"Go ahead, King, do you want to play or not."
Next player: "It's your turn."
Run Sheng: "No, I don't want it."
Li Zhiyuan: "Three sevens with a five."
Next player: "I'll take it."
Li Zhiyuan: "Three tens with a seven."
Run Sheng: "Xiao Yuan, don't rush to play, it's my turn to take."
Li Zhiyuan slammed the small table and shouted at Run Sheng:
"Open your eyes and see, where do we have any next or previous player!!!"
Run Sheng was startled by the shout, he subconsciously wanted to retort, but turned his head and looked around, and suddenly realized:
"Right, there are only two of us, how can we play a three-player game of Fight the Landlord?"
The next moment, the cold evening breeze blew.
Li Zhiyuan and Run Sheng both shivered, and then they realized that the two of them, who were originally sitting inside the ceremonial tent playing cards, were somehow sitting on a grave.
