Chapter 61 - Mahjong

As his consciousness drifts away, Luo's ability to maintain his human form is slowly being lost.

 

The original size of Xiao Lan's familiar adult man began to be untenable, gradually retreating into a black shadow. Because of the instability of the power, the shadow is still changing, switching between several forms.

 

It ends with Xiao Lan in his familiar black cat form.

 

But a more wildly uninhibited version of the soul-painter.

 

Looking at the large black cat in front of him, whose four legs were not at the same length, Xiao Lan reached out and poked his furry head, which was still square, this time with a more abstract artistic feel than the previous one.

 

But at least it didn't turn into a black puddle, which made Xiao Lan's job a lot less difficult, which was a relief.

 

Xiao Lan reaches out and tries to pick the black cat up.

 

But Luo's body is now as soft as dough.

 

The hand that he was dragging the black cat by the neck seemed to be exerting a little too much force, and it lifted the entire cat's head straight up, ripping a neck roughly half a metre long between the head and the body, adding a touch of magic to the already very soulful image, as if it were some kind of rumoured stream of water monsters.

 

Xiao Lan's mouth twitches:" Luo, you're not very good at this quality ......"

 

Xiao Lan hurriedly tucked Luo's neck back into place and put his head back in place.

 

At this point one has to wonder at the strength of the non-humans, who are still alive after such a haphazard operation.

 

Looking at the puddle of cats on the floor, Xiao Lan was lost in thought.

 

Originally he was going to carry the cat directly, but now it seems impossible, this size is too big to carry in his pocket, and there is no way to tuck it into his summer clothes with less clothing ......

 

A few moments later, Xiao Lan had an idea.

 

He searched the clutter in this room and finally found a roll of cloth of unknown origin. He tried to wrap the puddle of black cat in a wrap and bolted it to his back, and to his surprise it actually worked.

 

It looked as if a relative in farming had visited your house for New Year's Eve and brought you a small, home-grown pig as a New Year's gift, full of the joy of a good harvest.

 

Apart from being a bit spicy.

 

However, the pragmatist Xiao Lan doesn't mind if the image is aesthetically pleasing, and with Luo on his back, he pushes the door open and heads for the next room.

 

--

 

Xiao Lan navigates his way through the maze of rooms.

 

Each room has a different layout, and it looks as if many homes have been disorganised and rubbed together. One room may be a solid Chinese living room, the next a middle-aged teenager's room plastered with posters, and the next turn a dirty, cramped toilet.

 

The only thing in common is that the doors connecting these rooms are all the same, all old-fashioned iron gates with patches of paint falling off.

 

Xiao Lan had just put her hand on the door handle and was about to open the door when she heard footsteps outside the door.

 

He then expertly opened the door to the room next to him and hid.

 

The next instant, he saw through the doorway that he had intended to open open from the other direction, and inside stepped out, the human form that had previously appeared to be missing.

 

Xiao Lan held his breath, minimised his presence and continued to watch them.

 

They walked with the same limp as before, their perfunctory styled eyes darting around the room for a while, not noticing that there was a man hiding a door away.

 

These figures also wandered around some of the rooms, not knowing whether they were looking for something or simply walking around.

 

After a few moments, the humanoids did not notice anything unusual and opened another door and continued limping away.

 

Xiao Lan had been moving on in this way for quite some time, skilfully avoiding these dangers along the way. But at this point none of the rooms could be seen out of the window, and the clocks in each room were completely different, so it was difficult for him to tell how long it would be before the fourth day had passed.

 

He emerged from his hiding place and continued on his way.

 

As he pushed open who knows how many doors, finally, something different appeared in front of him.

 

It was a solid black door, unusually tall, without a trace of superfluous decoration on it other than black, and heavy and oppressive in appearance.

 

It's almost as if it's already plainly telling you, come on, push open the door and come in.

 

Xiao Lan also understands that this is the next stage of the game, I'm afraid.

 

--

 

He reached out and pushed open the closed black door.

 

But I didn't realize that behind the door was a ...... mahjong room.

 

The walls surrounding the mahjong room are lined with doors, and it seems that many more paths lead to it.

 

Xiao Lan was a bit confused, how could there be a mahjong tournament mixed in with the levels of this game?

 

Isn't that a bit too casual?

 

Three faceless figures sat at the table, with more delicate limbs and body types than the human forms they had seen before, two men and one woman from the way they were dressed. A somewhat less-than-perfect incandescent lamp hung in the room, swaying slightly and casting erratic patches of light, such that it did not bring much warmth to the room.

 

The table in their midst is set up with a yard of mahjong, and at the sound of the door opening, the "men" turn their heads in the direction of Xiao Lan.

 

It seems a little too late to try to exit at this point.

 

Seeing that Xiao Lan had not yet approached, the three men without five senses raised their hands and waved towards him with a slow and stiff frequency, an obvious gesture calling him to come quickly.

 

Although I don't know what they are selling in the gourd, the most important thing is to be calm.

 

Xiao Lan, carrying his little scented pig on his back, is not shy about going forward.

 

When Xiao Lan came forward, the only woman in the trio made a "please" gesture to him, indicating the only empty seat. Xiao Lan sat down and they began to play mahjong skillfully, as if they were really going to play.

 

Xiao Lan, on the other hand, relaxed and joined the game in a low profile.

 

After a clattering shuffle, the game soon began, and as the three opposite had no five senses, the game proceeded in silence, with only the crisp clanging of the mahjong as it clashed.

