Chapter 33

"Slap!"

It was like a brief moment, yet it also seemed like a long time had passed.

Opening his eyes, Li Zhuiyuan found himself lying on the bed.

Sitting up, he carefully looked around; what he needed to confirm was not only whether this was his room, but also whether he was currently in a dream.

For a long time, Li Zhuiyuan confirmed that this was reality.

But in his ears, it seemed that the crisp sound of Great-Grandfather's last palm holding the talisman and slapping the tiles still remained.

Then, it was darkness before his eyes.

What happened next, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't remember clearly.

He didn't even remember when the fortune-turning ritual ended, nor did he remember how he walked out of Great-Grandfather's room and returned to his bedroom.

Looking down at the quilt on his knees, the quilt would be covered on his stomach every night when he slept, and he had his own way of folding the quilt.

In other words, it wasn't Great-Grandfather who sent the unconscious him back to bed, because this quilt was folded by himself.

Getting out of bed, he looked at the time on the clock; it was five o'clock in the morning; A Li would generally come over around six o'clock.

After walking in the underworld many times, in that daze just after waking up, it was inevitable that there would be some palpitations and unease in his heart, instinctively wanting to confirm reality and illusion.

Just like after walking a distance after leaving the house, suddenly stopping and starting to worry about whether he had locked the door.

And every time he woke up and opened his eyes to see A Li sitting on the chair, he could skip this step.

His mouth was a bit thirsty; Li Zhuiyuan walked to the desk wanting to get his water cup, but found that the cup was full of paper ash.

He immediately began to check his notebook; although it was handled very cleanly, one could still see traces of pages being torn off.

But what was torn off was not what he had written.

His gaze looked at the pen holder; there were four pens there, and their placement conformed to his habits, but the ink level of the pen he used most often had dropped a lot.

A picture emerged in Li Zhuiyuan's mind:

Late at night, he was lying on the bed fast asleep, while a stranger was sitting before the desk, holding his pen and writing something in his notebook.

Finally, this person tore off what was written, lit it, and threw it into the cup.

Li Zhuiyuan opened the drawer; the remaining pocket money inside was not missing a single cent.

The books, exercise books, and pen holder were all put back according to his habits; combined with his loss of memory after the fortune-turning ritual last night, Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but suspect:

Could the person sitting here writing things last night be himself?

But, if it were himself, why would he burn what he wrote?

Was there something he had that he couldn't let himself see?

Moreover, this act of burning precisely explained that the self of last night seemed to be able to foresee that this memory would be missing.

Li Zhuiyuan flipped through these books on the table, not hoping to find any clues in the books, because he didn't have the habit of writing and drawing in books.

But when he picked up the second volume of "Records of Righteous Demon Suppression" and flipped to the last page, Li Zhuiyuan saw a change; a character was painted out, and a new character was written beside it.

——Written by Wei Zhengdao.

Was changed to,

——Written by Wei Zhengdao (Fake Righteous).

Li Zhuiyuan frowned; he could almost conclude now that the person sitting before the desk last night was himself.

Because whether it was family, a thief, a pervert, or a dirty thing, none could match such a boring act.

Only himself could have had some dark-humored associations with the previous "destroyed by the righteous path."

"What on earth have I done?"

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the wardrobe; the mirror on the cabinet door reflected his face.

Just as he completed eye contact with himself in the mirror, Li Zhuiyuan suddenly felt intense panic and immediately avoided his gaze.

That cold, peeling emotion emerged again from the bottom of his heart, and this time it came with extra ferocity and intensity.

He held his head with both hands, muttering the names in his relationship network; this time, he muttered A Li and Great-Grandfather the most, as for the others, including Mom and Dad, they were just mentioned together at the end.

Finally, that feeling subsided.

Li Zhuiyuan put down his hands; crouching on the ground, he turned his head to look at himself in the mirror; the "two" were panting together.

After completely calming down, Li Zhuiyuan stood up, picked up the washbasin, and prepared to wash up to make himself a bit more clear-headed.

