In the luxurious private room, there is a faint atmosphere of yin and ghost.

At this moment, the old man with the big back slapped the cards on the table and opened his mouth very excitedly.

But that's not all, and in surprise, he still looks into the dark corners of the room.

and excitedly said:

"Over there, hurry up and light up the horse!"

As soon as this statement came out, two mahjong tiles were covered in the front left corner of the mahjong table.

"Bang" twice, one after another automatically bounced up and turned over.

What is shown is 10,000 and 3 cylinders.

Seeing these two cards, the whole person became even more excited.

"Hahaha, one or three are dealers.

Zhuang in the last game is Lao Ge.

Both horses were bought from you.

This is a cool flip, self-touching five, hahaha......"

The big back looks particularly excited.

A man was talking there.

I don't know how to play mahjong, what "bright horse", "one or three dealers" and other words, I didn't understand too much.

But it can be seen that this big-backed curator must have won money.

Moreover, it is also said that there are five.

In addition to him, there are obviously only three of them here.

As you can imagine, there are two invisible "gamblers" in this room.

The other three people at the table also smiled wryly when they saw this.

The old man of the Mediterranean was the first to speak:

"Curator Chu is so lucky! Draw five families with one color, and bring two dragons. ”

"But no, Curator Chu won everything we won!"

The old man with the goatee also spoke.

The rich old woman in the end also smiled:

"I am willing to lose the bet, Director Chu has taken such a big handful of cards, and everyone has just lost a year's yang life."

Hearing this, my brain exploded.

Subconsciously, he raised his eyes and looked at a few people at the table.

What they gambled on wasn't money?

Is it Yangshou?

Not only was I surprised, but Huang Mao, who was standing next to me, also had a similar expression to me.

Only Uncle Liu seemed relatively calm.

But the posture of the hand has not changed.

And the curator with his back to us said with a smile:

"If the old man doesn't win a few more times, he will lose to death.

Hurry up, one person for a year, sign it yourself. ”

After speaking, the curator of the big back head took out a black book directly from the small drawer in front of the mahjong machine.

That book looks a little familiar to me.

It is very similar to the black notebook used by Zhuangsha last month when he helped Zhuangsha handle the loan Yin Shou business.

As long as you write your name and birthday, you will have information such as yin and longevity.

It's magical.

Because the distance is not far, I can clearly see the three big red characters on the black book:

"Chu millennium".

The three poker players at the table, this is not nonsense.

From their card boxes, they took out a red pen.

They opened the black notebook separately and wrote a few words on it.

I can vaguely see that each of these three people has written their names, birthdays, birthdays, and words such as longevity and one year.

However, there are still some small prints, which are too far away to be read clearly.

When I saw it in my eyes, I was already shocked in my heart.

I guessed before that the curator of our museum might be a gambler.

But what he didn't expect was that he was not gambling with real money, not with the title deed, but with his life.

After the three of them signed, the curator of the big back did not take back the book.

It is still placed in the middle of the mahjong table.

However, the notebook automatically flipped a page.

Then, I saw a black handprint on a brand new page.

In the middle of the black handprint, there is also the words "one year".

Moreover, the notebook was flipped over twice, and two such black handprints appeared.

I frowned and watched the scene in front of me.

Even if I didn't open my eyes, I could tell.

It's not just the four people in front of you who are gambling in this room.

There are also ghosts that cannot be seen with the naked eye.

Otherwise, Huang Mao would not have such a surprised expression after entering the house.

It was only at this time that the curator with the big back took back the notebook on the table.

Said with a smile:

"Not bad, yes, finally got a big one!"

In the midst of joy, the old man with the goatee sighed:

"Director Chu, this time, let's stop here!"

"Director Chu, we've been fighting for three days and three nights in a row, it's almost over."

The old man of the Mediterranean also spoke.

Finally, the lady took out a small mirror and looked at it:

"Oops, I've spent all my makeup. Don't fight, don't fight. ”

When the curator heard this, he also sat down, raised his hand and stretched out:

"Okay, then we'll make an appointment next time!"

"Good, good!"

“……”

As he spoke, several people got up one after another, preparing to leave.

But at this time, I only felt gusts of wind blowing towards me one by one.

The door behind him opened automatically with a "clang".

I can't see it, but I know what that past wind is......

At the same time, the three people at the table got up and were ready to leave.

That old man with a Mediterranean and a goatee, nothing special.

Only, I found that the old woman was directly across from me.

After getting up, a yellow hairy tail seemed to stick out of the long skirt under him.

At least half an arm's length, the skirt was lifted a little.

But as soon as she took a step, the hairy tail shrank back directly.

When I tried to open my eyes again and look closely, there was no sign of it.

My expression changed suddenly, and I looked terrified.

Am I dazzled, did I see it wrong?

No, absolutely impossible.

I'm not short-sighted, and I don't have presbyopia, so how can I be wrong?

What I just saw is absolutely real.

That lady and old lady, I'm afraid nine times out of ten, is not a person.

But what that yellow furry tail was, I couldn't tell for a while.

Surprised.

The old man of the Mediterranean and the old man with a goatee had already greeted the curator of the big back and walked out.

Ignore the three of us standing in the room.

Just glanced at me and Huang Mao, and left directly.

And the lady and the old lady, after greeting the curator with a big back, stopped in front of me and Huang Mao.

Big eyes, looking at me and yellow hair.

With that kind smile.

If you look at it on the surface, this is a noble lady and an old lady, harmless to humans and animals.

But I found that the yellow hair around me was so nervous.

Looking at this noble lady and the old lady's eyes, he was obviously a little scared, and cold sweat beads appeared on his forehead.

Huang Mao must have seen something.

And I, too, have a little apprehension.

Because I just saw her big tail.

But this noble lady and old lady smiled kindly:

"Curator Chu, you two little boys are good. One has yin and yang eyes, and the other has a background. ”

After speaking, the eyes of this noble lady looked directly at the tiger claws hanging on my neck.

The moment I looked up, I saw that her bright black eyes had suddenly shrunk into a red vertical eye.

The eyes, blood-red and shiny, were straight into a slit.

How could this be the eyes of a man?

Clearly, they are the eyes of a beast......