Chapter 27 Chapter 27 Spirit Bone Gambling Dice

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Zhang walked across the line of life and death, the sweat on his back almost flowed down to his ankles, and he walked in a daze with a bank note in his hands. When he was about to get home, he was slapped heavily on the back, and when he turned his head, he was sweating from fright, only to see the soldier who gambled just now and the boy with the fan who collected the bill standing behind him smiling. "I helped you win so much money with good intentions, but you didn't even say thank you, so you just left?" The young man had a laughing expression.

Mr. Zhang's heart sank, and he said to himself: "Could it be that the queen of autumn settled accounts?" As a result, the two people looked at each other with a smile, and said, "Young Master Zhang, let's find a clean place to talk, we need to talk about something, otherwise our busy work will be in vain." Mr. Zhang was almost coerced to find a restaurant. As soon as he sat down, the young man with the fan took out something. Mr. Zhang saw that it was the finger wrench with white bones, and his heart tightened. Could it be that they They killed that Southern guy and took his property?

Seeing that Mr. Zhang's eyes fell on the finger, the young man couldn't help but bask in it: "Brother, do you know that you were almost plotted against by someone this time? Don't think that you are really a ghost, and you can do everything. This time, I poured a lot of blood to plot against you." Mr. Zhang was taken aback, and said in a low voice, "I have nothing to plot against. I only have a hundred and ten taels of silver back and forth in total, and it's fine if I lose it all." The two people on the opposite side smiled at each other, and the soldier said, "You don't have anything in mind, but he still misses you. He wants you to be his little pusher for the rest of his life and his money-making slave."

"What?" Mr. Zhang was surprised: "You mean, today's game is not designed by us to deceive others, but someone else designed it to deceive me?" The two nodded, and the young man took off the wrench in his hand and tapped it lightly on the table, making a muddy sound of "beep", which was not at all the crisp sound that jade should have. "That southern guy and the guy next to you, they're in the same company," said the young man casually. "What? They belong to the same group, how is that possible?" Mr. Zhang was horrified. It was originally the rascal who proposed to win all the money from the southerner, but now it turned out that the southerner and the rascal were in the same gang. ?

"People die for money, birds die for food, don't you understand such a simple truth?" The young man was still playing with the finger wrench, "Think about how you and his partner cheated, how did you divide the money you won? " "Five to five, sometimes four to six." Mr. Zhang was confused. "Hehe, think about it, if you owe him a large loan shark, and the interest will be rolled over in the future, for a few months, I'm afraid you will have to give him the rest of your life for nothing." Awoke Mr. Zhang who was in a daze. "Who are you? How do you know this?" Mr. Zhang also realized that these two strangers not only helped him today for no reason, but also told him so much with all his heart, making people suspicious what.

The young man still had that tepid smile. He smiled at him for a long time, and asked a question softly. This sentence was like a thunderbolt, so frightened that Mr. Zhang almost stood up and wanted to run away. What the young man asked was exactly: "Is your master's injury better?" Mr. Zhang stood up in shock, his tense face was distorted. The two kind young people in front of him seemed to have turned into evil spirits. He said incoherently, "I can't hear what you say." I understand, I don’t know, I’m going back, and I’m still waiting to buy noodles for cooking.”

As soon as the soldier pressed his shoulder, Mr. Zhang felt as if he was pinched by a vise, and he sat down involuntarily. The young man who claimed to be the bill collector smiled even more happily, and said, "You can leave if you want. Let's take a gamble. If you win, you can leave. If you lose, you have to listen to us obediently. Will it work?" "What are you going to do? If you want money, you can take all the money. I won't bet with you." Mr. Zhang was a little at a loss. "Come, come, have some tea, don't be so nervous, we don't have any malicious intentions, we just bet with you, I can't even see your little money, you won, take the money and leave, we Don't ask anything, if you lose, you just answer our question, what do you think?" The young man discussed with Mr. Zhang calmly.

"How do you want to gamble?" Mr. Zhang's heart was swayed, he wanted to kill him with a knife, and at worst he threw the money at them and fled. The young man took out a pair of dice: "It's very simple, bet big or small, we each roll once, whoever rolls big wins, how about it?" Mr. Zhang thought to himself why there are so many strange things today, but seeing that there is no escape, there is only one fight.He took his pair of dice, blew his breath, murmured something in his heart, and with a secret effort in his hands, he rolled it into the dice cup, and silently recited Amitabha.

