It's okay, this is exactly the effect Lu Mingran wanted.
It is said that many children in China, even if they don't know how to play mahjong, have still seen their mothers and fathers playing mahjong. When Lu Mingran was a child, he often went to the activity room to find his mother. At that time, his toy was mahjong, and he learned how to play it just by watching.
Furthermore, since one can do whatever one wants in lucid dreams, Lu Mingran can draw whatever cards she wants.
"bump!"
"Wow, that's impressive!"
Lu Mingran happily pushed the cards aside: "Hehe, I won!"
With a whoosh, amidst the sound of shuffling the cards, Lu Mingran stretched out her hand, beaming with joy: "Give me the money, give me the money!"
Poor Jack, this foreign son-in-law, looked at mahjong as if it were a book written in heaven, and building a Great Wall was like building blocks. All he could hear was the word "money." After a few rounds, he had lost most of his money from his bank account.
Not only did he lose money, but his wife also got angry with him, pinching his arm several times and saying that if he lost again, he would have to kneel on the keyboard.
Hee hee, come on Jack, tremble before the mysterious power of the East!
This was truly a very pleasant lucid dream for Lu Mingran.
Soon after, Jack regained consciousness. Lu Mingran observed him for a moment and immediately felt at peace.
Jack's anchor was a lace headband for girls, a first birthday gift from his godfather.
But what good is regaining consciousness? He's a foreigner who knows nothing about the rules of mahjong. He doesn't know where to start if he wants to do whatever he wants. He just stares blankly as others eat and pong, while he doesn't even know what the tiles mean.
At this point, Lu Mingran began to feign ignorance, acting as if she hadn't yet regained consciousness and was merely being forced to play mahjong. Yes, she was just a ruthless mahjong machine.
Jack was just a cannon fodder extra; in terms of strength, he was far inferior to Lu Mingran, so Lu Mingran easily took control of the situation.
Later, Jack managed to steer the plot back to the ghost story theme, but Lu Mingran secretly exerted her strength, and the plot changed to:
Two demons stood before the card table, blood streaming from their seven orifices, beckoning to him and Jack:
"Come on, come on, let's play mahjong."
The exorcist has arrived; let's play a game of mahjong first.
After defeating the evil spirits, the whole family happily ate hot pot and played mahjong!
Finally, with a crisp "I won!", the dungeon ended.
Dust floated in a beam of light in the basement. On either side of that light, two people on two beds slowly woke up, their eyelids fluttering.
When Jack woke up, his first instinct was to reach into his pocket.
When Lu Mingran woke up, her first reaction was to touch her right hand.
Not only was she touched, but Lu Mingran also screamed, "Ah, my hand!"
Jack's face darkened: "What happened to your hand?"
“I don’t know why,” Lu Mingran said seriously, “I’m not in a good state this time. I keep following my dreams, like I’m playing mahjong non-stop!”
Jack touched his empty pockets, a bright smile on his face.
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They weren't completely broke, but they were definitely short a lot of money, not enough to cover the next practice dungeon run.
This way, he wouldn't have a legitimate reason to go in and find out Cheng Yungui's background. In the end, he shouldn't have started this two-person game.
no way……
Jack could only grit his teeth and take off his pants.
"Count," he called out tremblingly.
After learning the whole story, the count tapped the table with his gemstone ring for a long time.
Do you think the money I gave you came from thin air?
"This is the reward that many people in our camp received after risking their lives to complete the mission. Every single bill has their blood on it."
Jack bowed his head deeply: "Yes, Earl, I know."
"Okay, don't hide it from me."
The count suddenly became amiable: "Tell me, where exactly did you spend the money?"
“I’m telling the truth, Earl!”
Jack was on the verge of tears: "I really lost everything playing mahjong!"
The count was now furious:
"What mahjong! I think you've been eating too much hotpot, sesame paste?"
Chapter 53 Want to be the King of the Night? No way (5)
That night, Jack had a nightmare. In his dream, the count's face and colorful mahjong tiles appeared alternately. Finally, the image froze on the mahjong table. He looked up and saw Lu Mingran's sinister smile across the table.
Blood flowed from Lu Mingran's seven orifices, and she transformed into the appearance of a demon:
Want to play mahjong?
At the same time, Cheng Yungui was also having nightmares.
This dream was very strange. He was fully aware that he was dreaming, but he couldn't control his body at all. He could only observe everything as if he were possessing someone else's body.
He saw himself dressed in medieval European clothes, all in black. Although he was standing in front of a window in an ancient castle, judging from the way others addressed him, he was just a servant.