Pushing open the door, the door next door was pushed open at the same time.

Li Zhuiyuan and Li Sanjiang walked out of the doors almost simultaneously.

"Cough..."

The morning breeze with a chill blew toward his face; Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but stop his steps and cough.

"Plop!" "Plop!"

"Damn it!"

In the air, two birds happened to fly side by side, and simultaneously dropped a gift from nature.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the bird shit on the ground before him; if he hadn't coughed and stopped just now, that bird shit would have landed on his head.

Li Sanjiang touched his head with his hand, looked at the white residue on his fingers, smelled it before his nose, and frowned in disgust.

Subconsciously, he wanted to wipe it on the wall, but thinking this was his own home and his own bedroom door, he could only walk to the water vat on the terrace, wash his hands first, then scoop water to prepare to wash his hair.

"Great-Grandfather, I'll go get you some hot water; washing your hair with this cold water will give you a cold."

"Little Yuan Hou, you go get Great-Grandfather some laundry powder, then get a dry towel."

Li Zhuiyuan first took the things, then lifted the thermos and poured hot water into Li Sanjiang's washbasin, then also started brushing his teeth on the side.

"Damn, today is really unlucky, bad luck."

"Great-Grandfather, just take it as a magpie reporting good news for you."

"Great-Grandfather has discovered, it's you, this little guy, who knows how to talk."

"Great-Grandfather, when did you sleep last night?"

"I slept after the fortune-turning ended; I slept early, which made me wake up early today."

"Great-Grandfather, do you remember what you did after the fortune-turning?"

"What else could I do? Of course, go to bed and sleep."

"It's what happened after you slapped the talisman paper on the ground, Great-Grandfather; do you remember?"

"I remember, how could I not remember; I didn't drink alcohol last night, and I wouldn't have a blackout."

"Really remember?"

"Little Yuan Hou, what's wrong with you?"

"Great-Grandfather, after the ritual ended last night, did I say anything to you?"

"You said goodnight to me, then went back to your room; what on earth is wrong with you, did you have a nightmare again?"

"No, nothing. Maybe I slept too comfortably last night, and some things I can't remember clearly."

"That's very normal; don't say you're a child, even adults would be like this; sleeping comfortably is good; it proves the fortune-turning had an effect."

While talking, Li Zhuiyuan saw A Li walking up from the stairs; A Li was wearing a lady's dress today, dignified and cute.

Li Sanjiang, while wiping his hair, smacked his lips and said: "Don't say, Little Yuan Hou, this girl is indeed good-looking; in the past, Great-Grandfather thought 'beauty embryo' was just a flattering polite phrase, until I saw this girl."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "A Li is indeed good-looking."

In the past, one of the great pleasures of the elders was looking at the young men and women gathered together and randomly playing matchmaker.

But Li Sanjiang just shook his head and sighed: "If only she weren't sick."

The old man still remembered the scene when the little girl erupted after he stuffed candy into her hand.

"Great-Grandfather, A Li is not sick."

"Fine, she's not sick, you're sick, okay?"

"Mm."

Li Zhuiyuan knew that he was indeed sick; it had just flared up this morning.

"By the way, Great-Grandfather, Brother Runsheng is going back to Xiting to see Shan Shan Shan Daye today; I want to go with him."

"Then you go. Oh, by the way, you wait; I'll go back to the room and get some money for you; you buy some things and send them over together."

"Great-Grandfather, you are really good to Shan Shan Shan Daye."

"I'm afraid that mountain cannon will lose all his money and starve to death."

Li Sanjiang went into the room and got some money for Li Zhuiyuan, then walked downstairs, shouting: "Ting Hou, make breakfast early today; I'm hungry!"

Li Zhuiyuan looked at the money in his hand and added his remaining pocket money on top; he revealed a smile; the capital was enough.

A Li looked at the boy, then looked at the money in the boy's hand; her eyelashes jumped slightly.

On the dam, Liu Yumei was brewing tea.

