The eighth son of the Thief Immortal Sect looked pale and murmured to himself: "We lost! I should believe..."

"I didn't lose!" Jiang Chuanbing said angrily: "I was just careless for a moment, come again, come again..."

After Jiang Chuanbing shouted "come again" twice, the black and white pieces appeared on the chessboard again.

Lao Liu sneered and shook his head: "He lost again! A chess player loses his cool and can only lose more and more. Just now, his chess moves were still somewhat vigorous, but now he is looking forward and backward. If he continues like this, there is no need.

How long will it take before he loses again?"

Soon after, Jiang Chuanbing's eyes turned red and he threw the chess piece on the table: "I lost this game, come again!"

Immediately, a burst of evil laughter from ghosts and gods was heard in the mountain forest, and the mist that had originally gathered in the mountain rolled down again, surrounding the eight and a half rooms.

There was chaos eight and a half rooms away, but Jiang Chuanbing didn't seem to hear the screams eight and a half rooms away. He kept beating the chessboard with his hands: "Play chess, play chess..."

Jiang Jiuyuan waved his hand and slapped the other person on the face: "Shut up! Have you won? How many more people do you want to kill?"

Jiang Chuanbing roared with bloodshot eyes: "If you dare to insult my chess skills, if you insult my chess skills, you are insulting me! I..."

When Jiang Chuanbing stood up, he was stopped by someone - the person who took action was none other than Jia Yixiao, who had met me once in Beishui Town.

Jia Yixiao said in a deep voice: "Stop, you can't win!"

"No... I can win!" Jiang Chuanbing said sternly: "One more time! I only need one more time to win."

Jia Yixiao sighed while tapping the other person's acupuncture points, and asked his men to pull him aside. He turned towards the entrance of the village, cupped his hands and said, "Master Liu, I know, you can hear me."

"I would like to ask Master to help break this ghost chess game."

Lao Liu said to the mirror: "You can let me take action, I want a lifetime."

Jia Yixiao frowned slightly: "I'm afraid I can't agree to Master Liu, so you should change your conditions!"

Old Liu said coldly: "I only want longevity, and it is life without discount. If you want to change the conditions, then let someone else play chess!"

Jia Yixiao responded: "As far as I know, Liangjietang came to Yunyin Village just for an earth soul. How about we get that earth soul for you?"

Old Liu said with a smile: "We are only capturing earth souls in exchange for longevity. Since life is the only thing that does not exist, why should I sacrifice the near for the distant?"

"One thousand years of life, pay in person, and the loss must be calculated. Other than that, there is no discussion."

Jia Yixiao hesitated for a moment before saying, "Just wait for me to think about it!"

Old Liu said with a smile: "You'd better not say anything about forcibly taking away one's life. We only need to borrow the person's lifespan. We, the Two Realms Hall, can't afford the cause and effect of taking away one's life!"

The lifespans between the borrowers can be used as bargaining chips to be transferred to each other, regardless of cause and effect.

Forcibly taking away the life span of ordinary people will definitely not be tolerated by the underworld, and it is entangled with cause and effect. Naturally, Lao Liu will not do such a stupid thing!

Jiang Chuanbing roared: "Brother, what are we afraid of him for? He wants longevity, and I won't give it to him for a day. Believe me, I will definitely win in the next round."

Jia Yixiao really couldn't stand Jiang Chuanbing's noise, so she raised her hand to seal his mute point.

Old Liu smiled and said: "Wusheng wants that blood chess piece, right? You know very well that if you give us a dozen years of longevity, the Reincarnation Division and the civil servants will lose the trump card to restrict our boss. So, you don't want to offend the Reincarnation Division,

I don’t even want to offend the civil servants of the underworld.”

"However, I have to ask you: don't you want the blood chess pieces?"

"It's easy to escape in Yunyin Village, but it's hard to get the blood chess pieces!"

Jia Yixiao raised his head and closed his eyes hard: "Master Liu, I want to ask you. Are you plotting against Wu Sheng early in the morning? Your goal is not to steal the soul of the door, but to us Wu Sheng.

It’s Shouyuan, right?”

"Hahahaha..." Old Liu laughed and said: "You think of me too much. If it were your master Yu Qingzhu who was in charge, would it be the same?"

Jia Yixiao handed over his hand again: "Junior, I accept it! I can sign the contract on behalf of Wu Sheng!"

"Very good!" Old Liu said with a smile: "I heard that Yu Qingzhu's tea art is unique. How authentic are you?"

Jia Yixiao smiled bitterly and said: "Junior, let's make tea now and welcome the senior."

While Jia Yixiao was talking, he actually asked his men to take out teapots from eight rooms.

For this teapot, Wu Sheng sacrificed several lives in succession. Finally, Wu Sheng's borrower rushed back to half the room, his body covered in blood, and he was still holding the teapot tightly in his hand.

No matter how fastidious Jianghu people are, they will not run around carrying tea sets on their backs, let alone boil water and make tea regardless of the occasion.

Lao Liu's so-called making tea just requires Jia Yixiao's attitude. Even if there is no water in the pot, even if he uses fire to burn an empty pot, he can still be considered as making tea to entertain guests.

As long as Jia Yixiao takes out the teapot, his Taoist heart will be broken. From then on, Lao Liu will become a nightmare in his life, and he will not even have the courage to fight Lao Liu.

Moreover, what Lao Liu wants to break is not just Jia Yixiao's Daoist heart.
Chapter completed!