What on Earth Was This Group Made Of?

"This guy brought mahjong tiles onto the train?"

Although they didn't say anything, the three roommates in front of them undoubtedly shared similar thoughts.

However, the mahjong set seemed to possess a magical Magic Power. As soon as their eyes were focused on it, the three of them naturally sat down at the four corners of the table, brought out their suitcases, piled them up to form a small square table, and began to play mahjong.

The process of playing mahjong was rather unremarkable, but as round after round of mahjong went on, the number of paper slips on their faces gradually increased, and the three roommates' eyes began to sharpen.

Feng Xue was pleased with this and continued drawing cards while observing her roommates' reactions.

This mahjong set may seem ordinary, but the fact that it could be taken out of Guitar Case already indicates that it possesses a [weapon] element.

Name: Phantom Object Handmade Mahjong Set

Elements: [Gambling Tool], [Toys], [Weapons], [Entertainment], [Popularity], [Sturdiness]

Description: A set of hand-carved mahjong tiles may look ordinary, but it seems to possess a unique attraction that naturally draws attention until the end of a round.

In addition, the materials used in this mahjong set are extremely exquisite, making it suitable even as a throwing object. However, it should be noted that if a tile hits the skin, it will leave a corresponding mark.

Note: Nine out of ten Chinese people play mahjong. Whether you knew how to play before or not, by the time you see this, you already know how.

As a weapon, this thing is unremarkable, with only the ability to mark opponents. However, as an entertainment prop, it has the magical effect of diverting everyone's attention. And once everyone's attention is focused on the mahjong game, Feng Xue no longer needs to worry about her teammates making foolish mistakes.

The snow outside kept falling, but the four people inside were engrossed in their game. Feng Xue held a cup of flower tea from Infinite City, watching her three roommates, their mouths dry but still glued to her cards, and couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Even the occasional Ghostly Shadow appearing outside the window seemed to become even more beautiful... Wait a minute, why are you watching too?

I've gained a new understanding of how mahjong can be so captivating. Glancing at the Entering God State Ghostly Shadow watching the game, I felt like I recognized his physique...

Hmm, it seems to be the same person from last night?

"Scare!"

Their eyes met by chance, and the Ghostly Shadow outside the window suddenly changed its expression, breaking free from the mahjong tiles' attraction and vanishing without a trace, leaving Feng Xue completely bewildered.

"Don't get distracted, it's your turn!"

Mango Girl from the opposing team reminded him through gritted teeth. Her face was covered with notes, and her intense resentment was almost overflowing as Battle Qi.

"Oh." Feng Xue picked up a tile upon hearing this, but continued to observe her roommate. "As long as I don't intend to win, I basically won't lose." This statement is quite accurate when it comes to mahjong. Of course, if all fourteen tiles are discarded tiles that would make you a loser... well, in that case, you can play a risky tile and discard the smallest one.

However, although Feng Xue didn't care about winning or losing, he did possess the passive abilities of Tag "lucky" and having "Tough Luck," so...

"Oh, self-touching."

"Damn it!" Mango Girl immediately cursed. Ghost Girl and Bread Girl didn't look too good either, but they were willing to accept their bet, so they each stuck another piece of paper on their faces.

In other words, they were playing regular mahjong, which doesn't count as a set of points; otherwise, the number of slips of paper on their faces would have been several times higher.

"Keep going, keep going!" Mango Girl scratched her head vigorously and pushed over the deck of cards in front of her to start shuffling. Feng Xue frowned, however, as he vaguely heard a series of footsteps.

The train had only been moving for a short time; even if there were only one or two train attendants, why were so many people walking around in the aisle?

Thinking of this, he became alert, shuffling the cards while keeping an eye on the door. About ten seconds later, the car door was suddenly flung open, and four women in leather jackets rushed in. The leader glanced around and sneered:

"Didn't you say this private room was full of beautiful women? Why is there a man here?"

"Whatever, just kill him and that's it. In this freezing weather, who would know if I just threw him out of the car?"

As he spoke, the man who had spoken to him pulled out a pistol and said menacingly:

"All of you, stand up straight! Don't make a scene. We'll let you off the bus once we've had our fun! If you don't know what's good for you... this is what will happen!"

"Bang!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, a gunshot rang out amidst the smoke inside the carriage. Although it was equipped with a silencer, the sound was still clearly audible at such close range.

However, even more shocking than the gunshot was the sudden backward movement of Feng Xue, who had been watching the scene unfold. She was thrown back dramatically, rolled half a circle on the lower bunk, and then fell silent after hitting the wall.

"No, don't come any closer!"

Seemingly genuinely frightened by the act of firing without a word, Mango Girl abruptly shrank back a few steps, while Ghost Girl collapsed to the ground, with a slight discoloration visible on the hem of her skirt.

Seeing this, the leader revealed a cold smile and looked at Mango Girl, saying:

"This isn't the first time I've done this. Forget your little schemes! The Train Police got off at Sanlian Station a long time ago! This is Kent Country; they don't send Train Police on board!"

As soon as the words were spoken, Mango Girl, who had been secretly holding the Train Police call button in her hand while backing away, turned deathly pale. The man, however, didn't approach immediately, but instead gave a wink to the younger sister (or brother?) behind him:

"Throw that pretty boy out, he'll stink in a minute!"

"What kind of logic is this! Shouldn't they subdue the living ones first before bothering with me, the dead one?" Feng Xue had originally planned to play dead and watch the show, couldn't help but curse inwardly as the footsteps grew closer. This rule- Weird Tale was simply unreasonable. A small pistol could actually penetrate Kamen Rider Armor. Who knows if there was some kind of forced lock-on skill involved?

Just as he had calculated the distance perfectly and was about to launch a sudden attack, his eyes suddenly First Turn, and he secretly pressed the button to call the flight attendant.

Within seconds, a flight attendant in a blue hat, red top, and green skirt appeared at the door. She seemed completely ignoring the uninvited guest in the room, and said with a professional smile:

"Dear passenger, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Damn it!" The bandit leader turned around angrily, hiding his gun behind his back. Just as he was about to yell at the man to leave, the younger sister (or brother?) beside him quickly said:

"Boss, calm down. Isn't this just enough to go around?"

"You're so clever, kid!" The leader glared at him, but since he'd already been seen, he didn't care whether the flight attendant's disappearance would cause problems, and immediately said:

"Come in and help us clean the room!"

"Okay, please wait a moment." The flight attendant, still sporting her professional smile, bent down to retrieve some simple tools from the cart and walked over. But as she entered the cabin, a sharp, cracking sound of bones breaking echoed through the room...

"A sheep lives without eating or drinking" isn't a typo (I know the old saying is "pretending to live"), it's a reference from tabletop role-playing games... Of course, as I said before, if you don't know the reference, just pretend I misspelled it; as long as you understand the meaning...

P. S.: Although I think everyone probably already knows this, I'll still mention it briefly.

In Mahjong, a "banker" is four rounds, a "half-banker" is two rounds, and a "round" means each of the four players takes turns being the banker.

In Japanese mahjong terms, if the wind tile lands on the south side, it's half a round; if it lands on the north side, it's a full round.

In other words, playing one round is equivalent to at least sixteen rounds, not including consecutive rounds, hence the nickname "bladder round".