Li Sanjiang walked downstairs, stretching, and sighed: "Yo, the weather should be good today; it will be a sunny day."

Liu Yumei responded: "Then aren't you going out for a stroll today?"

"What's there to stroll about; with such good weather, it's just suitable to lie on the rattan chair, basking in the sun and taking a nap."

Liu Yumei smiled and didn't speak, instead using the ring finger and index finger of her right hand to lift the teacup.

Just as she lifted it halfway, suddenly the cup shook, and some tea inside spilled out.

Liu Yumei ignored her scalded red fingertips and stared incredibly at the teacup in her hand; to be precise, she was staring at the half cup of tea left inside.

"How did so much spill out all of a sudden?"

Although the moon has its waxing and waning, and the tide has its rising and falling, there are basically traces to follow, and one can obtain a quiet phase in the changes, so generally, this kind of violent fluctuation wouldn't appear.

What on earth happened?

At this time, Li Zhuiyuan and Qin Li walked down.

Liu Yumei's gaze looked very naturally toward the boy; while carefully observing the boy's face, the fingers of her left hand, placed inside her sleeve, touched alternately.

As if to tease the girl and make her happy, Li Zhuiyuan made a funny face at A Li.

Liu Yumei's fingers had to stop pinching, because the physiognomy had changed.

Li Zhuiyuan turned toward Liu Yumei and greeted very politely: "Good morning, Grandma Liu."

"Morning, Little Yuan."

Li Zhuiyuan walked to the kitchen to help Liu Yi carry porridge and pickles.

He noted that there were quite a few newly made incense sticks drying in the northwest corner of the yard and asked: "Liu Yi, could I trouble you to help me make some short incense sticks?"

"Of course, how short?"

"About the same as the cigarettes in a cigarette box."

"But what can such short incense be used for? It will be gone after burning for a while."

"It doesn't need to burn for too long; the time it takes to smoke a cigarette is enough."

"Alright, Auntie will make them for you."

"Thank you, Liu Yi."

After breakfast, Li Zhuiyuan set off with Runsheng.

Going home, Runsheng was very excited, singing songs from time to time while letting go of his hands.

He sang many songs, but basically only knew how to sing the classic few lines of a song; Li Zhuiyuan, sitting in the back, felt like he was listening to a medley of songs.

Xiting Town wasn't too far, and Runsheng didn't delay, pedaling very fast; it didn't take long before he rode to the door of his house.

Li Zhuiyuan looked at this home; compared to other civilian houses seen when entering the village, it was really dilapidated enough.

After Runsheng went in and shouted several times without getting a response, he walked out and said to Li Zhuiyuan:

"Little Yuan, my grandfather is not at home; he must have gone to play cards, but there is still rice and flour at home, so we have food to eat at noon, hehe."

"Then let's go find Shan Shan Shan Daye."

"Let's go, I'll take you to find him."

There were several "halls" in the village, all opened in civilian houses; the small ones had three or four tables, while the large ones had ten or twenty tables.

The default rule was that one had to pay a tea fee to play cards here; if one won a big game, the boss also had to share some lucky money.

And the boss, besides providing tea, melon seeds, and peanuts, also had to help contact people to form card games; this ability determined whether the hall could grow big.

It was still summer now, not the peak season for halls; the real peak season was around the New Year.

Those who went out to work all returned to the village for the New Year.

Many people were reluctant to eat or wear well outside; after returning home with their hard-earned money saved for a year, they immediately put on new clothes, sat at the card table, held good cigarettes bought specifically for the New Year in their mouths, set up their stance, and began to slaughter in all directions.

Of course, most of the time they were the ones being slaughtered in all directions.

One had to know, basically every village would have a small group of people who didn't work properly on weekdays and just played cards to pass the days; they were counting on opening for business during the New Year to win their living expenses for the coming year.

And those who went out to work didn't have many opportunities to play cards on weekdays, and their level was not as good as these village ruffians, plus they might encounter rigged games.

