As the White Lotus Female Match In the Infinite Stream

This coffin is obviously about to be opened.

Zhao Su, Guan Ruiyuan, and Duan Ang showed a little panic in their eyes. They stopped in place and watched the seven or eight players swarming forward, heading towards the coffin. And those honor guards and the villagers who followed him stopped what they were doing at this moment and stared dumbfounded at the chaotic scene in front of them.

Zhao Su licked her lips, and she took Guan Ruiyuan and Duan Ang to step back.

The surprised expressions on the faces of the villagers were exactly the same, as if they had been engraved with the same look. As for those players, the expressions on their faces were even more crazy, hideous and terrifying in the dark.

The expressions of Xin Qiu and the others changed, the burdens on their shoulders dangled, no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't stop the final result.

The coffin began to shake, and the flowers on it fell first. The white petals fluttered gently and landed on the dirty dirt floor. The khaki mud splashed up, knocking the paper petals into the ground. Immediately afterwards, the coffin fell to the ground with a "pop".

There are a few more dirty marks on the original thick coffin.

"It's broken, it's broken." At the moment when the coffin landed, the village chief and the villagers seemed to have reacted, and anxious expressions appeared on their faces at the same time. The village chief leaned on a cane, and his intact eyes were full of despair: "It's over, it's over."

Other villagers also showed expressions of horror. They didn't even want the suona or drum, and turned around and ran back to the way they came. On those muddy paths, one more messy footprint soon appeared after another. Even, some people were so panicked that they stepped on the fields, and the crops in the fields collapsed to the ground in such a mess.

The scene is chaotic.

The three of them stood on the spot without moving.

The expressions on everyone's faces were panic, and the movements of them turning and running were so real. But I don't know why, more and more unreality emerged in Chaosu's psychology.

The surrounding wind is real.

The dirt under your feet is real.

Even the people around are real people.

Chaosu touched Grandma Wang's chin before, it was warm, not like a dead person or a dummy. However, the more you look, the more similar they look.

"Do you think they are very similar?" Chao Su looked at the villager who was running in front. That's Ah Zhuang. As his name suggests, he is very strong, and he is also the fastest running at the moment. The flashlight was thrown on the ground at some point, and the dazzling light hit him. Chao Su could clearly see the trajectory of his every step.

Heel down, toes next, then step forward with your left foot, on your right heel, and look behind you from time to time.

The second runner was Ah Niu. Although Ah Niu was not as strong as Ah Zhuang, in general, he still had some physical strength. He ran very lightly, and the frequency of his footsteps was very fast, but the only thing that made Chao Su feel more frightened was that after running seven or eight steps, he, like Zhuang, turned his head and glanced behind him.

The pale flashlight shone on A Niu's face like this, the shadow and light made him look like a real person for a moment.

Zhao Su then turned his eyes away, and his eyes fell on other people. After watching this round, she lowered her eyes and reached out to hold Guan Ruiyuan's arm beside her.

"What's wrong?" Guan Ruiyuan asked with her head lowered. She could feel Chao Su's hand on her arm trembling slightly. She held Chao Su's hand back and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Zhao Su pursed her lips, she didn't speak, just picked up the phone from Guan Ruiyuan's hand. She aimed at the coffin.

In the camera is a sedan chair. The curtain of the sedan chair has been opened halfway, and a few slender fingers are lightly placed on the red curtain. In Chao Su's camera, the red embroidered shoe just took a step forward.

Chao Su held the mobile phone in her hand, she felt that she was half awake now, but half as if she had broken into the hazy mist, unable to see the direction.

She turned to look at the villagers who were running outwards.

He could only run forward in small steps.

One, two, three…

Four.

Five.

Six.

When the "seventh" second was counted, Chao Su saw Sister Li and Grandma Wang turning back from the front in a unified manner.

One or two is fine... Seven, eight, nine, ten... It was so dense that almost half of the people turned their heads one after another. A dazzling light fell on their wrinkled faces.

For a moment, Chao Su was frightened.

"There's something wrong with this." Guan Ruiyuan followed Zhao Su's gaze and saw this terrifying scene at once.

Duan Ang: "My intuition now tells me that both sides are dangerous."

Guan Ruiyuan: "Then we will stand still?"

Duan Ang: "It is also dangerous to stand still."

You can’t face the coffin head-on, you can’t turn around and run, and you can’t stand still, so what else can you do? What else can be done?

They don't seem to have any other choice!

In the ten seconds of their conversation, the originally suppressed laughter grew louder and louder. There was a "bang, bang, bang" sound inside the coffin, as if something was struggling to get out of it. The front camera of Chaosu's mobile phone clearly presents the scene of another world.

In the mirrored world, the curtain of the sedan chair was slowly pulled open, revealing half of the eyebrows of the person in the sedan chair. Just looking at those eyebrows makes people feel their heart beating faster. The eyebrows are picturesque and the eyes are poetic. She looked over like this, and showed a timid smile towards Chao Su.

Zhao Su took a small step back.

From her point of view, she can only see the front of the woman, but not her side-a woman is now like a three-dimensional poster in a supermarket, with only one front, side, and thin Like a piece of paper.

No, to be precise, this woman only has such a thin layer of skin left.

Beauty Skin.

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…

Africa stood around the coffin, waiting for an opportunity.

In his field of vision, where other people can't see, there are constantly a series of numbers beating one after another.

His innate constitution is a gamer, which is his innate constitution.

