The one-handed ghost laughed: "My cards are very good."
Fang Zong nodded: "Mine is very good too."
The one-handed ghost reminded him, "Then you'd better look at your cards carefully, don't win by mistake. We're playing by the rules, if you win by mistake, you have to compensate us!"
Fang Zong laughed: "Of course."
After playing a card, a round went by, and it was Fang Zong's turn to draw a card again.
Fang Zong picked up a tile, glanced at it, and saw it was a nine of characters. He had just won by drawing the tile himself. In the blink of an eye, his true yang energy burned in his eyes, and the nine of characters turned into a red dragon.
"Red Dragon." Fang Zong played the card.
The one-handed ghost roared, "What red center? It's clearly 90,000! Bang!"
Therefore, the nine of Wan was discarded, and with Fang Zong's nine of Wan, all four nines of Wan were on the table. Even if he drew a real nine of Wan, he would still lose by drawing a winning tile.
Fang Zong disagreed: "Continue."
Then I touched the red center, but it was mistaken for a 60,000 and knocked away.
If you touch the red center again, treat it as a 30,000 and knock it away.
The one-handed ghost became increasingly smug, laughing, "The three, six, and nine of the suit are all gone. If you win by self-draw, I'll eat the whole deck."
"OK,"
Fang Zong drew another card and smiled: "I said we'd play by the rules, so I'll play by the rules with you. I'll draw the nine of characters by myself."
"What 90,000? This is Red Center!"
The one-handed ghost stood up.
The cross-eyed ghost laughed too: "That's right, it's Red Dragon, you lose if you blow your hand."
If you lose, your morale will be low.
If you're weak, your strength will be low.
Even if they were blinded by evil spirits and cheated, they still won.
You're a living person, and you think you can fight ghosts?
All three ghosts were about to make a move, but Fang Zong beat them to it, smashing the cross-eyed ghost to pieces with a single slap.
With a long sword held horizontally, it was placed against the neck of the one-handed demon:
"Tell me! Is it 90,000 or Red Center?"
The one-handed ghost stubbornly insisted, "It's clearly Red Center!"
Fang Zong slapped the tongueless ghost again, killing it, and laughed, "Speak properly."
"Nine, ninety thousand." The one-handed ghost chickened out.
"Correct answer!" Fang Zong expressed his approval.
He then decisively slashed the one-handed ghost to ashes.
Gold bars, of course, are included; and the sacred Japanese sword is also indispensable.
Fang Zong reached for his knife, and suddenly a silver streak, tinged with crimson, shot towards him!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
