I lit a cigarette after flicking my lighter twice.
A sizzling sound accompanied my draw.
Then, I looked at the pale-faced male ghost opposite us. His smile had frozen, and he was staring at us strangely.
I exhaled a puff of smoke:
"The money is definitely correct, I just don't know if my money can be used for gambling?"
As soon as I finished speaking, a burly male ghost standing behind the pale-faced male ghost said fiercely:
"Of course not, who would accept these ghost notes of yours?"
"If you don't accept them, then who will?"
Old Mo crossed his arms and spoke with a smile, even with a hint of disdain.
The burly male ghost's eyes widened, like a bull's:
"Are you here to cause trouble?"
But before he could finish speaking, he was stopped by the pale-faced male ghost:
"Step down!"
The pale-faced male ghost's words carried weight.
As soon as he said this, the burly male ghost became as obedient as a kitten and stood behind him.
Then, the pale-faced male ghost spoke again:
"The two gamblers are distinguished guests.
Since they say they can accept it, they naturally can.
Let's not waste any time, one hand decides the winner.
How about we bet everything on the table?"
At this point, the pale-faced male ghost must have had some idea of my and Old Mo's identities.
He didn't want to confront us directly, hence this proposal.
I spread my hands:
"Alright!"
I continued to smoke, my peripheral vision scanning the surroundings, constantly vigilant.
"No problem!"
Old Mo also spoke lazily, but in reality, he had already held a talisman in his hand.
All the ghosts in the hall were staring at us.
The atmosphere was as cold as ice.
The pale-faced male ghost, with a fake smile, picked up a deck of cards that had been prepared and began shuffling them.
"Patta patta..."
The sound of shuffling cards continued.
This ghost's shuffling technique was excellent.
It was similar to the techniques in the movie "God of Gamblers," and even more flashy.
"Cut the deck!"
The pale-faced male ghost extended his hand, smiling and inviting me to cut.
I casually drew a landlord card.
In our game, whoever is dealt the landlord card becomes the landlord.
The pale-faced male ghost stacked the cards and began dealing.
"Swish swish swish..."
The speed was faster than a knife shaving noodles.
The cards formed a line, and they were dealt in an instant, seventeen cards per person.
The pale-faced male ghost smiled down:
"My apologies, the landlord card is with me, I'm claiming it."
"My favorite role to play is the landlord!"
"No problem!"
Old Mo and I didn't seem to mind.
Then we picked up our cards and glanced at them.
As soon as I saw them, I smiled.
I had never been dealt such a bad hand.
No seven to complete the three-four-five-six, no queen to complete the eight-nine-ten-jack.
Singles and pairs not connected, and the triplets were low.
The highest was only a jack.
Looking at Old Mo beside me, his situation was probably similar to mine.
After all, my uncle had said that how could one win playing cards with ghosts?
They were ghosts, after all, with special means.
They could get whatever cards they wanted.
Wu Jing, who was standing behind, looked dumbfounded.
With such a bad hand, no matter how you played, you would lose.
"Brother, brother, how... how do we play this?"
Wu Jing stuttered nervously.
I waved my hand:
"Don't worry, with my hand, I'll win no matter how I play!"
"Ah? This... this hand can win?"
Wu Jing rubbed his eyes, utterly disbelieving.
The pale-faced male ghost opposite us smiled slyly:
"My two gambling friends, my luck might be a bit better than yours, you won't be able to beat me this hand!"
Hearing this.
I directly replied:
"Alright! You play!"
The pale-faced male ghost was not polite and placed the cards in his hand onto the table.
"Four, five, six, seven, eight, a straight!"
Old Mo glanced at it:
"Pass!"
With my cards, I definitely couldn't match it.
After all, I had eight-nine-ten-jack, but no queen.
However, this didn't stump me.
I slowly drew out the eight-nine-ten-jack and placed them on the table.
"I'll top you, eight-nine-ten-jack-queen."
But at this moment, all the ghosts present were stunned.
Were they fooling ać»ć?
Only eight-nine-ten-jack, where was the queen?
The pale-faced male ghost, with a fake smile, said:
"Gambling friend, all four queens are with me? How can you top me?"
I looked at the pale-faced male ghost, still smiling:
"If I say I can top you, then I can top you!"
As I spoke, I reached into my windbreaker.
Then I slapped it onto the table:
"My queen, isn't it right here?"
The ghosts present took a closer look, and their faces changed drastically.
They all glared, showing fear.
The pale-faced male ghost opposite us also showed surprise.
What I had slapped onto the table was a demon-dispelling talisman.
The yellow paper was bright orange, with intertwined runes.
A wave of talismanic power seemed to transform into a yellow aura, spreading onto the table...
Upon seeing this, the surrounding specters cried out "Wow" and retreated several steps.
The pale-faced male ghost and the two burly ghosts beside him also showed shocked expressions, a hint of fear appearing.
"What, can't my queen be used?"
I continued to speak with a smile.
The pale-faced male ghost looked up at me again, his smile gone.
With the yellow talisman revealed, the identities of Old Mo and I were unequivocally confirmed.
We were Daoist priests.
We had come with ill intentions...
The pale-faced male ghost glanced at Wu Jing behind us.
After a moment of silence, he nodded:
"Yes!"
Judging by his expression, he seemed somewhat aggrieved.
But it was also evident that just this one talisman had intimidated him.
After all, we weren't ferocious specters.
That's why Old Mo and I dared to be so brazen.
Hearing this, Old Mo and I on the side both smiled.
Wu Jing behind us was even more dumbfounded.
He never expected that by casually throwing out a talisman,
I could subdue the ghost who had cheated him out of his lifespan...