[Physical talent 1: Luck blessing. Lucky to be with the brave. The higher the number jumps when the more dangerous you are doing, the higher the probability of proving success. 】

The African chief was waiting on the spot, staring at the string of numbers in the air, trying to find the largest number among the many 11, 35, and 28.

For some reason, he feels a little strange now.

But what is strange, the African chief can't tell.

He had to focus on the beating numbers.

22, 32, 11, 0, 1, 5, 8…

This kind of thing depends on feeling, he has always been random. But for some reason, he suddenly had a hunch in his heart today. Wait, wait, wait, not right now. Like a spell, it was tightly wrapped around his heart.

Wait, wait, wait.

Africa said to herself. His eyes were fixed on the coffin in front of him, and he saw that the upper coffin board began to shake up and down, making a "bang, bang, bang" sound. This sound, accompanied by the sharp laughter, constantly stimulated the eardrums and heart of the African Emirates.

Invisibly, he had an inexplicable sense of suffocation and tension.

Suddenly, the laughter stopped, and there was a long silence and stillness in the air. Then, Feiqi heard a sound that made the back of his head go numb. It was the sound of nails scratching against the coffin board.

He opened his eyes wide, his legs trembled, and wanted to leave first. However, the brain told him, bewitching him:

"Stay, stay!"

His eyes widened, and he finally stood tenaciously at the coffin. Seeing that the coffin board of the coffin was lifted little by little, a hand covered in flesh and blood was placed on the edge of the coffin, and a blood-red handprint appeared on the edge of the black-brown coffin.

Under the terrified eyes of the African chiefs, the coffin board fell to the ground with a bang, and a skeleton stood up from the coffin. On the skeleton stand was a shroud with bright red blood handprints printed on it. It stood up from the coffin like this, the pair of bony hands firmly held the somewhat broken coffin board, turned its head slightly, and looked at the African chief.

The empty eyes came to the front of the African chief. At the same time, the numbers in front of the African Emirates jumped even more for more dangerous reasons.

The heart of African Emirates contracted urgently at this moment, and even the illusion of angina pectoris appeared at this moment. He heard his brain say to himself:

"That's it."

"Now is the time for him!"

After the cerebral nerves sent out such a command, the African chief said without hesitation, "Sure!"

At this juncture of life and death, his eyes were fixed on the number that kept flashing in front of his eyes, watching the string of numbers continue to pass in front of his eyes, and finally became "67".

The game is successful.

Luck so much?

A look of astonishment flashed in the eyes of the African chief, he quickly stepped back, and wiped the pair of flesh-stained skeleton hands dangerously and dangerously. Some of the smelly blood rubbed against his chin, and finally dripped down his chin bit by bit onto his vest.

The black vest immediately gave off a disgusting smell of corpse.

Africa's heart trembled. For some reason, he now has an inexplicable confidence.

He thought he could put on that shroud.

The shroud on the skeleton was even more stained with blood. The skeleton dodged and came to the side of the African chief. The coffin board in its hand was raised high and slammed towards the top of the African chief's head.

At this critical moment, the African chief was suddenly tripped by the collapsed crops on the ground and rushed forward. When his body was about to fall to the ground, he naturally rolled forward.

With a "pop", the coffin board fell behind him, causing a strong wind. The cold wind was mixed with dust and mud, and fell on African Emirates like crazy. The black vest of the African chief was stained with dirt like this. But now the African Emirates can't care so much anymore. After a short period of rejoicing, he immediately ran towards the front.

However, after running two or three steps, he noticed something was wrong, and when he was running, he turned his head and looked behind him.

The skeleton man was standing on the spot in embarrassment, bowing his head and installing its bone hand. The bones and bones rotated, twisted and collided with each other, and then slowly covered with a layer of blood-red flesh, giving people a terrifying feeling of grinning.

Apparently it's installing it by hand!

It will break its hand after it attacks!

After confirming this, there was an unspeakable impulse in the heart of the African chief!

He wants that shroud!

Under your "lucky blessing" talent, try to attract the opponent to attack you as much as possible. In this way, after the opponent's two hands are completely useless, there may be a chance to **** the shroud on his body. After "understanding" the weakness of the goblin, Afro felt the panic was slowly receding.

He calmly analyzed the skeleton ghost's every move.

It takes ten seconds to install Bone Hand.

Pick up the coffin board, it takes three seconds.

When picking up the coffin board, there is a certain chance that the bone hand will break.

For example, the coffin board was too heavy just now, directly crushing the bones of the skeleton ghost. The broken bones and flesh were scattered on the ground like this, and the skeleton ghost squatted down again, picked up the broken bones, and installed them step by step.

Sure enough…

When its body parts are mutilated, the skeleton ghost will lower its head to pick up the parts it fell, such as hands and feet.

Thinking like this, the African chief felt his physical strength, and it was estimated that there was still about half a minute before the end of the "lucky blessing" talent. This time is enough for him to get the shroud on the skeleton ghost.

He stepped forward quickly and walked forward, then, as if seeing something, his eyes widened in surprise. The next moment, his flesh, his bones disappeared. Only a thin layer of skin remained - after stagnating in the air for three or four seconds, it finally seemed to have lost some support and fell softly to the ground.

The phone that kept the screen always on and did not lock the screen just fell to the ground. The front camera is clearly aimed at the dark sky, and a red corner of the clothes flashes in the camera.

"Grumbling."

When the wind blew, two dark eyeballs rolled off the skin.

The skeleton ghost slowly picked up these two eyeballs and stuffed them into their sockets.