C263 gambling life force

I sat in the duty room and listened to Hu Dali's nonsense. Later on, I realized that the world in the eyes of normal people was different from the world in the eyes of idiots. My demands of Hu Dali are too high.

Thus, I asked patiently, "Are you saying that after he took over your body, he didn't immediately leave and instead sat down to continue playing cards?"

Hu Dali replied, "Yes. He's a good card player. You know what? There was neither Wang nor Er. "He …"

I waved my hand and told him, "He stole your body, but he didn't immediately escape. Instead, he just leisurely sat there and played cards. Don't you think that's strange?"

Hu Dali said: "Hmm, maybe he is addicted to playing cards."

I gently shook my head, thinking: Uncle Tang is not Hu Dali, he wouldn't be so heartless, so careless. There must be a deep reason behind his actions.

Suddenly, a thought struck me and I asked Hu Dali: "When you're playing Landlord, did you place a bet?"

Hu Dali said, "Go on. Whoever loses can help wash other people's clothes. I lost a few rounds, and I had to wash all the stinky socks in a dorm room. It worries me. Fortunately, my physical body was taken away by someone else. This is great, I don't need to work anymore. "

I looked at Hu Dali, who had a face full of joy, and couldn't help but want to punch him in the head to open his eyes.

Hu Dali immediately followed: "But then that surnamed Tang even helped me win them all back. After he won, he said that washing his socks was boring and that he wanted to bet on something that belonged to a man. "

I felt a dull ache in my crotch. I asked Hu Dali, "About that … Uncle Tang didn't lose to you, right? "

Hu Dali said: "I lost one time, but I won them all."

I felt a little sad for him and said, "Even if we win all the later, it won't be of any use."

Hu Dali said: "How is it useless? Just wrap the wound in paper. It will stop bleeding after a while. "

Puzzled, I asked, "Is it that easy to stop a bleeding?" How did I hear... "Wait a minute, what's the man you're betting on?"

Hu Dali extended a finger and said, "Blood. Cut whoever loses. "The Tang guy said that if you're a man, you'll bleed."

I scratched my head. "So it's blood."

Hu Dali said: "That's right, if not what did you think it was? Ma Ke cut a few times, and each of his ten fingers were injured. "

"Fingertip blood?" I asked.

Hu Dali nodded: "Mn, blood on the fingertip."

I understood immediately that it was the blood from my fingertip. The blood in this place is definitely not as simple as the bet. I've seen too many ghosts use the blood on their fingertips to harm people.

I asked Hu Chujiu: "Has there been any change after Ma Ke and the rest lost?"

Hu Dali said: "It's too much, these people are too impatient to lose. I saw that Ma Ke's hair had turned white from anxiousness.

I muttered, "So it's a sign of life."

Hu Dali asked in bewilderment, "What?"

I patted his shoulder. "Do you know where Tang is now?" We have to get back what he won. "

Hu Dali was actually a little unwilling, and said softly: "If we admit defeat, we have lost, if we were to take the thing back, how can we keep our mouths open?"

I helplessly said, "You're really loyal. We should at least get your body back."

Hu Dali thought for a while and said: "That's true. This old man's corpse is too old, and I don't like it either. "

I asked Hu Dali, "Do you know where he took your body?"

Hu Dali scratched his head and said: "Just now, I had a dream that he would buy things in the canteen. "Hmm …" I don't know if it's a dream or not, but somehow, I somehow saw him. "

I pressed him. "Can you see it now?"

Hu Dali shook his head: "Not now."

In fact, I guessed it, not long ago, when Hu Dali left his physical body, he had some sort of connection with my own body. As time passed, the connection became fainter and fainter.

I looked around the duty room, took out a pen and paper and said to Hu Dali: "Quickly draw it, where is the small shop?"

Hu Dali acknowledged his and sat down to begin drawing.

Under normal circumstances, people with a short brain usually have a special ability. For example, Hu Dali, he knew how to draw without a teacher.

I waited restlessly in the duty room for fifteen minutes, while Hu Dali slowly drew. I anxiously asked, "Is it done?"

Hu Dali vaguely said: "Soon, soon."

I couldn't wait. I looked closer and saw that he had drawn only a face, and was drawing the eyebrows very carefully.

I said, "Big Force, you just need to draw the location of the canteen. Why are you drawing this face?"

Hu Dali scratched his head, and just as he was about to draw again, I was suddenly stunned and grabbed the paper. Because I know the face.

At Grandpa Gu's stall, there were four old men playing cards. This face belonged to one of the old men.

