He Yan easily won all the cards of the stall owner.

The stall owner's eyes froze. He has a lifespan of more than 200 years, so it doesn't matter if he loses for 20 years.

But, why can't he see through He Yan's card?He used mana to tamper with the cards so that each card could be connected to the corresponding card.

He has set up a stall in the ghost market for three years and has never missed a shot. What happened today?
"I'll deal the cards." He Yan said with a chuckle, he just won ten years of life, which means he lived ten more years.

He Yan was naturally happy, he dealt the cards while humming.

Round after round, He Yan was winning more and more, and the hands of the stall owner trembling.

When he was left with the last two cards, he was hesitant to put them down.

He Yan enlarged his nostrils and pursed his mouth: "You can't afford it."

Hearing this, the stall owner had no choice but to drop his cards. There is no doubt that he lost again.

"Hey, this stall owner has been setting up a stall here for many years, and I have never seen anyone who can win ten rounds in a row in his hands."

"This kid is the chosen one."

The crowd of onlookers whispered.

He Yan just wanted to shuffle the cards but was stopped by the stall owner, who said, "I'm not playing anymore."

"I'm a guest, so I have the final say on whether to play or not." He Yan frowned displeased, what did the boss do, he was really unprofessional.

Did anyone take the initiative to drive away the guests?I really want to call 12315 to complain against him.

Seeing the stall owner's embarrassed expression, He Yan spread his hands together: "Okay, I won't play with this anymore."

No way, he is a good and considerate boy.

The stall owner was overjoyed. Today he lost his 100-year lifespan, so let it be unlucky. The most important thing is to stop the loss in time.

Seeing He Yan sitting still and refusing to leave, the stall owner asked, "Aren't you leaving yet?"

"No, we play other games." He Yan smiled.

The stall owner asked, "What game?"

"I'll test you with a question, and if you fail to answer it, you will lose. Each person asks three questions. How about a ten-year lifespan for one question?" He Yan asked with raised eyebrows.

hiss……

There was a sound of gasping around, the stall owner had already lost 100 years of life, and now a question of ten years of life, a full 30 years, half a lifetime has passed.

"He Yan, stop messing around." Liu Yishou shouted.

Chen Twelve walked up behind him and wanted to pull him up, but He Yan refused to leave.