Therefore, it was common for people to lose all the money they earned working for a year just a few days after returning to the village, and there were also those who not only lost everything but also owed debts; even more miserable were those who hadn't even finished the New Year and had to roll up their bedding and embark on the road of working again in a dejected manner.

These were all told to Li Zhuiyuan by Runsheng on the road.

Because Runsheng heard Little Yuan say he wanted to play cards this time, he told these to dissuade him.

Li Zhuiyuan discovered that Runsheng was truly a very wonderful person; honesty was his nature, but he also had a delicate side; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to see these tricks; of course, the side of him when fighting was even more shocking.

"Brother Runsheng, you know Shan Shan Shan Daye often loses when playing cards; why don't you persuade him?"

"He is my grandfather; I have to listen to his words, just like you are my younger brother, and I have to listen to your words."

"You are the older brother."

"My grandfather said I am stupid and can only listen to two kinds of people in this life."

"Which two kinds?"

"One is my grandfather himself; my grandfather said he is actually stupid too, and listening to his words might make me suffer with him, but at least he won't harm me.

The other is listening to smart people; smart people might harm me, but before harming me, they will let me enjoy happiness first."

Shan Shan Shan Daye was playing cards at a small hall at the west end of the village; there weren't many people, just one table, playing four-person Fight the Landlord.

When Li Zhuiyuan and Runsheng entered, Shan Shan Shan Daye had just put down the cards in his hand and was giving money.

"Yo, Runsheng Hou is back."

"Runsheng Hou, long time no see."

"Your grandfather just mentioned you."

The card friends obviously all knew Runsheng and greeted him enthusiastically.

Shan Shan Shan Daye also stood up, touched Runsheng's arm, and laughed: "Good, sure enough, eating well at Li Sanjiang's place, looking even sturdier."

This appearance was just like a sensible ox or sheep that would run to a neighbor's field to eat. "Grandfather, Little Yuan is also here."

"Shan Shan Shan Daye."

"Mm mm, Little Yuan Hou." Shan Shan Shan Daye reached out to grab the money on the card table, hesitated for a moment, but still said, "Taking money while playing cards will be bad luck; tonight, Grandfather will buy cooked food for you to eat."

"Alright, Shan Shan Shan Daye."

Li Zhuiyuan glanced at the stack of money before Shan Shan Shan Daye... mm, it was already too shallow to use the word "stack" anymore.

Starting to grab cards, Shan Shan Shan Daye, with a cigarette in his mouth, chatted with Runsheng while grabbing cards.

Li Zhuiyuan stood on the side and watched quietly.

Not long after, Shan Shan Shan Daye lost three hands, two as landlord and one as peasant.

The sample was too small; Li Zhuiyuan wasn't sure yet whether Shan Shan Shan Daye's card luck was really bad, but at least one point was confirmed: Shan Shan Shan Daye's card skill was really very average.

This kind of card friend whose skill was poor and who loved to play was very popular everywhere.

However, Li Zhuiyuan didn't intend to join in here; the rhythm of Fight the Landlord was too slow, and it involved cooperation problems, so the efficiency of winning money wasn't high enough.

Li Zhuiyuan pulled Runsheng's arm, and Runsheng understood: "Grandfather, I'll take Little Yuan back first."

"Mm, good." Shan Shan Shan Daye waved his hand without turning his head; he was already excited to the point of losing.

Runsheng rode the tricycle, bringing Li Zhuiyuan to a large hall; a shed was set up outside the civilian house, and inside, eight tables of people were playing, some playing Fight the Landlord and some playing Bridge, while at the largest round table, nine people were playing Fried Golden Flower.

This kind of gambling, Fried Golden Flower, was fun only with many people, so that one could "bluff."

"Brother Runsheng, do you remember what I told you before?"

"Mm, remembered." Runsheng patted his chest, then walked to the empty seat at the round table and sat down, "Add me one."

Others at the round table were stunned for a moment, their gazes sizing up Runsheng.

Xiting Town's location was accessible in all directions; the small halls were basically played by people from the village, while the large halls had many people from outside the village, so many people didn't know Runsheng.

