It's the Apocalypse, so Being a Mahjong God Isn't Too Much, Right?

Also known as: It's the Apocalypse, and Being a God of Mahjong Isn't Too Much to Ask, Is It?

The shadow of the apocalypse shrouds the land of Shenzhou, with crimson auroras, symbols o...

Chapter 17: Tunnel Card Drawing

It's none of my business.

The soles of my shoes are almost sparking.

On the back of the mahjong tile, the progress bar has already passed two-thirds.

Soon, the third scene appeared in front.

Even Jiang Che couldn't help but slow down his pace as he listened to the scene.

The third scene is no longer just a few 3D phantoms, but seems like a fantasy world.

This is the scene outside the tunnel.

Jiang Che passed by when he was driving here, and he looked quite familiar.

This time, it was the scene of the family's death.

Just by chance, he was unlucky enough to encounter a monster and his whole family died.

The little girl's hands and feet were broken, and she watched her parents being eaten as she was dying.

Eventually, the monster bites off the back of the little girl's head.

Before the girl died, her pupils were wide open, reflecting the approaching dog.

Later, the bell ringer arrived and killed the monster, and the dog cried beside the girl's body.

One move [Green Soul Song·Forgetfulness] made the dog forget everything.

It returned to the tunnel entrance and, following its instinct, waited for its owner to arrive.

Wait until it gets old.

Wait until it dies.

Jiang Che muttered to himself again.

It’s none of my business.

It’s none of my business.

It’s none of my business.

On the back of the mahjong tile, the progress bar is almost finished.

99%.

If he takes a few more steps and reaches 100%, he will be able to take the mahjong tile.

However, the figure of a little girl appeared in front.

The little girl's limbs were broken, there was a large gap at the back of her head, and the flesh on her fragile neck was completely torn off, leaving only a slender cervical vertebra supporting her head.

Jiang Che is no longer the newcomer he once was.

When facing a fierce ghost, at least you can judge its level.

The pressure from the little ghost in front of him was not even as great as that from the person in the mirror.

He could kill it anytime he wanted.

The blood-red magic circle under his feet flickered, and three-dimensional fonts appeared faintly.

"Get out of the way."

He didn't want to kill it.

The little girl didn't say anything. Her eyes were empty, her face was bloody and rotten, and she stared straight at Jiang Che.

"I say again, get out of the way!"