Seeing this posture, the young man couldn't help laughing, and said, "Let's just decide whether to win or lose. Let's guess the size. If you say whether it is big or small in the dice cup, whoever guesses correctly wins." Mr. Zhang is clear in his heart, the secret strength he used just now, needless to say that all three dice are six, must be big, so he said without hesitation: "Big." The young man clasped his hands on the dice cup, and the big finger in his hand touched the dice cup faintly, and said casually, "You think it's big?" Mr. Zhang hesitated for a moment, but soon became confident: "Big, it must be big!"

"Okay, let the gentleman say something, give it a whip, and don't change it?" "No change." After hearing this, the young man sighed lightly and signaled Mr. Zhang to uncover the dice cup by himself. Mr. Zhang was immediately dumbfounded after he opened the dice cup, and saw that the three dice under the dice cup were neatly arranged, all with a big red dot facing upwards. Three dots, this, what is going on here? "There's something weird about your fingers." Mr. Zhang found the target right away. Hearing this, the young man laughed: "You just realized it's weird now. Why did you do it earlier? According to your gambling method, you would have gone bankrupt a long time ago. Do you want to know why?"

Mr. Zhang saw that the two had no hostility from beginning to end, and his curiosity also came up: "I am also a person who often plays dice. This dice is an ordinary bone dice. There are no magnets in the corners and no mercury in the middle. Such dice start with weight. Just like ordinary dice, experts can usually measure it out, so I'm sure it's not a problem with the dice, it can only be a problem with the finger in your hand." The young man took out a small knife for cutting brick tea, and cut one of the three dice crosswise without saying a word. The inside was pure white and yellowed bone, without any abnormality. He handed over the wrench again, Mr. Zhang groped with his hands, and knew where the weirdness was. This wrench was not white, or a jade wrench at all, but a bone wrench. "This pair of gambling tools is actually a picture. You understand, the fingers and dice are made of the same material as the bone of the fan in my hand, which is civet bone." The young man explained. "The civet bone?" Mr. Zhang said silently. "Yes, it is said that civet cats are addicted to gambling. The bets made from the bones of civet cat mother and child have the function of echoing. Generally, cat bones are used to make dice, and the bones of the cat mother are used as dice cup lids. When you need to cheat, you just need to train for a while. The cheating can be done the moment the cup is uncovered, but today, this southern merchant made a big finger wrench out of a civet bone. You didn’t notice that after you finished throwing, he put on the finger wrench and gently touched it on the dice cup. I touched it a few times. At that time, the first, second, and third small ones you did were replaced by the three six big ones. You only need this one, and you lose everything. So again and again, Losing again and again is just pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger. All the bets are on this last hand. Coincidentally, when they were preparing this pair of spirit bone dice, I was on the side, picking up some leftovers, and holding on to them. A skilled bone craftsman inlaid this fan, and I just happened to know a little bit of these heretical techniques, so I easily solved the game." After the young man finished speaking, he had a smug expression on his face, and the soldier next to him also smiled. Yingying. Mr. Zhang was very ashamed, and said to himself: What kind of ghost hand is he called himself, only after this contact, he knows that there is a strong hand among the strong.Although grateful in his heart, he was still full of vigilance towards these two people. "I lost. I will leave the money to the two of you. If there is nothing else, let's say goodbye. See you someday." Mr. Zhang hurried to leave after speaking. The young man didn't stop him and said, "We are here to rescue Master Lou. If you delay the time or something happens, don't blame us for not reminding you in advance." Mr. Zhang stopped after two steps, turned his head and asked, "How do you know my master's name?" "We not only know that your master is the famous 'Huanghe Huo Luban', but also why he is hiding here. More importantly, he is seriously injured now, and the person looking for him is coming soon. If you don't hurry up, let us see you." Seeing him, the consequences will be disastrous." After the soldier finished speaking, he motioned for Mr. Zhang to sit down. "Master Zhang, think about it, if we have malicious intentions, why bother to go to such lengths to help you, and why bother to beg here. And I'm not afraid to tell you that we have a certain relationship with Master Lou." The young man Persuade him earnestly. Mr. Zhang knew too well why Master had avoided living here, so no matter what these two people said, he insisted that he didn't know where Master lived. The young man finally had no choice