Wang Yiyuan will tell you that he played mahjong for several hours with three strangers who came up to chat with him out of nowhere, and then suddenly woke up.
Who am I, where am I, what do I want to do? Who are they? Why do we play mahjong together?
Mahjong, the quintessence of Chinese culture, is one of the greatest inventions of the Chinese. It is not only useful for thinking, but also helps humans waste their long lives. It is also an important tool for enhancing mutual relations.
Well...except for losing the red eye.
This book hereby solemnly declares that rejecting gambling starts with me.
While Wang Yiyuan doubted himself, he skillfully numbered the cards again.
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What am I doing? My hands! I can’t remember how many times I’m sending!? I’m playing an action RPG?! Why am I playing mahjong here!
It's not like I lost much money. In a game that only costs a copper, after a few hours, my winnings and losses are not as good as the tea and cross talk that Wang Yiyuan himself ordered at the teahouse.
Moreover, although the three people on the opposite side are keen on mahjong, their skills are terrible.
This is probably the kind of player that is affected by the Bird Saint series. Every time they draw a card, they have to rub it vigorously, as if they can immediately spit out the next second.
Wang Yiyuan, as a rookie who was at home during the Chinese New Year and was not qualified to participate in the annual family bird god competition, today finally experienced the loneliness of his grandma, who is an evergreen tree in the Wang family bird world and has been the Wang family bird god for ten years.
Melancholy.
We only deal with big names, and we don’t even bother with anything below.
It's very spiritual.
"I said, you go to "Wushuang" just to play mahjong? Three cakes! For example, bring water to Uncle Wang next door and help Aunt Liu cross the street? If not, you can just collect protection fees from the street."
"Bang! Dongfeng! Amitabha is so kind. Donor, your thoughts are very dangerous."
"White board! The abbot taught us how to practice..."
Suddenly, a big man at the door of the teahouse opened the door in a panic and rushed in. It was the mahjong player who was missing one or four of the three pieces.
"Run, run! The host uncle has personally led the team to the Internet cafe!"
The three people almost stopped on the spot. One of them still had a mahjong ball in his hand, and his figure gradually faded into a shadow, and he actually went offline on the spot.
Uncle host? Internet cafe?
There are too many elements, I don’t know where to complain...
Suddenly, the guy whose hand was still holding the mahjong ball solidified and picked up the whiteboard he had just played.
"Seven pairs! What a fool! Brothers are playing mahjong well! Add a friend and let's continue the duel until dawn tomorrow. Let's go!" Then he turned into a ghost again and went offline.
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Scratching your head.
System prompt: "Player Ximen Yaoji requested to add your friend."
Additional message: "Brother, let's continue the decisive battle until dawn tomorrow!"
oh.
Click to reject.
You're crazy! Who wants to fight with you until dawn?
I'd better hurry up, I've waited so long that the flowers have faded.
After settling the bill at the teahouse, cross talk, tea and box fee, the total was two cents. After deducting these, the net income tonight totaled 63 cents. According to the current gold price on 5173, I made about 12 cents.
...So I am indeed sick.
There is a day and night setting in "Wushuang". Of course, it is impossible to operate it according to realistic proportions. Otherwise, working people like Wang Yiyuan would see endless darkness.
The game will switch between day and night every six hours, and some tasks or plots can only be completed or triggered at night.
It's 10:15 in real time, and it's the dead of night in the game.
We can no longer indulge in salted fish.
Wang Yiyuan was walking on the street ready to try his luck to see if there was any plot that could be triggered.
Yingchuan, like most cities of this era, has a curfew at night, NPCs close their doors early, and there are only a few teams of soldiers patrolling the streets.
Occasionally some snitches will spawn at night, and there is a certain probability that they will drop some valuable property, which can be handed over to the government in exchange for fame or sold for money yourself.
Before the Yellow Turban Uprising broke out, this was the only way Wang Yiyuan could continue to increase his fame.
...Well, it's not so quiet in the dead of night, and the rooftops are full of players trying to catch thieves.
During the curfew, wandering around on the streets is illegal and will be punished by the laws of the Han Empire. The patrolling soldiers don’t care whether you are catching a thief or a thief. Once you are caught and captured on the spot, you will directly face half an hour in jail.
disaster.
So taking the rooftop route has become the best option.
"Over there, the roof of Tiantianju has been painted twice!" On the roof, a player with the [Lu Bu-Gui Shen Wushuang] skin suddenly shouted, and the flame-like special effects of the skin shone in the dark night.
"There there!"
"Work separately and don't let the monster escape! As always, whoever gets it gets it!"
Because the snitch comes with its own night-walking protective color, and has the characteristic of running away without looking back after being discovered, once players hold each other back, there is basically no possibility of killing them, so there is an unwritten rule for playing the snitch.
It's okay to make an agreement to grab monsters, but it's not okay to cause trouble.
A group of people made scratching sounds like a wet market, and some characters with krypton skin suits also exuded the shining special effects of buling buling, while tiptoeing towards the place where the snitch spawned.
On the road less than three feet away, a group of patrolling soldiers seemed to be unable to hear the decibels of noise pollution and the light and shadow effects in the sky, and walked straight past.
On the other side, Wang Yiyuan also wanted to try his luck, but accidentally stepped on a tile.
The patrol dozens of meters away suddenly stopped, raised their weapons and put on a defensive look, and slowly walked towards Wang Yiyuan's direction.
This is how the game is set up. No matter how loud you shout, the NPC patrol will pretend that nothing happened, but as long as you step on the tiles, I will find you.
The conduction speed of sound in a stationary medium is higher than the speed in the air. My favorite "Wushuang" is so scientific and rigorous.
At this time, the most correct thing to do is to find a shaded place to hide. If they are not discovered by the patrol in about a minute, they will leave on their own. Wang Yiyuan calmly walked to the side quietly.
He moved a few steps sideways and hid directly in the shadow under an attic.
The patrol has arrived, led by a leader in armor, holding a torch and looking at the suspicious-looking roof with sinister eyes.
Brother, look over there!
There's a fight on the roof of the restaurant over there!
Someone is gathering a crowd to fight!
No wonder I, a big man, am going to die.
Wang Yiyuan squatted under the window sill, braving his waist and muttering wildly.
It seemed that nothing suspicious was found. In the end, the leader of the patrol waved his hand and finally left with the team.
Wang Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and stood up while holding on to the window edge.
"Wushuang" is a very scientific game. Things like snitches do not appear out of thin air. They must crawl out of the window.
The window suddenly opened, and a masked head poked out, almost hitting Wang Yiyuan.
The two stared at each other, and the situation was very awkward for a time.
Just when Wang Yiyuan was about to say something to ease the awkward atmosphere, he saw the snitch pull out a curved knife from his back, and slashed at Wang Yiyuan with just one word... He didn't agree with him at all!
Damn it? Is this snitch so violent?
Wang Yiyuan quickly dodged sideways, took out his long knife and was about to fight back, but saw the arc knife passing over his body and slashing directly on the roof.