I opened the door a crack, and the musty smell that had accumulated over the years made me cough repeatedly.
What surprised me was that Zhao Daxing's home was actually a two-story duplex.
Earthy-colored wooden furniture can be seen everywhere in the house. When I took a closer look, I saw that all kinds of furniture were covered with cracks of varying sizes.
Only solid wood will show signs of cracking in the north.
Although the furniture in this room is outdated, it can still be seen that it was expensive to make.
This Zhao Daxing is very interesting, having such a big battle in a shantytown?
I turned around, closed the door, and wandered around.
The living room and bedroom are no different, and in the dining room on the first floor, there are still bowls and chopsticks.
The food in it has long been rotten, but it also confirms what the aunt downstairs said.
They disappeared very suddenly, otherwise there would be no dishes on the table.
At a rough glance, the house is at least about 200 square meters.
I am the only one in such a big space, so if there is a problem, I will be easily attacked from both sides.
If it were in the past, I might put the mother and son symbols in several directions, and there would be a link between them.
However, now I have only one way - to use myself as bait.
The emergence of this idea made me laugh.
After all, he was once a Taoist priest, but now he appears as a prey.
The master bedroom on the second floor has a great view, almost half of the house can be seen.
I didn't think much, shook off the dust on the bed, and lay down on it.
I took a deep breath, hoping that the mysterious power in my body would really work.
Don't risk your life here.
As night went on, sleepiness gradually came over me.
Just in time, sleep!
I don’t know how long I slept, but the sound of rustling footsteps suddenly reached my ears.
It was so quiet at night that I could almost instantly distinguish the location of the sound.
It's downstairs.
"Wow!"
It seemed like something had fallen, and a crisp sound of crashing came from downstairs.
The nerves in my brain immediately became tense.
Mahjong!
It seems that those rumors may not be false.
I carefully lay down by the window and looked down along the crack of the window.
In the middle of the living room, there was a person sitting upright.
It was cloudy outside and there were no lights on downstairs, so I could only vaguely see the back.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
This man made the mahjong on the table clatter as if he were doing Tai Chi.
"Ding ding ding..."
At this time, the wind chimes behind me suddenly rang.
A slightly ethereal voice came up from downstairs.
"You're already here, why don't you play for a while?"
The person speaking is the person downstairs.
Eighty percent, this is the real owner, Zhao Daxing!
It's a good thing if I feel calm, it saves me the worry upstairs.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
I walked downstairs step by step and sat directly opposite him.
Only then did I see clearly that he was wearing a very long cloak, covering his head on top and his feet on the bottom.
He and I were only separated by a table, but I couldn't see clearly what he looked like.
I pretended to be calm and asked: "How can we play with just two people?"
"Can you build building blocks?"
The man in black picked up a mahjong tile and placed it gently on the table.
"Follow this and go up. Whoever falls will lose."
I glanced at him intently, knowing that this was a big gamble.
If you lose, I'm afraid you'll have to explain it here.
"Da da da……"
There was no light in the living room, and the entire room was shrouded in dark blue, leaving only the sound of mahjong collisions in the room.
He was very fast, and within a few minutes, half of his face was covered by the mahjong in front of him.
"You really dare to play, aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid?"
I picked up the mahjong and gently put it up. The mahjong on the table collapsed instantly.
In such a moment of confusion, the tablecloth was quickly pulled back, and the man in black lifted the tablecloth and swung it toward me.
The solid mahjong balls hit my head like hailstones, and the huge tablecloth fell down.
I barely had any time to react as I was completely wrapped in the tablecloth.
I raised my hand and suddenly pulled off the tablecloth, and a man slapped me hard on the head with one hand.
"Bang!"
The force of this palm was very dull, causing me to step back repeatedly.
At the same time, a sharp shout sounded from the opposite side: "Get on!"
I shook my head vigorously, and a yellow talisman floated down in front of my eyes.
A spell?
The ghost wants to use a spell to calm the Taoist priest?
What the hell are you kidding me about?
