Hearing the pale-faced male ghost's agreement, I simply smiled faintly.
The pale-faced male ghost then gestured to a nearby room:
"This way, please!"
He said, pointing to a private room not far away.
But I shook my head:
"We don't really like gambling in such enclosed spaces. The main hall downstairs."
"That's right, preferably in front of everyone here.
We have plenty of money, so we can afford to bet big."
Old Mo said in a deep voice, patting the large leather bag he was holding.
"Oh?"
The pale-faced male ghost glanced at us with some confusion.
But then, a full smile appeared on his face:
"Alright! As long as our gambling friends are happy.
Setting up a table downstairs isn't impossible. Please!"
Old Mo and I smiled and walked downstairs with Wu Jing.
Old Mo and I had a simple plan.
We had a general understanding of the situation in the Underworld Building.
It was a place filled with wandering spirits and ghosts who exploited loopholes in karma, exchanging real money for longevity.
They posed little threat to us.
With Old Mo's and my cultivation, we should be able to control the situation.
So, the next step was to get things done.
This ghost den and gambling house had to be eradicated.
Allowing so many living people to gamble their lifespan here would undoubtedly lead to many deaths.
Now, Old Mo and I intended to make our intentions clear in front of all the ghosts present. httpδ:/m.kuAisugg.nět
At the same time, we would retrieve Wu Jing's underworld longevity IOU.
If the other party was sensible, we wouldn't need to resort to violence and could even send away these ghosts without any Yin Sha energy, which would be ideal.
Master had also mentioned that sending away one ghost brought much more merit than killing one.
However, if the other party remained obstinate, we wouldn't hesitate to act.
We would follow our martial uncle's advice: kill if necessary, destroy if necessary.
Soon, we descended from the second floor to the first.
The first floor was still bustling with gambling.
The sound of mahjong tiles clattering could be heard.
But as the pale-faced male ghost followed us down, he directly addressed the hall:
"Everyone, please pause for a moment!"
As soon as the pale-faced male ghost spoke, the previously noisy hall fell silent instantly.
All eyes turned towards the pale-faced male ghost.
The pale-faced male ghost maintained his smile:
"Today, we have two new gambling friends who wish to spar with me in their gambling skills.
Everyone, please clear a table and be our audience."
Upon hearing this, the ghosts below became excited.
"Yes, boss!"
"It's truly exciting to witness the boss's gambling skills!"
"..."
As they spoke, several burly ghost attendants began clearing the area.
They moved the tables in the hall and then placed a mahjong table and four stools in the center.
"Please take the honored seats!"
The pale-faced male ghost said politely, continuing to speak.
However, his smile was clearly less genuine now.
Perhaps he had sensed something unusual about Old Mo and me, detecting an unfriendly aura.
Old Mo and I stepped forward, sitting at the table in front of dozens of ghosts.
Wu Jing, however, did not dare to sit; he was too terrified from his losses and stood behind us.
He looked at the pale-faced male ghost and the surrounding ghosts, still trembling and silent.
The pale-faced male ghost glanced at Wu Jing, then at Old Mo and me:
"Are only the three of us gambling?"
Old Mo smiled faintly:
"The three of us are just right for a game of 'Dou Dizhu,' right, Old Qin?"
I spread my hands, indifferent.
Playing cards was a pretense; discussing matters was the real objective.
What we gambled on was irrelevant.
The pale-faced male ghost nodded and immediately sat opposite us:
"Agreed! I wonder how big a game you two gambling friends want to play, given this grand setup?"
As soon as he finished speaking,
Two tall and strong male ghosts walked over from the side,
Carrying two black leather briefcases.
They placed them on the mahjong table with a "clack" and opened them.
Inside the briefcases were stacks of one hundred yuan banknotes, neatly arranged.
I squinted and observed carefully.
I noticed that the top layer was all real money.
If the layers beneath were also real, then these two briefcases would surely contain two million.
I gave Old Mo a look.
Old Mo didn't hesitate and placed his black leather bag on the mahjong table, pulling open the zipper.
With a "hiss," the leather bag opened.
Immediately, the underworld currency inside the leather bag was revealed neatly.
Each bill was new, and they were all large denominations of ten billion.
When the pale-faced male ghost opposite us, and the surrounding ghosts, saw that the money in our bags was underworld currency,
Their expressions changed, revealing an obvious hint of unnaturalness.
The two male ghosts standing on either side of the pale-faced male ghost lowered their heads, their faces hardening with ferocity.
The pale-faced male ghost smiled a smile that was not a smile, saying:
"My friends, did you perhaps bring the wrong money?"
At that moment, the entire room fell silent.
Every ghost present stared intently at us.
It was likely that at this moment, all the ghosts became wary, beginning to suspect the true identities of Old Mo and me.
The entire room suddenly became deathly quiet.
Even the rooms on both sides of the hall ceased to make any sound.
Only the man playing "Zha Jin Hua" on the right continued to shout:
"What's wrong with you guys, still bored? Why are you looking outside?"
Amidst this voice,
Old Mo crossed his arms, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed, like a lord, watching the pale-faced male ghost without speaking.
I took out a cigarette and placed it in my mouth, not answering immediately.
Instead, I fumbled with my lighter, clicking it on.
The flame flickered "hissingly."
But each flash of the lighter illuminated the faces of the surrounding ghosts,
Subtly revealing another expression and a faint green hue.
Old Mo and I were unfazed, not even looking more closely.
However, Wu Jing, standing behind us, was trembling with fear.
His eyes widened in terror, and he swallowed audibly, gulp by gulp...