"Boss, are we leaving just like this?"
Yingying was a little confused.
Because of her relationship with Zhou Ze, she doesn't need to go out of her way to flatter and curry favor with him like she does with the old Taoist priest and Lawyer An. She can just ask whatever she wants to ask, and just raise any questions she has.
Of course.
This kind of natural and pure feeling that comes from the heart is something that Lawyer An and the old Taoist priest can never learn.
Just think about the cute “嘤嘤嘤” expressions of those two guys, it’s so eye-catching.
"Let's go."
Zhou Ze seemed very calm.
"But this road may not be the way back."
Yingying moved a little closer to Zhou Ze. She knew that if she continued to move forward, she might encounter danger, so she had to stay closer to protect her boss.
"Um."
Zhou Ze responded and continued:
"I can't help it. I'm the guarantor."
Although he was not aware of it beforehand and took responsibility afterwards, even though that Lord of the Mansion, who was of unknown generation, did such a rude thing, no matter how many words were said,
He Zhou Ze
I really owe a huge favor to the Lord's lineage.
If there was no ghost certificate in the early days,
Zhou Ze had died countless times already, and it was impossible for him to have such a comfortable and carefree life away from the public.
Even if it's just because of this, helping someone pay off a debt, Boss Zhou can accept it.
Of course, it was impossible to ask him to contribute his lifespan or something like that. In fact, Zhou Ze also realized that the woman, or the one who looked like a woman, did not intend to take his lifespan. She went to such great lengths and cost to invite him here, it was more like finding external aid.
All right,
Whatever trick she was up to,
Is it to kill someone with a borrowed knife, or to drive the wolf to devour the tiger
Just continue on your own.
The person in Boss Zhou's body who doesn't believe in fate and is a typical chuunibyou sufferer;
But Boss Zhou is different. If believing in fate can make him comfortable, he doesn't mind believing in it.
so,
Only then would Boss Zhou let the Taoist priest lead people to develop a one-day tour of the city, and only then would he keep Lao Zhang by his side, constantly radiating the light of the incarnation of justice and enduring its dazzling brilliance.
Since I have written my own name as a guarantor,
Then take a look.
If it's just a joke, then treat it as a joke, but what if it's not a joke
In life, even if you have no expectations, you still have to create expectations for yourself, otherwise how boring would your life be
As for how Boss Zhou saw that there was something wrong with that woman, it was simple. There had always been a man in the house who was more handsome than the woman.
You've been watching him for two years.
If you can't even see through this trick of a man dressed as a woman, these two years have been wasted.
Stop, stop,
Zhou Ze raised his head and looked upward. There was a huge bronze mirror with a layer of frost on it. Zhou Ze remembered that there was no such mirror on the way here.
Yingying reached out and wiped the mirror.
In the mirror, an aerial view of the village was reflected.
In the snow, there is a desolate village. There seems to be not many people living in it. The only thing clearly visible seems to be an old man sitting at the entrance of the village, playing with three wooden cups in his hands.
“Clatter… clatter… clatter… clatter…”
The dice kept turning in the wooden cup, making crisp sounds.
The sound is very close.
Lower your head,
Zhou Ze saw that he was standing at the entrance of the village.
Under your feet,
It's white snow.
And just ten meters in front of him,
The old man was sitting under a big tree, with three wooden cups placed in front of a small wooden table.
In the mirror, outside the mirror, the reversal was completed in a moment.
"Is this an illusion?" Yingying said as she stretched out her arms, trying to tear it apart by force.
Zhou Ze raised his hand.
Signaling Yingying to stop,
road:
"This is the real Qianjia Village."
After walking a few steps forward, he arrived in front of the old man.
The old man was wearing a tattered cotton-padded jacket, with two glistening strings of snot hanging from his nostrils, and his cheeks were blue from the cold, but he looked exceptionally energetic.
I don’t think he is that dirty, because rain and snow seem to be the things in the world that can best cover up dirt.
"It's been a while since outsiders have come."
The old man raised his head and looked at Zhou Ze and Yingying in front of him, with a hint of excitement in his eyes.
"I was walking and walking, and I ended up here. What do you have to say?"
Zhou Ze stood in front of the wooden table.
Yingying walked to the side and grabbed a big tree with both hands.
"boom!"
The big tree was pulled out by the roots and then placed horizontally. Yingying used her palm to scrape the bark several times to reveal the clean wood chips inside, and then placed the tree horizontally behind the boss.
Zhou Ze sat down.
Yingying clapped her hands and stood beside the boss.
"No explanation. Here, this is the trick."
The old man pointed to the top of his head.
Hanging diagonally on the wooden stake above is a plaque with the words "Qianjia Village" that seems like it may fall down at any time.
In fact, you can change the name to something more understandable: The House of Con Men.