 

All three figures are very good at tiles and look like old partners who have been indulging in mahjong all day. They work extremely well together and have a vaguely competitive stance against Xiao Lan, very uncompetitive.

 

Xiao Lan's mind was made up. Since you've been so sincere in your provocation, I'll show you a card trick that will make all the neighbourhood mothers tremble in fear and will be number one on the list of those who don't want to play cards together!

 

Less than three minutes.

 

"Self-drawn, ace." Xiao Lan pushed down the cards in front of him, announcing the end of the round.

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The humanoids were silent as they threw their chips to Xiao Lan.

 

"Dragon Seven is right."

 

The humanoids were a little hesitant in throwing out their chips.

 

"Clear."

 

The humanoids' hands trembled slightly.

 

"Tianhu XIII."

 

Over the next few games, Xiao Lan, a guy so arrogant that one almost wonders if he's cheating.

 

The chips in front of several of the figures quickly bottomed out, and their faces without five features looked grim, as if they wanted to grow them to give Xiao Lan a scowl, or better yet, a hard bite.

 

Xiao Lan was smiling as he gathered up the mountain of chips in front of him when the system prompt, which had been silent until then, popped up.

 

" Xiao Lan addicted to gambling, not a qualified poor person, poverty value reduced by 8.88 million "

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Suddenly the chips in front of me were hot and it looked like I was going to have to win the hand to get past these three, but winning would deduct the poverty value.

 

Xiao Lan pondered over this and it seemed that, in the face of poverty values, an alternative pass was not unacceptable.

 

Unfortunately, he was trying to be a good peace-loving player.

 

He had to change his strategy, and as if suddenly possessed by the gods of poverty, Xiao Lan began to lose every hand, and soon all the chips he had won were gone.

 

"Lost in the world, Xiao Lan still back in the warm family of the poor, poverty value increased by 8.88 million"

 

[Poverty can't limit my imagination] It's a really strict skill.

 

In a new game, Xiao Lan has lost all his chips.

 

He looked warily at the three humanoids in front of him, preventing any attack they might launch at any moment, and was ready to take out [it was a dagger tainted with poison] from his storage space at any moment to answer the battle.

 

The woman opposite him suddenly threw a different chip at him than before, and although she didn't have a face, Xiao Lan always felt that if she did she would have had an impish smile on her face.

 

This chip is blood red in colour and appears to have a thick blood stain frozen on its surface that cannot be melted.

 

The moment the chips are received, a new prompt appears.

 

"Gaining a Blood Chip*1, the player's risk of death in the authorities game is increased by 5% (this item is only valid for this game)"

 

Before Xiao Lan could ponder, a new prompt followed.

 

"Obtained special prop, poverty value increased by 1 million (this increase is permanent)"

 

Xiao Lan's heart was instantly torn between money and life.

 

The risk of death is temporary, but the value of poverty is permanent.

 

This is a vivid illustration of what it means to be at risk of poverty. The poverty value of a blood fundraiser of $1 million is tempting, but the risk of death is very deadly.

 

Don't think 5% seems like a lot, but if you get more than 12, you are jumping across the death line repeatedly when his risk of death increases to more than 60%.

 

And it's possible to get 1 for an average game, and give him a dozen or two at a time in case the opposite side goes for a big hand.

 

Then he could perform what it means to die in place.

 

It's really hard to be a poor person ......

 

Xiao Lan took a deep breath and continued to join the hand, while secretly saying to himself that he couldn't have more than six blood chips and that a 30% risk of death was still within his reach.

 

No more than three games of cards can be played at the same time, and after three games, even if you don't reach six blood chips you will have to pull out. The more you take a chance, the higher the danger you face.

 

In the new hand, Xiao Lan was careful, counting the cards of the other three accurately and keeping the blood chips to two.

 

Next inning, get 1 blood chip.

 

Three million dollars in poverty is still very pleasant.

 

Good, just keep it to one or two in the last game as well.

 

Xiao Lan fiddled with the cards in his hand, while watching the movements of the other three. The woman opposite him clearly wanted a big hand, the man on his left seemed slow to get his cards together, while the man on his right was only one three card away from a hand, and it was only the simplest of vegetarian hands, which suited his needs perfectly.

 

Xiao Lan picks up three bars.

 

"Bang..."

 

A loud clanging sound, accompanied by the opening of a certain door and the rushing in of a group of human figures rang out, shaking even the floor for a moment.

 

Everyone at the card table turned their heads to see a group of randomly shaped human figures coming this way on seven hands and knees after a red-clad, dark-haired figure who was reaching out and weaving quickly through the crowd's attacks, but was having trouble getting out because there were so many of them.

 

The man in red looked up and it was Wu Ting.

 

He then also saw Xiao Lan playing mahjong with three inhuman beings: "Damn! You still have time to play mahjong in this situation!!!"

 

Xiao Lan looked torn: "...... The situation is complicated, not in the way you think anyway."

 

Wu Ting shrugged off the hand reaching behind him, "Now you can still fight?"

 

Xiao Lan shook his head, not going to continue, "It's over, let's go ...... ......"

 

His voice stuck, the three stripes were still in his hand, but because of the shock he had just had, one of his vertical cards had fallen over and been thrown in front of him.

 

70,000, which is exactly what the woman across the street needs.

 

Before he could explain that it was an accident, a handful of blood chips had been thrown in front of him without any reasoning.

 

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

 

Adding up to exactly 12 from the previous ones, Xiao Lan was delighted with a 60% risk of death and was given the opportunity to jump repeatedly across the edge of death.

 

Xiao Lan: Crap!!!

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