It was mainly because Runsheng's age was too awkward; if you said he was still a child, this build and this age couldn't count, but if you said he was an adult, he was a bit immature.

People at the card table didn't like playing with children; first, it didn't sound good if it spread out, and second, children usually didn't have much money in their pockets.

The hall boss was a short, fat man; he waved his hand at Runsheng: "Runsheng Hou, don't mess around; your grandfather is not here; go find him elsewhere."

"I said, I want to play!"

Runsheng deliberately kept a cold face, then patted all the money Li Zhuiyuan gave him onto the table.

Seeing Runsheng's stance and the money he took out, everyone at the table nodded silently, and the boss didn't say anything anymore, turning around to pour tea, muttering a sentence: "If the upper beam is not straight, the lower beam will be crooked."

Runsheng was a bit nervous, but still continued to tense his face.

This round of the card game hadn't ended yet; there were still three families left in the blind.

Li Zhuiyuan's gaze swept over the nine people at the round table one by one, remembering all their physiognomies.

Fried Golden Flower only had three cards; the technical content was much lower than Fight the Landlord, and the luck component, which was card luck, occupied the main factor.

Reasonably speaking, wanting to win money stably, playing this was very unwise.

But Li Zhuiyuan had his own method; after remembering the physiognomies of these people, any micro-expressions of these people wouldn't escape his eyes when looking at cards and taking cards next.

Shrewd old gamblers would be good at hiding or even deceiving, but that didn't matter; in "Detailed Explanation of Yin-Yang Physiognomy," that massive physiognomy illustrated book was equivalent to establishing a huge database in Li Zhuiyuan's brain.

No matter how one disguised, it was impossible not to reveal any flaws; there must be such masters in this world, but Li Zhuiyuan believed that he definitely wouldn't encounter them in the village, because they wouldn't be as bored as him, running to the village hall to earn money.

This round ended, and Runsheng put up the bottom.

For three consecutive hands, Runsheng looked at the cards and threw them away, not even playing blind, and when throwing the cards, he deliberately flipped them over to throw, not hiding them at all.

This was requested by Li Zhuiyuan; he needed to enrich his samples, for example, what size of card type corresponded to what micro-expression expression.

Of course, Runsheng's cards in these three hands were all very bad, not worth following at all.

Alright, the sample data was collected, and it was also very detailed, because people at the table also liked to flip cards and didn't like to hide them.

Li Zhuiyuan leaned toward Runsheng silently, and Runsheng moved his butt.

When dealing cards in the next round, the cards were almost dealt before Li Zhuiyuan.

This scene made many people at the table notice; they were somewhat dissatisfied; Runsheng could still be counted as a young man, but this child beside Runsheng was really too small.

However, since they were sitting together, it was inconvenient to say anything more; after all, there were plenty of cases where fathers held their sons in their arms to let them touch cards when playing cards.

Li Zhuiyuan picked up the money, threw it up, and followed with a small blind hand.

"Whose child is this, looking so fair and tender."

"The clothes are also not bad, dressed quite fashionably."

People at the table began to evaluate Li Zhuiyuan.

Li Zhuiyuan revealed a shy smile on his face.

What these people didn't know was that from this moment on, everyone at the card table was in a "revealed card" state toward the little boy before them.

This didn't count as cheating, because "observing words and colors" was originally the way to play Fried Golden Flower.

After a round of blind, some looked at the cards and threw them away, some looked at the cards and continued to follow.

Li Zhuiyuan flipped his cards; it was a pair of 5s, a relatively awkward hand, however, the two who followed after looking at the cards, one was bluffing with small cards, and the other wasn't bigger than him.

Three people followed after looking at the cards, and the rest didn't play blind anymore, starting to look at the cards.

Li Zhuiyuan felt relieved in his heart, because he "saw" that his cards were the biggest in the whole field.