"We have three rules here. The first rule is to accept defeat if you lose."
Zhou Ze nodded.
"The second rule is that if you lose, you have to stay here for ten years. You are not allowed to come out within ten years."
"ten years?"
"Yes, ten years. There are seven people in our village now, including me, so we have lived here for nearly eighty years.
The bone residue outside may have been worn away. Alas, for so many years, no outsider has been able to come in.
That woman comes here every ten years, beats us all, and then takes advantage of the terrain and feng shui here to make a fortune out there."
Zhou Ze heard the resentment in the old man's words, and roughly guessed the reason why the "woman" asked him to come over.
There are seven people like the old man in this village. Once the old woman is really gone, no one can defeat and suppress them anymore. If they come out, it will be hard to say who will own this village and this gambling house in the end.
only,
Boss Zhou is really not good at gambling.
In his previous life, after he came out of the orphanage, he had been diligent, working hard, making money, and buying a house. He lived a very positive life and had no intention of getting involved in this.
At that time, he had no capital to play, nor did he have the qualifications to have fun.
"Let's raise the bet first."
As the old man spoke, he took out a stack of curled paper money from his cotton-padded jacket and placed it on the wooden table.
Zhou Ze was a little surprised and said:
"Didn't they say that whoever loses will be locked up here instead?"
"That's the big rule. We have to make a jackpot ourselves, right?" The old man licked his lips.
This is the look of a gambler, which is actually not uncommon.
But it is indeed not easy to still retain this original and pure gambler's gaze after being imprisoned for decades.
"Yingying, take the money."
"Okay, boss."
Yingying put her hand in her pocket.
"No, I've already taken the money. It would be so boring if you take more money." The old man stretched and said, "I have been locked up in here for too long. There is nothing interesting except some money.
You are different, you just came in, come up with something interesting to add to the bet."
"What do you mean by interesting things?" Zhou Ze asked.
"I smell the scent of an official on you, although it's very faint, but at least I can confirm your identity.
How about this, put your identity badge on it?"
Zhou Ze hesitated for a moment.
He took out his own headhunter token.
When Zhou Ze placed the golden token on the wooden table,
The old man's eyes lit up.
"Tsk tsk, it's very rare to find a token with such high gold content, Captain, tsk tsk, Captain, hehe."
"What's wrong, can't I?"
"Yes, of course, of course."
The old man clapped his hands and took away the rest of the dice, leaving only one. Then he crossed his hands, grabbed the wooden cup, put the dice upside down in it, and began to shake it to change its position.
The speed was so fast that afterimages appeared.
Zhou Ze just sat on the wood and watched quietly.
Yingying was also trying hard to look, but soon found that the speed of her eyes could not keep up with the speed of the old man's hands.
After a few minutes,
The old man said, "Pah!"
Three wooden cups were placed on the wooden table.
He left his hands.
Pointing to the small wooden table in front of him, he said:
"Guess three, you open the cup."
Zhou Ze held his chin with his hand, not in a hurry to choose one first.
Although the stakes have been placed, Boss Zhou still feels that he will lose money no matter how he looks at it if he plays this game here.
The old man has been trying to cheat in this ghost village for decades. Can he defeat him just by luck? Is it possible
However,
The old man also imitated Zhou Ze and stroked his chin with his hand, as if he was also pondering something.
“In fact, the word gambling still depends on one word: luck!
No matter how clever the tricks are, or how good the cheating is, they are just auxiliary. Since you are gambling, it is impossible to be completely sure. "
"Well, what is absolute certainty?"
Zhou Ze shifted his gaze to the old man and asked.
"Hey, I mentioned two rules before, but there is one rule I haven't mentioned yet."
The old man smiled.
Reach out,
First, he took the captain's token that Zhou Ze had just placed on the wooden table.
He continued with a smile:
"He's just a police chief."
beside,
Yingying blinked.
Boss Zhou did not comment.
"Haha, he's just a police chief."
The old man repeated it again.
Yingying was a little excited, but she tried to restrain herself from showing it.
Boss Zhou scratched his head.
"Hahaha, he's just a police chief."
Yingying's chest began to rise and fall.
Boss Zhou lowered his head.
"Only those with equal status can sit at the gambling table and have the qualifications to sit down and gamble. Otherwise, if you sit at the table naively, you will only be treated as leeks to be cut."
The old man stood up.
"We are so sure that we can just flip the table and count the ball.
The table was lifted.
No matter what's on the table,
No matter what your bet is, no matter what you win or lose,
Only little kids can answer multiple choice questions.
I will just…”
The old man clenched his fist.
"I'll just... take them all!"
"Puff..."
Yingying laughed out loud.
Boss Zhou also raised his head and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes:
"Look how nervous I was just now. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"