C17

I was sitting on the bench, surrounded by three old ghosts, and I was a little flustered.

I was suddenly puzzled. When I was alive, I was afraid of ghosts. Now that I was dead and had become a ghost, why should I be afraid of ghosts? Then I realized that what I was afraid of was not ghosts, but evil.

I faltered to change the subject. "Where is my body? Why can't I see it? "

I said, "It's too much trouble to play mahjong. Let's just make a guess. The stone shears are quick and simple. "

The old man chuckled. "That's something only children can play with."

I spread out my hands. "I don't know anything else." You don't like to play? "Then forget it, I'll be going back."

I got up to leave, but they held me back.

The old man coldly said, "Whatever you want to play with, we'll play with you." However, there was one thing that had to be said in advance. Even if it was child's play, there would be losses and wins. There is a saying on the gambling table, "If you are willing to bet, you must admit defeat."

I thought: How long has it been since you started gambling?

I asked the old man, "If I win, I'll write off the paper money. You guys can let me go, right?"

The old man nodded.

I asked, "And if I lose?"

The old man smiled benevolently. "We are all old, and our bodies are weak. We wish to borrow your heart and liver for use."

My heart sank. "What do you mean?"

The old man stood up slowly and said to me, "Let me show you something. Don't be afraid."

After that, he trembled as he tried to unbutton his shirt. He was wearing an old-fashioned longevity jacket with a row of buttons on it. After he undid it, his body could be seen.

As the old man explained, he sighed, "This unfilial son of mine, in order to save money, he put on a layer of clothes for me. It's raining on a cloudy day, freezing a person to death." "F * ck, when laozi was still alive, wasn't there a day when there were three or three layers between the two of them?"

Then, as the shroud was undone, I saw two rows of ribs. It really was a rib bone. His skin and flesh had already disappeared, and in the middle of his ribs, his spleen, lungs, and kidneys had completely disappeared. There was still half of his heart left, hanging there shakily like an apple that had been bitten.

The sight made me shudder. This was a skeleton with a head.

The other two old men had also taken off their clothes. Their situation was also very bad, with less than half of their internal organs remaining.

Suddenly, I was alarmed and hurriedly untied my clothes. Luckily, I was normal.

The old man said flatly, "You just died, don't worry." For people like us who have been dead for dozens of years and are unwilling to reincarnate, only when the dead insects eat the rats will we become like ghosts. "

I asked the old man, "According to what you've said, anyone who drags a ghost out of their reincarnation will be left in disarray?"

The old man chuckled, "They each have their own methods. We ordinary kids can only wait for death." Waiting for this bone to turn to dust, then we'll be scattered like a cloud of smoke. ""

I thought: What are you waiting for? Aren't you just trying to kill me?

I had an apologetic smile on my face as I said, "Then why don't you all go to your reincarnation?"

The old man suddenly said coldly, "Brat, aren't you talking too much? We can't bear to snatch your internal organs and play with you. Don't kick your nose in the face. "

When the old man got angry, I got a little scared. I hurriedly said, "Alright, then let's play with the stone scissors." One by one, as long as I defeat one of you, you will let me go, alright? "

The old man agreed. "If you lose, we'll take away one of your internal organs."

Fair and fair, I have no objection.

The old man and I were the first to start.

I got the stone, the old man got the cloth, and I lost.

The old man chuckled as his face revealed a greedy expression. He extended his hand, wanting to take away my internal organs. I took a step back.

The old man flew into a rage, his hair standing on end. "What do you mean? Doesn't that count? "

I quickly said, "It doesn't count, I mean. It was too scary. Why don't we guess first? After we're done, you guys can take my internal organs at once. He didn't want to win and take it, but if he lost, he would take it back. Six hands in my stomach, I can't take it. "

The old man looked at the other two, and they both nodded.

So we went on guessing. Then I lost two more times.

The three old men looked at me and rubbed their hands together, eager to try.

I braced myself and said, "There are 11 organs in total, right? I still have the money, let's play a few more times. "

The four old men suddenly became excited and took turns guessing with me.

Weird, I lost it all.

Guessing is a matter of luck, because you don't know what the other party is up to. Even if I'm blind, I should still win one or two times. How can I lose all of them?