Finally, the only remaining family still wanted to increase the chips to scare a child, but didn't succeed, and finally opened the cards and lost; Runsheng stood up, raked back the money, then asked the person in the next seat to help wash the cards, then asked the person in the previous seat to help cut and divide the cards.

Because Li Zhuiyuan was small, and Runsheng's hands were clumsy at grabbing cards, even dividing cards wasn't nimble.

At the same time, this was also to avoid trouble that might appear after winning money.

Next round.

After Li Zhuiyuan played a blind hand, he looked at the cards; a pair of A's.

Then the expressions of everyone who looked at the cards fell into his eyes; after four rounds, five people remained.

What made Li Zhuiyuan somewhat surprised was that those four people were all big pairs of 10 or above, but he wasn't panicked either; after all, pairs were under his control.

Because the cards were all not bad, after stewing for a few more rounds, they opened each other; finally, Li Zhuiyuan won all the pairs in the same line with a pair of A's.

In the money pool, it was also very rich; when Runsheng stood up to collect the money, his breathing was trembling with excitement.

Third round, old rules, play a blind hand, then look at the cards.

Golden Flower, and it was a Straight Flush.

This hand, what else was there to say?

But after a few rounds, Li Zhuiyuan discovered that there really was something to say, because excluding himself, among the remaining five people, two were Straights, three were Golden Flowers.

Li Zhuiyuan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: was it this cooperative?

This round, everyone put in more, and it was more persistent; finally, no surprise, Li Zhuiyuan won.

When being opened, Li Zhuiyuan even pretended to be very innocent and asked:

"Is there still lucky money?"

Runsheng stood up, almost shouting in his heart: so much money, so much money!

Actually, playing this, it wasn't that one would win a lot by taking big cards; sometimes taking big cards and no one following, one could only collect the bottom.

Only when several families had good cards could the money pool be thick; after a bloody slaughter, the winner could eat until oily.

Next round, play a blind hand, look at the cards.

Li Zhuiyuan's expression had always been shy, but his heart still had waves.

666, Leopard.

His card luck today was a bit good.

Then, as everyone began to look at the cards, Li Zhuiyuan "confirmed" that among the 5 families still remaining, 2 were Straight Flushes, 2 were Golden Flowers, 1 was a Straight.

This...

Unavoidable, a bloody storm was set off.

Finally, Li Zhuiyuan and the last person who actively opened him opened the cards; everyone at the card table was dumbfounded, including people playing cards at nearby tables who also left their tables to watch.

Although Leopards weren't very common, they weren't rare either, but being composed like this was truly rare.

"The novice's fire is strong, it seems."

"This child, his card luck is really good today."

"Yo, how much has this already won?"

Everyone started discussing noisily.

Li Zhuiyuan himself felt it was a bit strange; his card luck today seemed really good.

Runsheng had already poured out the melon seeds in the melon seed bag and was using the bag to hold money.

He suddenly felt confused: was the gambling Little Yuan and his grandfather playing the same thing?

Since he was sensible, he hadn't really experienced what it felt like to win money, let alone this way of winning.

Next round, continue to play a blind hand, look at the cards.

Li Zhuiyuan discovered something was wrong, because he got: AAA.

Then, three rounds passed, all looked at the cards, and no one threw them away.

Li Zhuiyuan "looked" at their cards and determined that it was very wrong.

Among the 9 people excluding himself, 5 were Leopards, 4 were Straight Flushes.

Li Zhuiyuan suspected he was possessed.

He touched the talisman paper he drew in his pocket, really wanting to take one and stick it on his forehead to see if it changed color.

Next, the card table was no longer a bloody storm, but a Jianghu catastrophe.

Everyone, first, had basically bled at Li Zhuiyuan's place in the previous rounds; now, holding this hand, they all had a sense of mission that "destiny is with me."

No one held back, no one showed mercy, and no one had the kindness to advise others to stop while they were ahead.

The highest code, round after round, was thrown in without hesitation.

A few people didn't have enough money in their hands, so they showed their cards to people standing behind them watching the fun, letting the other party buy shares and enjoy the dividends.

