Guessing the fist decided the landlord, Chi Yu took the two cards from Wu Fan's hand and buckled them upside down on the table.

After the first round of single cards passed, the right to play the cards in the second round fell to Liu Yong.

"Right 3."

He flashed his card and threw it in the center of the four-man seat.

"Right 5."

"Yes A."

"Yes."

As a result, the right to play cards in the third round fell to Yan Bai.

"Three with one."

No one took his cards, and he seemed a little flustered, so he had to continue playing.

At this time, Chi Yu opened the landlord's hole card, but after a glance, he frowned.

Both clowns are with him?

Wu Fan, this guy, a few meanings.

The game goes on.

Soon, Yan Bai's cards were only the last 3 left.

Wu Fan finally took over his right to play the cards.

"Airplanes."

After throwing 8 cards in one go, Wu Fan became the person with the fewest cards in the game.

A deck of cards is 54 cards, and after the two jokers are removed, there are 52 left, which are evenly distributed among the four people, and one person is 13 cards.

Chi Yu, as the landlord, has 15 cards. After losing cards in a few rounds, Chi Yu still had 5 cards left in his hand, including two jokers.

At this time, Wu Fan had the last card left in his hand, and if Chi Yu didn't make a move, he would lose.

Liu Yong still has 6 cards left in his hand, and according to the cards he walked before, he may have one fried left in his hand, which may be 7, may be 8.

Yan Bai still has 3 cards left, there is a high probability that it is a pair and a single card, and according to his mindless personality of playing cards, the points he has left will not be too big, and he can no longer pose a threat to Chi Yu.

Wu Fan's hole card is likely to be King.

Chi Yu has three other cards in his hand, a 2, and a pair of jacks.

Chi Yu has a great hope of winning, but it is not absolute, there are two highly intelligent talents sitting opposite him, I am afraid that he has already seen his cards clearly.

There are also two 2s in the hands of the three people opposite, or Liu Yong, or Wu Fan, Yan Bai probably feels that the number of cards in his hand is too small, and he has begun to be a little absent-minded.

Gambling is still about luck.

So, Chi Yu showed the two clowns in his hand.

"Ah, caught, caught~"

Wu Fan backhanded his hand and made an owl gesture in front of him.

Selling cuteness with a blank face is really a little subtle.

"Do you really want to hear me tell a story?"

"No, no, no, I actually want to see you eat noodles."

Chi Yu dropped the two clowns and snorted: "Okay, then my story is about to begin."

"When I was very young, the address of my old house was on the branch of an old canal, with the river in front and the mountain in the back. The mountain, which is said to be a mountain, is actually a mound, a slope made of mud that was shoveled up when the river was opened.

No one knows when the river was dug and no one knows when the dirt mountain came from.

The villagers moved away one after another, and finally, my family was left in the area along the river, and one summer vacation, because I was unwell, I was sent back to my hometown to recuperate, and there was an hourly union that visited me once a week, and nothing else.

Maybe it's because of the topography, maybe it's psychological, I live alone in an old house, and I often feel that the room is cold, even if it's the middle ......of summer."

"Okay, pause here." Wu Fan raised his hand and signaled, "Your foreshadowing is too long, you don't need to be so long, let's put it simply." ”

Chi Yu said disdainfully: "Isn't the ghost story just an atmosphere?" If you don't talk about the atmosphere, you can just start, 'Ah, I met a ghost, it scared me to death' or 'Ahhhhhh......h Repeat this several times. ”

Liu Yong sighed: "Do you have to go to extremes?" ”

It's a long night, and everything you do is just to kill time, to prevent anyone here from falling asleep, that's all.

Listening to stories is the easiest way to fall asleep.

Unless, that story is very penetrating.

Telling ghost stories in such a place at night is an extreme in itself, and if it is more extreme, what can it be?

However, under the unanimous request of everyone, Chi Yu had no choice but to reduce the story a little more.

"One night, lying in bed, I clearly heard the voice of a woman talking from the back mountain, the voice was very small, but I heard it very clearly, she said, come, come to me.

At first, I didn't take her voice seriously, just as I was hallucinating in the midst of my illness, but as time went on, I could hear her speak more and more and for longer and longer, which made it difficult for me to ignore her anymore.

The long-term depression and illness have made my nerves fragile, irritable, and irritable.

Soon after, in order to verify the source of the sound, I ignored the doctor's warnings, and had no choice but to go up the mountain and rummage through the weeds and trees all over the mountain, but I found nothing.

I couldn't sleep because I could hear the woman's voice so often, and one day, I couldn't take it anymore and opened the window in the back room and yelled out the window, "Stop yelling, fuck you, fuck your ancestors, stop yelling!" ”

Liu Yong had already laughed: "Xiao Chen, can you be elegant and easy-going?" Do you have to use a swear word when it's your turn to speak? ”

"What's wrong with the swear words? Dirty words make sense in this situation, right? ”

"Reasonable is reasonable, just like the color embryo will think about that kind of thing when she sees a woman's big white legs, it's okay if you just think about it, it's immoral to make it, it's a crime."

“……”

"Okay, don't stare at me, you go on."

Liu Yong, Liu Yong, there is just a lack of a pole on the construction site, why don't I introduce you?

The woman's voice stopped, and I went back to sleep. I hadn't fallen asleep for many days because of the noise, and now that the sound had finally stopped, I felt so sleepy that I fell asleep.

By the middle of the night, I felt something dripping on my face, some hot, some sticky. At first, I thought it was a leak in the house, but as more and more things dripped onto my face, I had to force myself to open my eyes.

It was pitch black.

There was a black curtain in front of my eyes, no, not just in front of me, but all around, and I began to instinctively feel frightened, and began to struggle desperately.

However, my struggle was too weak, the tenacity of the curtain was beyond my imagination, and it wrapped around me more and more tightly, making it very difficult for me to move.

Then, I seemed to hear a very faint, "pop" sound, echoing in the darkness at regular intervals, and again, and again.

Fishy liquid poured into this small space from all directions, drowning my body, my ears, my nose, and finally, my head.

(End of chapter)