With a clap of thunder, the darkness outside the window was torn apart by lightning. Cheng Yungui felt a pang of panic, and then the body turned around.
A woman draped in a black cloak was approaching him. The woman walked quickly, and after she came over, she gave him a meaningful look. Cheng Yungui felt his hands clench tightly, his palms icy cold.
Then, Cheng Yungui followed the woman down the spiral staircase. They reached the castle gate and boarded a carriage together.
After getting into the car, Cheng Yungui vaguely noticed that the woman seemed to be holding something in her arms, and it was wrapped up very tightly.
Outside, the rain was pouring down. Just before the carriage was about to speed away from the manor gates, the old servant stopped them with a lantern, its light flashing towards the carriage.
“Our mother is sick, sir.”
Cheng Yungui leaned out and spoke, not in Chinese, but he understood what Cheng Yungui meant.
Seeing that the old servant was still hesitant, he continued, "Please, let us go home."
"Okay, but it's raining so hard, you have to be careful."
The old servant finally made way, and the woman beside him breathed a sigh of relief, took off the hood of her cloak, and revealed a pale face.
When Cheng Yungui looked at the woman, she was untying the belt of her cloak. Soon, an infant hidden under her clothes appeared before Cheng Yungui's eyes.
A baby with two heads, sleeping peacefully.
Another clap of thunder sounded outside the carriage.
Cheng Yungui was terrified, but the owner of this body remained calm. He even reached out to touch the child's face and said, "God bless."
Just as Cheng Yungui thought he would have to keep watching, the sound of hooves caught up with the carriage.
The next moment, Cheng Yungui felt as if his soul was being torn apart, forcibly detached from his body. When he was able to move, he had already rolled onto the muddy mountain road outside the carriage, and was about to continue rolling down the mountain.
But immediately a hand reached out and grabbed his clothes, forcefully pulling him onto the back of a horse. After a bumpy ride, Cheng Yungui, panting, instinctively leaned against the person in front of him, whose body was soaked by the rain.
"Hold on tight," the man said. "I'm not very good at riding horses. Getting you up here was an absurd thing that happened in my dream."
Wait, that sound...
Cheng Yungui uttered his first words after entering this dream:
"Mingran!"
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Entering someone's dream is a very impolite thing to do in this world.
Here, those who have practiced lucid dreaming to a certain level can enter other people's dreams. What will they do once inside? Perhaps they'll simply sightsee, or perhaps they'll commit murder. Therefore, this world has a rule that allows players to kill intruders in their dreams.
If Cheng Yungui hadn't recognized who the man on horseback was, he probably would have immediately produced a sword and stabbed him in the back.
The first thing Cheng Yungui thought of after waking up the next morning, with his eyes still closed, was to find Lu Mingran and settle accounts.
To his surprise, when he angrily opened his eyes, he saw a familiar face staring at him.
Lu Mingran was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking down at him, and her expression was as if she were observing a rabbit being used for experiments.
"!" Cheng Yungui sat up, and Lu Mingran leaned back in time to avoid their heads bumping together.
How did you end up in my room?
After asking the question, Cheng Yungui realized he had another one to ask: "How did you end up in my dream?!"
“Uh,” Lu Mingran stood up, “I told your housekeeper that you made an appointment with me yesterday.”
"As for the dream, it was indeed me who entered it without permission."
Lu Mingran pointed at Cheng Yungui's hand: "You slept with those two things in your hand last night?"
Cheng Yungui held the two dice in his right hand.
...
Lu Mingran already knew last night that he would fall asleep holding the dice; it was a plot point in the novel.
The system discussed with Lu Mingran whether they should sneak into his room and forcibly pry his hands open, so that he would not dream about the Nellie siblings and would have less interaction with the Earl.
"Eek—" Lu Mingran exclaimed in horror and fear, "You want me to go to his room in the middle of the night and touch his hand?"
"What else? Are you planning to let him understand the fantasy settings of this world?"
Lu Mingran's expression suddenly turned serious. He shook his head and said, "Do you know how to make a message spread quickly?"
After a long pause, Lu Mingran raised her face and smiled, "Ban it."
In the novel, Cheng Yungui reads about the events of that year from a first-person perspective. He is deeply moved by the emotions of the Nellie siblings, which leads him to become closer to the master's faction and do many things that deviate from the main plot.
Therefore, Lu Mingran decided to participate in his dream, pull him out, and look at the story with him from an outsider's perspective.
"He needs me by his side."
After saying that, Lu Mingran also prepared her excuse for tomorrow morning.