I opened the door open a crack, and I choked on the musty smell that had been building up for years.

What surprised me was that Zhao Daxing's home was actually a two-story duplex building.

Everywhere in the house was earthy yellow wooden furniture, and when I got closer, I saw that all kinds of furniture were covered with cracks of various sizes.

Only solid wood shows signs of cracking in the north.

Although the room full of furniture is outdated, it can still be seen that it is expensive.

This Zhao Daxing is weird and interesting, making such a big battle in a shantytown?

I turned around and closed the door and walked around.

The living room and bedroom are nothing unusual, and in the dining room on the first floor, there are still dishes and chopsticks.

The food in it has long been rotten, but it also confirms what the aunt downstairs said.

They did disappear very suddenly, otherwise there would be no dishes and chopsticks on the table.

At a cursory glance, the house is at least about 200 square meters.

I'm the only one in such a large space, and if there is a problem, I can easily be attacked by the enemy.

If it had been in the past, I might have put the child and mother charms in several directions, and there would have been a correspondence between each other.

Now, however, I have only one way to do it – to use myself as bait.

The idea came to me and made me laugh.

He used to be a Taoist priest, but now he wants to appear as a prey.

The master bedroom on the second floor has a great view of almost half of the house.

I didn't think much of it, shook off the floating ash on the bed, and lay down on it.

I took a deep breath and hoped that the mysterious power in my body would really work.

Don't throw your life here.

In the evening, the sleepiness gradually set in.

Just right, sleep!

I don't know how long I slept, but the sound of footsteps suddenly came to my ears.

The night was so quiet that the location of the sound could be discerned almost instantaneously.

It's downstairs.

"Whoa!"

It was as if something had fallen, and a crisp sound came from downstairs.

The nerves in my head immediately tensed.

Mahjong!

It seems that those rumors are not necessarily false.

I cautiously leaned against the window and looked down through the crack in the window.

In the middle of the living room, a man sat upright.

It was cloudy outside, and there were no lights downstairs, so I could only vaguely see my back.

"Whoa, whoa......"

This person was playing Tai Chi, making the mahjong on the table rattle.

"Ding Ding Ding ......"

At this moment, the wind chimes behind me suddenly rang.

A slightly ethereal voice came up from downstairs.

"It's all here, don't you play for a while?"

The one who spoke was the man downstairs.

Eighty percent, this is the main master, Zhao Daxing!

It's good that I don't have to worry upstairs.

"Papapa......

I walked downstairs and sat down directly across from him.

At this time, I saw that he was wearing an extremely long cloak, which covered his head and his feet below.

I was just a table away from him, and I couldn't tell what he looked like.

I pretended to be calm and asked, "It's just two people, how do you play?"

"Building blocks, will you?"

The man in black picked up a mahjong tile and gently buckled it on the table.

"Follow this up, whoever falls, loses."

I looked at him intently, knowing it was a big gamble.

If you lose, I'm afraid you'll have to explain it here.

"Dadada......"

There was no light in the living room, and the whole room was shrouded in inky blue, and the only sound of mahjong colliding in the room remained.

He was very fast, and in a few minutes, the mahjong in front of him had covered half of his face.

"If you really dare to play, aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid?"

I picked up the mahjong and gently put it up, and the mahjong on the table collapsed instantly.

After such a stunned effort, the tablecloth quickly pulled back, and the man in black lifted the tablecloth and slammed it towards me.

The solid mahjong smashed like hail on my head, and the huge tablecloth fell from my head.

I barely had time to react, and was completely wrapped in the tablecloth.

As soon as I raised my hand, I ripped off the tablecloth, and a single hand was already slamming it on my head.

"Bang!"

The strength of this palm was very dull, and it shook me back again and again.

At the same time, a loud shout rang out from the other side: "Go!"

I shook my head vigorously, and a yellow spell fluttered down in front of my eyes.

Spell?

The ghost wants to use a charm to suppress the Taoist priest?

Fuck, kidding me?