Unconsciously, Jingli had already walked into the hall, but those people had no time to care about her, and they all stared at the glazed stones on the table in front of them with their eyes shining, either excited or depressed, or pretending to be profound or lazy.

Jingli walked behind one of them and looked at it, and found that there were some strange patterns painted on the glazed stone, and she couldn't understand what it meant.

She leaned closer, and inadvertently a strand of hair fell and swept to the neck of the person in front of her, who waved his hand and said in disgust: "Stay away from me, stay away from me." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry." Jingli apologized and took a few steps back, then glanced at the table suspiciously, and found that they had no one to pay her any attention, ignoring her as an intruder.

Jingli walked around the three square tables, and no one paid attention to them except for the little boy who was not involved in taking the time to look at her. Jingli waved her hand at the little boy and said, "Little brother, hello." ”

The boy glanced at her with disdain, then turned his attention back to the stone table.

Receiving a look of contempt, the corners of Jingli's mouth twitched. What kind of trouble is this?

She boldly walked up to the white-haired old man who looked the most gentle, patted him on the shoulder, and called out softly, "Senpai, senior." ”

"Oh, go away, go away, don't make me lose." The white-haired old man first waved his hand in disgust, and then shouted to the person opposite him with full anger, "Ah Ruan, you wait, today I will definitely kill you without leaving a piece of armor." ”

"Stinky old man, just amplify your words!" The woman on the other side snapped and threw the glass stone in her hand into the middle of the table, "And wait." ”

Jingli reluctantly circled the hall several times. Finally stood behind a middle-aged man with a gentle appearance, and was no longer disliked. She first stood and watched for a while, then looked at the bench where the middle-aged man was sitting, quietly put half of her buttocks, and after a while, seeing that no one paid attention to her, she was bold enough to sit on it.

The four people at this table were relatively quiet, only hearing the sound of the collision of the glazed stones, Jingli also looked at it quietly, and slowly saw some doorways.

"Oops. Hit this. Hit this. Unconsciously, Jingli, who had been fascinated, had long forgotten where she was, and had forgotten her purpose, she saw that the middle-aged man was about to play a card, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to stop it. Counted another card. Road. "This one, this one, hit this one."

The middle-aged man thought about it and listened to Jingli's words. Seeing that he was not angry, Jingli also began to participate openly, until the gentle-looking woman on the other side suddenly said: "This is not fair, Ah Zhao, you are two people joining forces to deal with us." ”

The middle-aged man finally spoke, and he replied, "In that case, I'll take a rest." ”

He turned his head to Jingli and said, "The girl will go up for me, I'll rest first." With that, he stood up and stretched wide.

"Good!" Jingli had already had this intention, and as soon as her ass moved, she moved to the middle, she rolled up her sleeves and said excitedly, "Come on, let's four come." ”

The middle-aged man stood behind Jingli and looked at it for a while, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

After a while, he turned his head to look behind him, and it happened that the little boy was also turning his head to look, and the two looked at each other, and the middle-aged man waved his hand, motioning for the boy to come to his side.

The boy looked at the woman beside him, then at the middle-aged man, jumped down from the bench, and jumped up beside the middle-aged man.

"Come on, let's do it again!" Jingli, who had just finished a game and lost, refused to be reconciled, and suddenly felt that her shoulder was patted, she waved her hand impatiently, and said, "Go away, go away, I don't have time to pay attention to you." ”

As soon as the words came out, she suddenly froze. What is she doing? There's something wrong with this glass stone!

Jingli stood up from the stool suddenly, her head was a little dizzy, and her face was also very ugly, could it be that this thing could capture people's souls?

Jingli turned his head to look at the person who rescued himself from his addiction, it was the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man smiled at Jingli, and said to the boy next to him: "Qingfeng, you help me play a few games, I have something to say to this little girl." ”

The boy responded crisply, jumped onto the stone bench, and occupied the original position of Jingli.

Jingli looked at the middle-aged man with some embarrassment, ashamed that she was so unfocused, she could probably be regarded as a plaything in another sense.

The middle-aged man smiled gently and comforted her: "We old ghosts are too bored, and we are trapped here and don't know when we will see the light of day again, we always have to find something to do, fortunately, there is this mahjong, it is good to pass the time." ”

"Is this thing called Mahjong?" Jingli looked at the square table suspiciously, she can play chess, so she can probably see that this is a game, and after watching it for a long time, she can also see some rules and doorways, but she doesn't know what it's called.

"yes. There was a boy who had escaped before you, and who, though full of gibberish, had left us this thing to pass the time. "They relied on this mahjong to pass the time for tens of thousands of years, and they didn't get bored.

"Senior, I don't know ......"

"Shall I say it first?" Jingli finally adjusted her mood and was about to ask the middle-aged man about something, but was immediately interrupted by him.

"Okay." She nodded without hesitation, it didn't matter who spoke first, what mattered was what the conversation was.

Seeing Jingli nodding, the middle-aged man showed a satisfied smile, and the slight crow's feet at the corners of his eyes did not detract from his handsomeness at all, but added a unique charm.

Jingli was shaken by this smile, and she said in her heart, this person is so attractive when he is old, and he doesn't know what a demon he is when he is young.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged beautiful man asked softly.

"Su Jingli."

"Since you are my descendant, how about I call you Li'er?" The middle-aged beautiful man walked to the other side of the hall with Jingli and took her to sit down at an empty table.

"Is the predecessor a member of the Feng clan?" Since she opened her mouth to affirm that she is a "descendant", that is, her identity has been identified, and she doesn't need to go around in circles, let alone ask brainless questions like why she is a Feng clan.

"Yes, my name is Lian Zhao, you can call me Ah Zhao."

"Zhao?" Isn't it a bit offensive to call him by his name, although this middle-aged man has a gentle face, but according to the reasoning of time, he should also be an old ghost.

Yes, all the people here are ghosts, and like Dieyi, they are all ghosts with spirit bodies.

Lian Zhao seemed to see Jingli's concerns, and he explained: "People in our family generally call them by their names, and it is easy to have problems when they call their seniority. For example, if you call me Grandpa, you have to call me Daddy. ”

Before Jingli could react, the young man who was pointed at by Lian Zhao seemed to have eyes behind his back, and turned his head violently and shouted: "What are you talking nonsense, I didn't betray Wan'er, and if you really want to talk about it, she should call Qingfeng a father." ”

Qingfeng, the little boy who played cards instead of Jingli, immediately protested: "Don't talk nonsense, I agreed with Ah Hua to marry her, and I will never leave her in the next life." If she had known that I had even a daughter, she would not have married me again. ”

"Ah Hua has died a long time ago, and she can't die anymore."

"I can't die anymore!" The young man and the little boy quarreled like this.

"Look, so you'd better call me Ah Zhao." Lian Zhao shrugged his shoulders, "If it is called by generation, our family will be in chaos." ”

Jingli didn't notice what Lian Zhao said at all, and her whole person was messy now.

It's weird that you're going to arrange for me to be a dad when you come up, okay? Although she can't remember what her biological father looks like, she does have a father, okay? (To be continued.) )

PS: Actually, I don't know how to play mahjong. But when I conceived it, I thought to myself, if I met a group of ghosts who had been locked up for tens of thousands of years, what would these ghosts do, and for some reason, I thought of mahjong, maybe the quintessence of the country is too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.