but to take out his fan and hand it over: "When you see Master Lou, give this to him, and tell him that an old Liyuan friend named Zhong is anxious to see him, so he must meet." Mr. Zhang took the fan suspiciously, the fan was ordinary, but the pendant of this fan caught Mr. Zhang's eyes. This is a piece of high-quality sandalwood, about the size of a pigeon's egg, but the wood is nothing more than a piece of wood, but Qi Jiqi made a set of exquisite beads after hollowing out the wood. This is a work that tests the carpenter's craftsmanship. First of all, the overall structure of the sandalwood must not be damaged. The whole sandalwood ball is divided into three layers. Each layer is hollowed out and nested with each other. The seed jade is lingering, and there is a faint flow of water mist, and it feels cool when you put your hand on it. "This is Master's handicraft!" Mr. Zhang was very surprised. How could these two outsiders have Master's things? In his impression, it takes a lot of energy and time to make such things, so Master only made two pieces in his life. He wanted to learn such things a long time ago, but the master just didn't teach him, so he has long been familiar with the master's knife carving method.This thing is right, it must belong to Master. Surprised, Mr. Zhang ran all the way back to his master's house without caring about the greetings, and gave the fan to our old man who was lying on the sickbed. When the old man saw this thing, he rubbed it for a long time, then closed his eyes, and said after a long while: "Why do you see me, I'm already a half-disabled person, I can't help you much!" Mr. Zhang interjected: "They said that they knew about Master's current situation, and they were entrusted by the owner of the fan pendant to help Master." Hearing this, Grandpa opened his eyes and said, "Did they really say that?" "Before they left, they repeatedly explained that if the master wanted to see them, he could let me go to Wanxiang Inn to find them and ask them to come to the house to discuss." Mr. Zhang saw the expression of his grandfather, and he had already determined that these two people were real. It's here to help them. "The surname is Zhong, isn't it Old Zhong?" Taking advantage of the time when the old man drank tea to moisten his throat, I began to use my reasoning skills pretending to be clever. In the end, I got a heavy chisel, and I grinned from the pain. "Why don't you have any brains at all, grandpa, I am ten years older than Lao Zhong. I was only a few years old at that time, so is it possible to have Lao Zhong?" The old man spat me unceremoniously again. That's right, why did I forget this stubble, Lao Zhong's age gap is too big. The young man surnamed Zhong was Lao Zhong's uncle, Zhong Wanshan known as Zhenshan Zhong.And the soldier beside him is his cousin, Shu Tiancheng, the last policeman in the capital in the late Qing Dynasty. "But why is the precious fan pendant made by my great-grandfather in the hands of Lao Zhong's family?" After listening to it for a long time, I became interested in that rare fan pendant. Maybe he can get a windfall if he gets it on the treasure appraisal show, this old boy really took advantage of our family. "That's because it was given to our family by Mr. Lou back then." With a reply, a figure flashed in. It turned out to be the old clock that I was gloating about and hoping for bad luck. The old man seemed to be in good spirits, not the unlucky dead man I imagined.Looking at our old man again, he took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Let your uncle Zhong tell you about the next thing." Who knew that Lao Zhong waved his hand and said that these were all old things, not worth mentioning, so he leaned down and whispered a few words in my grandfather's ear.The old man frowned after hearing this, then pointed to me and Song Xudong who was next to him, and said something in a low voice, but Lao Zhong shook his head decisively and rejected it.Our old man took the initiative to say a few more words. Old Zhong pondered for a while and said, "Then I will discuss it again." The weird behavior of these two old men aroused our curiosity, what important matter, should we hide it from Song Xudong and me, what is even more outrageous, in such a big small room, the two of them whispered, and we two young men with good ears and eyes actually I couldn't hear clearly at all, but the two old men discussed it seriously. After Lao Zhong left, our old man stopped telling stories, but I was seduced by the addiction, how could I stop, and kept asking curiously. "Grandpa, tell me how our family's precious fan pendant was in the hands of Lao Zhong's family back then?" I fully carried forward my tireless spirit of learning. The old man seemed to want to laugh when he thought about it, but he was also a little embarrassed. He hesitated for a long time, finally thought about it, and calmly told the two juniors a key point of the year. It turned out that the story that Lao Zhong told me for the first time had some reservations. He seemed to have forgotten some important links in the middle, which led to my logical mistakes.