Chapter 166: Tonight, Blood Battle to the End—How About It?

Su Ming sized up the woman before him.

Those crimson Phoenix Eyes, as they moved, were innately bone‑deep alluring.

As if they were born to ensnare souls and seize hearts.

Su Ming understood clearly in his heart.

Sure enough, being good‑looking lets one do as one pleases!

He suddenly smiled.

"Alright."

"I'll just keep you company for a game."

His reply was casual, without the slightest hesitation.

Behind him, three soul‑body auras suddenly rippled.

"Lord, not allowed!"

Jiang Wan stepped forward, her expression as heavy as a mountain.

Behind her, the massive earth‑colored Jade Seal's phantom light flared, attempting to isolate Su Ming from the bizarre rules of this place.

"This woman uses greed, anger and delusion as bait, and feeds on despair and resentment..."

"This match is called a game of strategy, but in truth it is a Blood and Flesh Mill that devours the human heart!"

"Lord, your body worth ten thousand gold could not lightly step into such a demonic perilous realm?!"

"Gong Yan, stay calm and do not be impatient."

Fa Zheng reached out and stopped him.

Those sinister, fierce eyes had already fixed on the cheongsam‑clad woman, the curve at his mouth cold and grim.

"Such a mere Painted Skin Monster dares to show off in front of the lord."

"Fine, I actually want to see whether her skull is hard enough."

Although he is considered a civil official...

but at this moment, the desire to kill has already arisen.

When it comes to planning murders, he has never been inferior to those generals!

Only the Phoenix‑eyed Pang Tong.

He still had a pair of Phoenix Eyes, fixed on the Automatic Mahjong Table, counting in his hand.

"So that's it... using Win Tile as victory, Point Shoot as defeat..."

"The winner takes all, the loser sinks..."

"These rules appear simple, yet they secretly align with the zero‑sum principle of heaven and earth... this formation is truly extraordinary!"

Su Ming paid no heed to the discussion behind him.

He walked straight toward the Mahjong Table.

The youth in combat uniform sitting opposite the woman had a hollow gaze that flickered briefly.

He slowly stood, silently moved aside, like a faithful servant, and crouched down directly.

Su Ming sat down calmly, and the Eye of Truth began to operate silently.

Deep within his pupils, a golden star disc spun wildly.

Within the dimensional space, the Calamity Core trembled faintly.

So that's it...

The smile at Su Ming's mouth deepened by several layers.

"Wha‑la‑la—"

The sound of the Mahjong Table automatically shuffling cards rang out again.

The woman watched Su Ming with great interest.

She glanced again at the three uncles of markedly different styles.

She lifted her jade‑white hand lightly, covering her mouth with a coquettish laugh.

"Little handsome, your friends seem quite nervous about you, huh?"

She lightly tapped the tabletop with her slender finger, her voice charming.

"For the sake of fairness..."

"We'll play the locally beloved set."

"Shu Han Mahjong, Blood Battle to the End, how about it?"

At those words, Pang Tong, Fa Zheng, and Jiang Wan were all taken aback.

Shu Han Mahjong?

What does that mean?

What does it have to do with them?

Su Ming, however, nodded knowingly, his smile unchanged.

"Alright."

The game begins!

The dice fell, and Su Ming took the dealer seat.

His opening hand was a Heavenly Win.

Three East Wind, a pair of Red Middle, and a Pure One Suit of Bamboo Tiles and Character Tiles.

Pang Tong, standing behind Su Ming, looked at the hand; his eyes suddenly brightened, murmuring to himself.

"Lord, your opening is already the embryonic form of Big Four Happiness; this is a sign of the Mandate of Heaven!"

"This round, must win!"

However, the direction of the game was extremely bizarre.

Su Ming wanted to play East Wind, and the player on his left would have to Pong.

He tried to draw Red Middle, but the opposite player would Hu first.

The tiles in his hand kept improving, yet they always lacked that final decisive tile.

It's like…

Something is stealthily stealing his tiles in the unseen realm!

In contrast, the qipao‑clad woman opposite.

From start to finish she wore a lazy smile, drawing and discarding tiles with effortless grace.

Finally, when Su Ming drew another useless One Dot.

The woman flicked her hand forward.

"Pure One Suit, All Pairs Win, Kong Opens Flower!"

The tiles before her were, astonishingly, a delightful set of top‑grade hands.

"Little handsome, you seem… Point Shoot, huh."

The woman smiled sweetly at Su Ming, her gaze greedy and teasing.

As soon as the words fell, the tiles before Su Ming ignited without flame, turning into specks of ash.

A faint yet pure life force was drawn from Su Ming's body and merged into the woman's.

Her skin seemed a few shades more luminous.

"Lord!"

Jiang Wan's complexion changed dramatically!

He saw it…

The price of losing tiles was, astonishingly, vitality!

"No problem."

Su Ming waved his hand, his face still bearing that carefree smile.

As if the one who just lost years of yang life were not himself.

"Again."

The woman looked at Su Ming, her interest deepening.

"Interesting, you lost yet can still smile."

"But also…"

"Someone as good‑looking as you usually never has bad luck! Fortune will turn eventually!"

"Fine, sister will give you another chance."

She licked her rosy lips, becoming even more breathtaking.

"I hope this time you can satisfy me, sister…"

Second round, begin!

Fa Zheng's complexion grew darker, and blue veins bulged on his hand.

He also sensed something amiss!

And Pang Tong, likewise, quelled the fervor on his face, his brows tightly knit.

Phoenix Eyes stared intently at the circulating Rule aura on the table.

Something's off.

Way too off!

Just now, the Lord's tile luck was clearly a hidden dragon in the abyss, ready to soar skyward!

But it felt as if an invisible hand forcibly held the dragon's head.

This woman…

Is toying with the Mandate of Heaven!

"Pong!"

This time, Su Ming's luck was still explosively good.

He self‑drawn at the start, winning the dealer.

The tile flow was so smooth that the two other disheveled investigators struggled to keep up.

It seemed Su Ming was about to execute an earth‑shaking National Scholar Unparalleled!

Only one Get Rich tile remained.

"Little handsome, you seem… really want this tile?"

The woman looked at Su Ming, her smile full as she lifted a tile.

Her jade‑like finger flipped it.

It turned out to be a Get Rich!

But she did not play it.

Instead, she leisurely slipped the tile back into the stack and casually played a West Wind!

The next second.

Snap—!

She knocked over the tiles before her.

"Thirteen Orphans."

She won again.

And…

A huge win!

The Get Rich tile Su Ming wanted is exactly the key to her Win Tile!

Others…

Won't walk away after winning!

On this table of cards…

She is the Rule, she is the Unique ruler!

"Sigh…"

The woman let out a lazy sigh, stretched lazily, her figure fully on display.

In the gaze toward Su Ming, there was unabashed regret and disappointment.

"Little handsome, you're quite impressive."

"What a pity…"

"Here with me, it still seems a bit insufficient, can't satisfy me~"

"Since that's the case…"

The woman's voice sounded softly, with a hint of chill.

She rose slowly.

The high‑slit, dark green cheongsam, with each of her movements, revealed a swath of snow‑white.

Clack, clack, clack!

The high‑heeled shoes sounded crisp.

She took a step, another step.

She walked toward Su Ming, lingeringly.

"You lost, but you must accept the punishment…"