Li Zhuiyuan only felt that his arm was a bit sore from putting money up; this round finally ushered in an end.

When being looked at by several families in a row, it was actually after the other party threw the cards that the atmosphere at the card table became somewhat oppressive.

In the end, three A's were laid out; the last family almost collapsed to the ground, trembling.

Someone wanted to mutter about cheating, but couldn't say it, because these two people hadn't washed the cards themselves; they were all helped by the upper and lower families, and these upper and lower families had lost the most.

However, the reason the scene could still maintain relative quiet was because Runsheng stood up.

Runsheng felt the threat, and winning so much money made Runsheng also enter an excited state; his eyes were already turning red, and his body emitted the aura from when he dealt with those two ghost-possessed thugs yesterday.

Li Zhuiyuan dared to win money here because Runsheng was by his side.

However, he didn't expect it to develop like this, because from the perspective of hindsight, the means he had prepared were useless.

Li Zhuiyuan asked: "Are we still playing?"

He intended to deliberately lose some back; if he lost too slowly, he would return half later.

"Play, continue playing, but these cards are old today; change to a new deck." A middle-aged man with a big beard at the card table signaled everyone to sit down, then winked at the people sitting in the upper and lower positions of Li Zhuiyuan.

They wouldn't cooperate when playing cards on weekdays; if they were to cooperate, it would be during the New Year, but today, they had to do so.

New cards were brought; the lower seat washed the cards, the upper seat cut the cards, and then dealt on their behalf.

Li Zhuiyuan played a blind hand as usual, then looked at the cards; three Q's, Leopard.

And the opposite family, his expression told him that he held the biggest hand.

They were cheating.

They didn't know that their eye contact, which they thought was seamless, was like loud shouting to Li Zhuiyuan.

"Don't want it."

Li Zhuiyuan buckled the cards, directly buckled them into the card pile, and scattered them by the way.

"What?" The big beard stood up fiercely, pointing at Li Zhuiyuan and shouting, "You cheated!"

He proved that Li Zhuiyuan was indeed cheating by his own cheating, otherwise who would throw away a Leopard like that?

"Brother Runsheng, take out the table money, tea cup money, and cleaning fee."

"Ah?" Runsheng was a bit confused, but still followed orders; after estimating the price, he took the money from the bag and placed it on the table.

Li Zhuiyuan stood up, left the table, and said:

"Smash the table."

"Bang!"

The fist fell, and the table shattered.

This wasn't an ordinary person's flipping the table, nor was it an emotional venting slap on the table; the scene of this large round table being smashed directly shocked everyone present.

Li Zhuiyuan looked very calmly at the messy ground; he wasn't the one who cheated, but did he need to explain?

Not needed.

"Let's go, Brother Runsheng."

"Hey!"

Runsheng revealed a miserable smile on his face and even stretched out his hand, pointing at everyone present.

This was learned from "God of Gamblers" shown on the county station the night before yesterday; unfortunately, Little Yuan didn't apply hair oil, otherwise he would be the Chow Yun-fat in his heart.

The big beard didn't dare to step forward, but stood in place, trembling: "We want to report to the police!"

This was very ridiculous; this kind of hall was not investigated unless reported by the people, but if it were really pursued, it would inevitably be illegal, and all gambling funds would have to be confiscated.

Li Zhuiyuan stopped his steps, turned his head to look at him:

"Tan Yunlong of the Town Police Station is my uncle."

After saying this, he continued to walk out.

Runsheng carried a bag of money, hopping and skipping, his shoes dragging on the ground, walking out in the posture of a girl nowadays.

Li Zhuiyuan looked very calm, even somewhat solemn.

After getting on the tricycle, he immediately pulled out the talisman paper and stuck it on his forehead, shoulders, arms, and thighs, as if he were a dead-fall preparing for suicide.

After a while, he checked them all, and not a single one changed color.

Putting away the talisman paper, Li Zhuiyuan sighed; he knew, murmuring:

"Fortune-turning ritual."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 34 =====