This was going to a card game, not an interview.
If one were to go to a place like this and bring a camera, it would be tantamount to courting death.
Liu Sandao knew nothing about playing cards. If it hadn't been for Bai Suxiang's incessant chatter along the way, explaining the intricacies of the game, Liu Sandao wouldn't have even known about its existence.
Qian Shumei had arranged to meet Bai Suxiang around six o'clock.
This time was typically for dinner, but to save time and play more rounds, Qian Shumei squeezed in an appearance at the mahjong parlor.
Most mahjong parlors provided food, so she wasn't worried about going hungry.
At the entrance of the parlor, Qian Shumei called out to Bai Suxiang from a distance.
She explained her plan to Bai Suxiang.
Strangely, Bai Suxiang seemed to grasp these things instinctively. By all accounts, she shouldn't have been the type to be addicted to gambling, nor should she have understood so quickly.
This was something Liu Sandao also found perplexing.
Once everything was arranged, Qian Shumei entered first.
Bai Suxiang and Liu Sandao waited for a while before entering.
The mahjong parlor was on the first floor and contained seven or eight tables. Despite it being dinner time, it was packed.
When Bai Suxiang entered, Qian Shumei was already seated at one of the tables, not looking at Bai Suxiang at all, as if they were strangers.
As soon as Liu Sandao entered, he felt a sense of something foul nearby.
This was understandable. Bai Suxiang's Qilin Jade had a connection with Qian Shumei, and it was likely that she had been targeted by the entity. In other words, one of the souls dispatched by the entity had locked onto her as its target.
Therefore, if they kept an eye on Qian Shumei, the entity was bound to appear.
While ordinary immortals possessed the "Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown," causing many malevolent spirits to automatically avoid them, Liu Sandao was different. In a crowd, he was like a hidden immortal, his spiritual energy concealed.
Unless engaged in combat, their powers would not be able to detect him.
This was precisely why Soul No. 2, in front of Liu Sandao, had unabashedly attempted to take Cheng Dong's life.
A new player could only join a mahjong table when a seat became available.
Before a seat opened up, Bai Suxiang could only watch others play.
"Oh! A new face. And a pretty one at that!"
"Hahaha, don't let the innocent look fool you. How many of them aren't like that!"
Several people whispered amongst themselves.
Among the women who frequented mahjong parlors, the more beautiful they were, the more prone they were to fall.
Compared to others, they attracted more attention, but most of it was ill-intentioned.
Bai Suxiang feigned composure. She hadn't orchestrated anything.
However, having read numerous novels detailing the practices in casinos, she understood Qian Shumei's intentions immediately.
As for playing cards, gambling was forbidden in her home, but during festivals and holidays, they would engage in simple entertainment.
Most importantly, Liu Sandao was an immortal. If he wished, he could help her at any time.
On the way, Bai Suxiang had already explained her plan to Liu Sandao. He hadn't replied, which she took as tacit approval.
"Oh dear, there's one seat open. Who wants to join this game?"
As soon as Qian Shumei saw someone leaving, she immediately called out, deliberately raising her voice towards Bai Suxiang.
Bai Suxiang made a show of running over, "Count me in, count me in! Is that okay, elder sister?"
"Hey! I say, young lady, do you even know how to play mahjong!"
Qian Shumei deliberately acted cold and even blocked Bai Suxiang with her hand as she tried to sit down.
"I do, I do! If I didn't, why would I be here!"
Saying that, Bai Suxiang quickly sat down.
Qian Shumei put on a nonchalant expression and began shuffling the mahjong tiles.
Liu Sandao followed and Bai Suxiang asked him to bring a chair and sit down.
Everything seemed ordinary, as if nothing out of the ordinary was about to happen here.
A rigged game wasn't always set up from the very beginning. Liu Sandao paid it no mind; his attention was solely focused on when the soul would appear.
Indeed, after Bai Suxiang and the others had played three rounds, a chilling aura surged from the southwest corner of the mahjong parlor.
It had appeared. Liu Sandao stared at it intently.
The soul was entirely black, its hair disheveled, and its beard unkempt. Its appearance was more terrifying than a Rakshasa.
Fortunately, the people here couldn't see it, or they would have been scared to death.
Another round began. Qian Shumei deliberately tossed her tiles towards Bai Suxiang's side and deliberately announced, "East wind!"
Bai Suxiang understood. It was about to begin.
She immediately gave Liu Sandao a look, signaling for his help. Liu Sandao nodded.
However, this hand didn't even require Liu Sandao's assistance. Every tile Bai Suxiang played had already been pre-determined.
Since Qian Shumei's luck was inherently excellent, whether or not a spell was cast was no longer important. Su Dan Fiction Network
Whatever Qian Shumei wanted, it appeared. She was close to getting thirteen orphans, with only one tile left.
Although Bai Suxiang had discarded a few useless tiles in between, it didn't affect the overall outcome. Seeing Qian Shumei's beaming face, Bai Suxiang attributed it to Liu Sandao's efforts.
In reality, Liu Sandao hadn't intervened at all.
Just as Qian Shumei was about to get the last tile, she instinctively touched it with her finger.
People who touch tiles without looking, often claiming to know what they are, are either masters or seasoned veterans.
By touching them this way, they displayed their superior skill, claiming to know what the tile was without looking, with a touch of boastfulness.
Only Liu Sandao noticed something unusual. As Qian Shumei touched the tile, the soul seemed to blow a breath towards her.
It turned out the mastermind behind this was the entity.
"Mahjong!"
Qian Shumei shouted excitedly.
Having lost for three rounds, she had now won back all her previous losses in one go. She felt she was destined to dominate today!
Liu Sandao observed the situation, waiting to see what the soul intended to do.
Judging by its appearance, it was unlikely to merely provoke Qian Shumei like Soul No. 2, nor was it a god of wealth bestowing riches.
Even if the God of Wealth Zhao were here, he might not bestow wealth so directly.
When winning money, everyone involved deserves credit. Qian Shumei attributed it entirely to Bai Suxiang.
She hadn't expected this young lady, despite her age, to be so adept at rigging games.
Anyone who could enter this place was a seasoned player; their usual tricks would have been seen through long ago.
But the other two players at the table, with whom she had played and lost in the past few days, remained silent today, even offering smiles.
Qian Shumei knew that they were not resigned and were secretly plotting a comeback in the upcoming rounds.
But no matter what they thought, events continued to unfold in Qian Shumei's favor.
Bai Suxiang played, even intentionally sacrificing tiles to others. Qian Shumei paid no attention to these minor details, even seeming to hope she would make more sacrifices.
Only Soul No. 5, intermittently, blew a breath. It blew the scent of money that intoxicated Qian Shumei.