I said to Hu Dali, "There's no need to draw, I know where the small shop is now."

I anxiously brought Hu Dali and was about to leave when the person who fainted at the door woke up. He shook his head and looked nervously at the two of us.

Hu Dali passionately walked over and patted his shoulder: Brother, do you want me to pull you up?

The person looked at Hu Dali, then rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Hu Dali scratched his head, and muttered: "I heard that the people in the city are bad, as expected, they are very bad."

I curiously asked, "What's wrong?"

Hu Dali said: "Isn't he lying on the ground trying to bluff me? Hmph hmph, bullying me just because you see me as an idiot? There's no one at the door, so let's hurry up and leave. "

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry as I brought Hu Dali out of the funeral parlor.

The last time I came to the funeral home, I remember it was full of ghostly wails and chilly winds. But this time it was much better. From the looks of it, with Hu Dali the idiot, even the grudges would not cause trouble.

Other than the funeral parlour, Hu Dali and I strode towards Grandpa Gu's small shop. We were about to stop when a blinding white light flashed at us from a distance, followed by the roar of an engine.

I jumped in fright. I thought someone was going to hit us, so I quickly dodged to the side.

There was a screech of brakes, and a taxi pulled up almost close to us. Then the window rolled down and someone shouted to us, "You two, it's snowy and slippery. "You guys walk on the road, that's meat bag iron, take my car, that's meat bag, do you want to …"

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly fell silent. When I looked carefully, I was also amused. Wasn't this driver the same one from before? What a coincidence, I bumped into it again.

The driver looked at me bitterly, and I opened the door and got in. Hu Dali was also unwilling to be left behind, as he followed closely behind me.

The driver grinned, his smile even uglier than crying. "Bro, where are you going?"

I said, "There's a textile mill here, you know? It's already gone out of business. "

The driver acknowledged, "I do know, but it's not near here."

I said, "Yeah. If it's near, why would we ride in a car? "

The driver sighed, "First time, second time. We can be considered friends. Then I won't charge money for this trip."

I said, "Sure."

The driver stepped on the accelerator and left. On the way, he would occasionally press his phone.

I said to the driver, "Master, don't look at your phone while you're driving. It's too dangerous."

The driver, who was good at accepting criticism, nodded at me and said, "Well, that makes sense. You're right." Then he put the phone down.

In the distance, I could already see the factory. Then the driver stopped the car.

Puzzled, I asked, "Isn't there a section up ahead?"

The driver said coldly, "Let's leave it at that." Then he pushed the door open and left.

Hu Dali and I got out of the car for some unknown reason. Only then did we notice that there were about 20 taxis in the vicinity. Every taxi driver was looking at us with an unfriendly expression.

The driver said to me, "Bro, you're amazing. In this Cypress City, I have always been the only one to slaughter people, and never heard of others killing me. You got a lot of money from me last time, right? A dollar for a slap. "Count it yourself."

Hu Dali curiously asked: Who will slap who?

The driver became a little angry. "Of course I hit you."

Hu Dali said, "Oh, I'm going to hit you."

The driver spat, "Are you f * * king playing dumb? I'll hit you. "

He walked over and was just about to give Hu Dali a slap. Unexpectedly, before Hu Dali could even get close to him, he fell onto the ground with a thump.

I jumped, and the driver jumped. I squatted down and asked, "Big Force, are you okay?"

The driver sneered, "Playing dead? Get up. "

He bent down and tried to pick Hu Dali up, but who knew that he would forcefully open his buttons. The mark on his neck was clearly visible.

The driver was also shocked. He reached out his hand to check Hu Dali's nose, then probed his face again. After that, he screamed and quickly escaped.

When the nearby drivers saw that someone had died, they too scattered, not even bothering with the car.

Suddenly we were alone on the road.

Hu Dali suddenly opened his eyes and smirked at me.

Relieved, I said, "I was scared to death. I thought something had happened to you."

Hu Dali crawled up and said: "What can happen to me? I learned this from the people of the city. "What's so difficult about that?"

Then he searched all the taxis. Take all the keys in the wallet that can be taken away.

I bitterly smiled and said, "You're too evil."

Hu Dali said, "They're the ones who are wrong. A dollar for a slap, that would turn us into two pig heads. I'm teaching them a lesson. "

Sometimes, I really don't know if Hu Dali is really stupid or just faking it.

I pointed to the small shop in front and said to Hu Dali: "Look, the place that Uncle Tang is here to buy, is it here?"

Hu Dali looked at it, and nodded with all his might: "That's right, it's here."