I sat up, looked at the old man, and said to him, "Do you have any rules here?"
The old man looked at me and laughed, and then said: "There are no rules. You just need to play a few games here."
As the old man spoke, he shook the wooden cup in his hand.
"You come here to gamble, and you are willing to accept defeat. If you lose, you will stay here for ten years. Including me, there are seven people in this damn place. We have lived here for almost eighty years.
That grandma comes here once every ten years, wins us all over again, and continues to trap us here and support this village."
When I heard the old man's words, my heart moved, and I had already guessed the reason why my grandma asked me to come here.
This old man, and the "people" he calls, live in this weird space, and that weird space relies on them for support.
They are the roots of Niujia Village. As long as they leave, Niujia Village will disappear completely.
So for the sake of the stability of Niujia Village, the mother-in-law comes here every ten years, and then uses her gambling skills to win them, trapping them here forever.
But now, that mother-in-law is about to die, so no one can suppress these existences, so they let me come over.
Does she want me to win over these people?
I think it's a little funny, because I don't know how to bet at all. That grandma must have seen the wrong person!
"What do you want to bet on?"
As the old man spoke, he took out a stack of Ming coins and placed them on the table.
I was stunned for a moment and said: "Didn't I say whoever loses will stay here? Why are there other bets?"
After hearing what I said, the old man grinned, and then said: "This hasn't really started yet, let's make a small fortune first, a small bet, a small bet."
Looking at this old guy, I couldn't help but laugh. This guy must have been a bad gambler when he was alive.
I glanced at the Ming coins in front of him, and then said: "Sorry, I came here in a hurry and didn't bring the Ming coins. How can I bet?"
He looked at me and smiled, and said: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, just bet whatever you have on me."
I thought about it for a moment, then took out the Yin Division's head-catching token and placed it on the table.
When he saw the token, the old man's eyes lit up. He picked it up, looked at it, and said excitedly: "This is the Yin Division's head-catching token. It's actually a head-catching token. This is a good thing."
"Is this okay?" I looked at the old man and asked him.
The old man laughed cheerfully, put the token in front of me, and said, "Okay, okay, of course, let's get started."
As he spoke, he picked up the dice on the table with his hands and put them into the wooden cup.
The next moment, he began to shake his arm, moving faster and faster. In a moment, the arm turned into an afterimage.
After about a few minutes, the old man slammed the cup on the table, and then said: "Simple and direct, guess the size, do you bet big or small?"
I glanced at the old man. This guy has been gambling all his life. He is a real gambler. I have never played this game at all. How can I beat him?
However, it seems a bit embarrassing to give up when I first started playing.
I stared at the old man, pretending to be thoughtful and looking at the cup in his hand.
"Boy, don't think about it. Gambling depends on luck. Old man, no matter whether I am alive or dead, I have never cheated when gambling with others. It only depends on luck. Come on, do you want to bet big or small?"
The old man stared at me, his face full of excitement, looking like a standard gambler.
I straightened up and decided not to act with him anymore.
You can’t make a fortune by gambling. Only ghosts can believe this kind of gambling. I’m not a ghost, so of course I don’t believe it.
So I know that no matter whether I press the big one or the small one, I will always lose.
So I'm too lazy to play these tricks with him.
"Okay, no more playing, I will eat them all no matter how big or small they are." I said to the old man with a smile.
Hearing what I said, the old man was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand and said, "Do you know how to gamble? There is no such thing as big or small taking it all."
"I said so." I was too lazy to explain to this old guy.
"What do you want to do!"
Now the old man finally realized something was wrong and looked at me with a livid face.
I smiled. I wasn't interested in gambling, so I had no idea of betting with him.
I slapped the table with my hand, and the table was immediately shattered into pieces by me.
At this time, Xiaobai punched the old man.
The old man looked at Xiaobai, with a hint of anger flashing in his eyes, and said coldly: "Huh, it's just a little zombie. How dare you make trouble here? I really thought you were alive!"
Hearing his words, Xiaobai stopped, then looked at me, his eyes were strange, and he suppressed a smile.
I looked at this old guy and felt a little speechless. I thought to myself, this guy's mouth must have been opened. If he knew that he guessed right, would he have his mouth sewn shut from now on?
Xiaobai, who was suppressing a smile, raised his fist and struck forward again.
The old man looked at the menacing Xiaobai, snorted coldly, turned his palm, and a black talisman appeared in his hand.
He shook the talisman paper, held it between two fingers, and threw it towards Xiao Bai.
The black talisman flew towards Xiaobai's face.
Xiaobai snorted coldly, looking at the talisman paper, a bright yellow luster flashed in his eyes.
The next moment, the talisman caught fire before it came to her, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a ball of ashes and fell to the ground.
The old man stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes, almost in disbelief.
The other party is a zombie. How could he break his own talisman? Could it be that this zombie also learned the spell?
Seeing Xiaobai's fist getting closer and closer, the old man finally knew that the situation was not good, and he tried to escape in a flash.
But unfortunately, it was already too late, Xiaobai's fist had already arrived in front of him.
"boom!"
With a muffled sound, the poor old man was punched by Xiaobai and flew out.
Although he has no body now and is just a ghost of the dead, Xiaobai is not an ordinary zombie. The evil energy on his body is very terrifying and can cause considerable harm to these evil creatures.
The old man who fell on the ground got up again. His thin body was a little distorted by Xiaobai's punch. It took him a long time to regain his original appearance.
He looked at Xiaobai in shock and said loudly: "That's not right, why are you zombies different from ordinary zombies? What are you from?"
