Next to a distribution made of stacked logs, a low hollow brick house, covered with some green tin tiles, with a shoddy iron door and an iron window with rubber rings, looked like the mausoleum of a rich man in the dark night.

The iron door has a bull's head lock, but the lock can only lock the gentleman, not the villain, and the ghost who is as light as the wind, the poor ghost blew lightly on the lock, and the lock post automatically bounced open, and the door opened automatically.

The poor ghost entered the room silently, and stood quietly in the corner, quietly watching everything in the room: the room was smoky and smelled of nicotine, no better than hell, and two mahjong tables, in the dim light, surrounded by eight ghostly gamblers and a yawning, wrinkled middle-aged woman, the proprietress of the house.

"Strange things! There are things every night, especially tonight - first I heard the ghost scream, and now the door opens automatically, is there really a ghost tonight?" Sitting by the iron gate, the gambler with a thick black beard muttered, closed the iron door sideways, and urged: "I just hit the second cylinder, who is it now?"

"It's me!" Before the gambler could speak, the poor ghost scrambled to speak, smiled sadly, and blew a breath, and the gamblers immediately saw the horrible image of him standing in the corner, and were stunned with horror.

The poor ghost blew on the mahjong, and the two "10,000" mahjong characters circulated up and down in the air, and then deliberately showed off their skills, the ghost flashed, and made a circle, and suddenly appeared on the mahjong machine, reprimanded and counted with an angry face-

"Your days of lawlessness have been too long and should be over—since you like the life of hell, I will fulfill you. I will first tell you stories of you good men and women, and then I will give you good fruit to eat. ”

Gamblers and casino owners were dumbfounded: Is there really a ghost in the world? I didn't see it with my own eyes, and I didn't believe it when I said it was broken, and I didn't believe it when I was killed.

"You stand up!"

The poor ghost pointed his finger, and the middle-aged woman who was the proprietress stood up involuntarily, her feet half a foot off the ground, floating in the void.

"You were very beautiful back then, your husband was a loyal and honest man, who regarded you as the center of his life, was serious and responsible for you, and was obedient, but you felt that such a man was not tasteful enough, abandoned his family and children, and went to Huajie Willow Lane to be a rotten person.

"Your son cried so miserably, screaming for his mother, making passers-by cry, but you didn't hear it, turned a blind eye, and said that it was a man's property, and it had nothing to do with you, it was really hard-hearted.

"Your man has gone through a lot of hardships to find you, and he won't let go, kneeling, begging, and wholeheartedly asking you to go home, but you think it's a shame to have such a man, so you ask someone to knock him unconscious and throw him into the sewer, so that he drowns in sewage.

"Sweep away pornography in the city, get rid of mosquitoes and flies that spread dirty diseases, and you can't do any dirty business anymore, so you flee to the countryside and open a casino.

"You are now the richest woman in this village, and everyone in the village who is involved in gambling has become your money-making machine, your slave, not only do you make do with the cash, but everyone owes you a thousand children, and you will only be paid back after selling the pigs and grain.

"You make so much money, what do you pay for? You just used their money to buy two mahjong machines, and used their money to buy some rat leftover cookies for them to eat.

"The villagers love to gamble, the villagers love to take advantage of small advantages, the villagers are simple-minded, short-sighted, lack of foresight, the villagers love to get rich quickly, and as a result, they fall into the hell on earth that you plan, so that you can sit back and enjoy the results, and get something for nothing.

"Now, you personally make more than 100,000 yuan a year, wear gold and silver, and live in a high-sounding three-story house, but how many people are quarreling and wives are separated?

The poor ghost pointed to the scattered, crumpled, and dirty banknotes on the gambling table, and the banknotes suddenly flew up, curled into tubes, and automatically stuffed into the mouth, nostrils, and ears of the proprietress and desperately burrowed into them like centipedes.

The proprietress twisted her body a few times in pain, uh-uh, spurted blood, and fell to the ground and died in a blink of an eye.

The gambler, who had a thick beard and was about fifty years old, had always been bold and treacherous, and when he saw that the momentum was not good, he slammed open the iron door, pulled his legs and fled.

The poor ghost pointed to the door unhurriedly, and the door that had been opened half a foot suddenly closed automatically with a strong wind, clamping the gambler's head tightly, and clamping it tighter and tighter, as if there were two machines squeezing into the middle, and the two eyeballs squeezed out of the orbit and flew out, and after going around in a circle, they flew back into the room, and the blood fell on the mahjong machine, dripping and spinning.

"Do you want to run? What you do can't be seen, but can't we ghosts? Uncle Ben can tell all your stories just by looking at you—"

The poor dead man was a little proud, and let the iron door open, and then let the two gamblers, whose eyes were bleeding, retreat into the room, and their feet floated off the ground in the void.

"You brute love to gamble since childhood, when you were in middle school, you cheated and gambled all your parents' hard-earned savings, you still love to gamble when you get home, you still love to gamble when you split up, you can gamble without a piece of tiles, there is no place to stand down, and you almost starved to death.

"Your brother cares about you with his brotherhood, and from time to time lets you into the house for a full meal, and from time to time gives you some rice, bacon, and eggs, but you are not as good as a pig or a dog, and you are a wolf-hearted dog, and you do some dirty things under the cover of an honest and pitiful appearance.

"Your brother is out driving, earning money to support the family, but you are messing around with your sister-in-law at home, doing dirty things that ghosts are ashamed to do.

"That's fine, when you're strong in blood and don't have strong self-control. However, your brother overturned and was seriously injured and went to the hospital, but you took advantage of the absence of the doctor to pull out the oxygen delivery tube, so that your own brother died of lack of oxygen, and then connected it again, which is a murder that has lost all conscience.

"After your brother died, the insurance company paid 180,000 yuan and the hospital paid 50,000 yuan, a total of not a small amount of compensation.

"Well, it's logical, you rubbed your sister-in-law with developed limbs and a simple mind, and when you had no place to go, you got a new home, a plump woman, and a coveted gambling money.

"With the money, with the bloody money that your brother's life was exchanged, not only did you not repent, but not only did you not live a good life - you raised the two daughters left by your brother well, and with your fists at home, you took the money as your own, and started a new squandering with pride.

"You think you do these things seamlessly, you think you can deceive many, many people if you can speak well, you think you do it without knowing it.

"It's a pity, you underestimate gods and people, the last thing you should underestimate is ghosts - ghosts can see your past and future at a glance, and they will do something that God is impatient to do, and people are not capable of doing it, and it will make you unpeaceful for the rest of your life.

"You have enjoyed the blessings for a long time, you have taken a lot of ill-gotten gains, and your free days should be over!"

The hovering gambler grew out of his mouth in horror, then closed it again, and died of grief like his brother had been deprived of oxygen, and his body fell to the ground with a thud.

The poor ghost easily dealt with the two gamblers, whistled, and was about to deal with the other gamblers one by one, when a sudden "oh-oh-oh" under a gaming table wanted to sound a string of rooster crows, and he panicked, and fled from the casino.