There must be something strange going on. I vaguely felt that I had been set up by someone today.

The old man asked me, "Can we make a move now?"

Just as I was feeling annoyed, I heard him say this and I said a little unhappily, "Why have you always won? You guys are cheating. "

The old man cursed, "F * ck off! How can a guessing fist be a guessing fist?"

That stopped me.

The old man took a step forward, "Inner organs, are you going to give it or not?"

I took a step back. "I still have some skin, do you want it?"

The three of them nodded their heads like they were pounding garlic: "Yes, why not? However, the flesh is not as important as the organs, it can only be counted as one time. "

I nodded.

The old man extended his fist. "Shall we begin?"

I said, "Wait a minute, my luck is a bit bad. I'll take a break and move on."

The old man just sneered and ignored me.

I wandered around the neighborhood, muttering to myself, not knowing what the problem was.

I've heard people say that gambling in the graveyard is ten losses, because this place is too unlucky. But we are all ghosts, are we limited by this?

I was a little vexed. If I knew earlier, I would have played mahjong. After so many rounds, even if I can't win, I can still stall for time.

Suddenly, my eyes fell on the mahjong. It was like a flash of lightning in my head. I almost shouted, "You're cheating."

But in the nick of time, I held it back. It was useless for him to try to shed all pretense of cordiality with them. Thus, it was better for him to think carefully about how he could escape from here.

The mahjong table didn't move the cards on the table. They still looked the same as when I came. It seemed like they had only just played half of the game. However, what was unusual was that the cards were split into four. In other words, there were four of them playing mahjong.

There are only three ghosts standing in front of me. Where is the other one?

I thought of one possibility: the ghost might be with me.

Xia Xin told me before that the upper body of a ghost, to put it bluntly, is like a ghost controlling one's five senses, letting you see, hear, and think of something inexplicable.

Ghosts can affect not only the living, but also those who have just died. The newly dead had lost the protection of their physical bodies and had not adapted to their souls. It was as fragile as a turtle without its shell, so it was much easier to be controlled by ghosts.

I knocked my head. "When I was guessing, I hit the rock, I hit the scissors, I hit the cloth. Did I really think of it myself? Or was it influenced by the ghosts? "

I was walking around in circles when I heard the old man say impatiently, "Are you done?"

I smiled and said, "Alright, alright."

Then I quietly picked up a tile. The tile had been broken and the cut was as sharp as a knife.

I leaned over and hid in the shadows. Then I ran my fingers over my bones. One, two, three, four... Between the third and fourth ribs.

I took a deep breath and thought to myself, "I hope Xia Xin didn't lie to me. If she stabs this place, she'll be able to kill the possessed ghost."

I gritted my teeth and plunged in. A tearing pain almost made me cry out.

Stabbing yourself with a knife would be very painful, but it was at least as sharp as a knife. The tiles were different. They were jagged and jagged, like a saw. The pain was unbearable.

The old man urged me again. "Are you going to play or not?"

"Play, I'll play." I quickly said. His voice had changed because of the pain.

I threw the tiles away and walked over, clutching the wound. At that moment, I felt something leave my body, and my mind cleared up. It was as if he had been in the house for a long time and suddenly breathed in the fresh air outside.

I knew that the ghost must have been driven away by me.

I couldn't wait to shout out, "Rock scissor cloth!"

Then, I won.

The old man looked at me in disbelief. After a long while, he shouted, "Brat, you've cheated!"

I said, "How do you play with a rock shears?"

The old man could not answer.

We played a few more rounds, both winning and losing, but I won more and losing less. Very quickly, I redeemed myself.

I patted my body. My internal organs were still there, and I had won my freedom.

I said to the old man, "I'm willing to admit defeat. It seems that I have to leave now."

However, the three old men looked at each other and surrounded me in the center.

I forced myself to remain calm and said, "What? You don't mean what you say? "

The old man said, "You won. You could have left. But we can't let you go now. "

I gritted my teeth and calmly asked, "Why?"

I've already thought it through. If this old man is going to be shameless, then I can only fight to the end. No one is alive, and I am not afraid.

The old man glanced down and saw the wound on my ribs. "One of our brothers was killed by you, wasn't he? Even if your life is exchanged for your life, you still have to hand over your life. "

I was startled: they saw it.