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Chapter 386 Winning
"Eh……"

From the looks of it, something was wrong.

Ah Hao, who was behind Old Qian, quickly spoke up and said, "Since you guys don't want to end the mahjong game, why don't I let Old Man Qian accompany you to continue playing mahjong and let Old Man Qian greet my master?"

Hearing Ahao's words, Lao Qian, who was still a little embarrassed, nodded quickly.

"That's a good idea."

He took the initiative to give up his seat, regardless of whether the three ghosts in front of the mahjong table were willing or not, he pulled Ahao to take his seat.

Seeing Lao Qian leaving the mahjong table, the ghosts who were originally on the table were about to get up, but as Ahao sat down, they seemed to sit back in front of the mahjong table uncontrollably, looking gloomy. Looking at Ah Hao in front of him.

"Gollum."

Watched by the lifeless eyes of the three dead ghosts, Ahao swallowed subconsciously.

He pulled the corners of his mouth, showing an ugly smile, and said to the three ghosts in front of the mahjong table: "Well, everyone, uncles and aunts, this is the first time I've come to Thailand and I'm playing mahjong with everyone, if there is something that offends you , please keep your hands..."

"..."

In front of the mahjong table, the three ghosts looked at Ahao for a long time with gloomy expressions, and then stretched out their pale palms to push down the mahjong tiles in front of them again.

slam-la-

Hearing the sound of mahjong coming from beside his ear, Ah Hao breathed a sigh of relief, and immediately stretched out his hands to rub the mahjong facing him, while praying secretly in his heart.

"Master, this time, don't cheat me."

……

"I'm sorry, Jiuying."

Leaving the mahjong table, Lao Qian reached out and took out a large handful of banknotes from the drawer. Feeling the weight of the thick stack in his hand, he barely suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth and apologized to Lin Jiuying who came to the grocery store.

"I don't know what happened today. I played mahjong until I forgot the time. I missed the pick-up and asked you to go to Chinatown to find me. In the evening, I will treat you to authentic Thai food and massage. It's an apology."

After winning so much money in a row, Lao Qian's tone became a bit more heroic.

He reached out and patted his chest, grinned to reveal his few teeth, and said proudly.

"Compared to treating guests, you should take a closer look at what you are holding in your hand to see if it is what you want in your heart."

Seeing the old money that was successfully replaced by the apprentice from the mahjong table, and hearing his words, Lin Jiuying frowned and reminded him.

"Jiuying, after so many years, you still haven't changed, you still like to talk like this."

Hearing Lin Jiuying's words, Old Qian shook his head, but he still looked down at the banknotes in his hand in cooperation.

On the thick stack of banknotes, the portrait of King Rama IX Bhumibol Adulyadej is clearly visible.

Bhumibol Adulyadej is the longest reigning king in the history of Thailand. At the same time, he is deeply respected and loved by the Thai people. He is honored as the "Father of the Nation". There are two extremes.

Looking at the baht in his hand, Lao Qian grinned and raised his head to say something to Lin Jiuying who was opposite him.

The latter didn't give him time to speak at all, and brushed the carved peach wood leaves in front of his eyes. In the next second, as the blue light flickered, Old Qian's eyes slightly cooled, and when he looked at the coins in his hand, he didn't know when it changed. It became a stack of paper money coins.

"This?!"

Seeing the baht in his hand turning into worthless coins, the smile on the corner of Lao Qian's mouth froze immediately on the spot.

"Where's the money I made? How come all the money I win from playing mahjong has become ghost coins!"

Hearing Lao Qian's unbelievable voice, Lin Jiuying pointed in the direction of the living room and said to him.

"Now go back and look at those guys who played mahjong with you."

Following the direction Lin Jiuying pointed, Lao Qian turned his head to look at the mahjong table.

Lin Jiuying's eye-opening to get rid of the state of being obsessed with ghosts, what appeared in front of Lao Qian at this moment was a ghost on a mahjong table.

Looking at these ghosts sitting in front of mahjong playing mahjong with Ah Hao, I thought that I was playing mahjong with them not long ago.Old Qian's wrinkled and skinny face suddenly turned a little pale, and he was about to shout out subconsciously.

"Silence."

Stretching out her hand to cover Lao Qian's mouth, Lin Jiuying lowered her voice and said to him in a voice that only two people could hear.

"I'm asking apprentice Ah Hao to play mahjong with the ghosts instead of you, but this is just an emergency measure, and it won't take too long. When these ghosts hear the movement and react and find something is wrong, it will be troublesome."

"Now, come over to a table for me, and pour a bowl of rice by the way..."

……

"Why don't you draw cards?"

In the living room of the grocery store, in front of the mahjong table.

A Hao imitated the moves of a few ghosts, folded the mahjong, and then the whole person began to feel like he was sitting on pins and needles.

He didn't lie to his master just now, he really doesn't know how to play mahjong, and he doesn't even know where to start drawing cards.

"Well, why don't you come first."

Hearing the reminder from the aunt on the other side, and looking at the white brain of the other side, Ah Hao tried hard to control his expression not to show any strange color, and then said "modestly".

"..."

Facing Ah Hao's "modest" move, the three ghosts on the opposite side were silent for a while, and then the old ghost with a long tongue stretched out his hand to touch it from in front of him, and following the old ghost's movement, the other ghost also started to draw cards , With the demonstration of the two ghosts, Ah Hao quickly imitated the drawing of cards.

"Why, are you humble when playing cards?"

After drawing the tiles and looking at the mahjong tiles in his hand, the expression on Ahao's face still didn't improve.

He doesn't know how to play mahjong, so naturally he doesn't know whether the pie he has caught is good or bad.

Reminded by the ghost with a knife in his chest, Ah Hao glanced over the knife on his chest, grabbed a single mahjong tile in front of him and threw it out, and then sat motionless on his seat again.

"Draw a card."

At the mahjong table, watching the mahjong tiles played by Ah Hao, the ghost with a knife in his chest reminded him sinisterly.

"Oh~"

Hearing its reminder, Ah Hao reacted belatedly, and then hurriedly stretched out his hand to grab a mahjong tile in front of him.

I don't know if it was because he was too flustered, but his outstretched arm knocked down the mahjong tiles in front of him. Seeing the mahjong tiles pushed down in front of him, the expression on Ah Hao's face became even more flustered When he got up, he subconsciously put the cards in his hand aside, and quickly reached out to pick up the fallen cards.

"Wait a moment……"

However, when Ah Hao was arranging the mahjong tiles, the ghost with a knife in his chest suddenly stopped his movement.

It had a gloomy face, looking at Ah Hao who was in a panic.

Said in a gloomy tone.

"Are you fooling around?"

"what?!"

"Self-touching the door, this is your win."

(End of this chapter)