Game of Destiny: This player is different

Fast as lightning, unavoidable.

Die!

You ghost.

Under Jiang Yingxue's gaze, her palm hit the little girl in red on the forehead.

It is estimated that God also felt this determination, and the second-stage wind attribute damage of Huifeng Palm was also triggered.

Correspondingly, a relieved smile appeared on Jiang Yingxue's pretty face.

Sure enough, relying on others is worse than relying on yourself.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The little girl in red stood there in a daze, with that weird expression still on her face.

Four seconds, five seconds, six seconds.

Finally, the little girl in red moved.

She took a step back slowly, her smiling expression gradually retracted, and her red eyeballs showed a strange color.

As if carefully recalling the scene that just happened.

A pale little hand stroked his forehead, rubbing it back and forth.

In Qin Nuo's sight.

The whole process was about Jiang Yingxue slapping her palm, and then the ghost child took a step back and patted her head wonderingly.

"Sister, what kind of game are you playing?" the little girl in red asked crisply.

what? !

Jiang Yingxue's eyeballs almost popped out.

She hurriedly checked her player panel, and found that her psionic energy had decreased by 20%.

It shows that [Returning Wind Palm] was activated successfully, and it also triggered the second stage of damage.

Why didn't this ghost fall down?

The atmosphere suddenly became extremely awkward.

Jiang Yingxue, who used the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box, showed despair in her eyes.

But before she could vent her emotions, the little girl in red grabbed her left wrist and dragged her towards the living room.

"Sister, your game is not fun, it's better to play drumming and passing flowers."

The icy cold air came from the little girl's hands, instantly making Jiang Yingxue shiver with cold.

Immediately, he lost control of his body and followed the other party stiffly to the living room.

"Uncle, let me go, I'm going to play a game with my sister."

The little girl in red said in a childish tone.

uncle?

Under the gold-rimmed glasses, Qin Nuo's complexion changed slightly, and he slowly vacated the living room to the ghost child and Jiang Yingxue.

Then the ghost child took out two palm-sized dolls from the dress and threw them into the pool of blood.

pat—

The blood splashed, and soon the doll was soaked in a bright red color, and slowly sank.

After a burst of gurgling water surface churned.

Two figures slowly rose from the pool of blood.

Long hair, red dress, face as white as paper.

It's two new female ghosts.

There is also a note on the chest, with two words written in crooked fonts - sister.

"Ok?"

Seeing this scene, Qin Nuo seemed to think of something.

"Sister, look quickly, these are my other two sisters."

The ghost child clapped his hands and introduced Jiang Yingxue like a real child.

There was still a silver bell-like laugh in his mouth.

"I even gave them new names."

The ghost child first pulled up one of the female ghosts and said, "Her name is Ling Qing."

After speaking, he pointed to another female ghost: "Her name is Ling Xiu."

After the two female ghosts were called their names, like mechanical puppets flipping a switch, they raised their heads stiffly and came to Jiang Yingxue's side in an almost translational manner.

"Sister, if you join us, I will also give you a nice name."

The ghost boy kept laughing "giggling" as if he had drunk himself.

"But, we have to play the game first. I can turn you into a family member only if I win. It's really troublesome... why don't you just admit defeat, sister?"

Jiang Yingxue's eyes twitched.

Who wants to take the initiative to admit defeat and become a ghost!

Chapter 60 Drumming and Passing Flowers (6), I won, let me go

Games start.

The gameplay is not the same as the traditional drumming to pass flowers, but more like a bird in a cage.

And guess the name of the person standing behind.

Jiang Yingxue's eyes were blindfolded with a red cloth by the ghost boy, and she stood in the middle of the living room.

Then three ghosts circled around her.

While turning, singing nursery rhymes.

bamboo-cage-eye

bamboo-cage-eye

bird in a cage

When-when-when-when-can-come-out

the night that is about to dawn

Crane and Turtle

滑—

倒—

up-

"And now who's behind—who?"

The three ghosts stopped at the same time and asked in unison.

Qin Nuo, who was on the sidelines, was about to make a sound to remind him, but suddenly found that he couldn't make a sound.

The surroundings seemed to fall into a state of complete silence.

Can't hear, can't say.

A dead silence.

"Is it really a rule-type ghost..."

Seeing this situation, he did not act rashly.

For this type of task, the most important thing is to follow the rules.

If it is violated, both players and ghosts will be punished.

Jiang Yingxue, who was blindfolded, had fine beads of sweat on her forehead.

His clenched hands were trembling.

Which is behind, which?

Time passed by minute by minute.

Finally, at the moment before the deadline, Jiang Yingxue made a choice: "The one behind is..."

However, the words that were about to pop out got stuck in the middle.

She found that she didn't even know the ghost child's name!

"Who is it?"

"Who is it?"

"Who is it?"

After three identical questions, the time is up.

The red cloth on the eyes will fall automatically.

The ghost boy walked up to Jiang Yingxue with a grin: "I won, sister, you must always be with me."

"No, no, you don't..."

Just as Jiang Yingxue was about to argue, her throat was pinched by an invisible hand.

At some point, a pool of blood in the bathroom appeared under his feet.

And she herself is sinking continuously.

Don't, don't!

i don't want to...

That desperate expression finally disappeared in a pool of blood.

Then the water rippled, and a small doll floated up.

"Hee hee, there is another sister."

The ghost child grabbed Jiang Yingxue, who had turned into a doll, and held him in his arms as a baby.

Just as he was about to leave, a tall figure blocked his way.

Qin Nuo, holding a claw hammer, stood in front of her: "Wait a minute, I'm still here."

There was a look of disgust on the ghost boy's face, and the two female ghosts beside him were about to pounce on him.

Want to fight?

Jiuyang Mantra!

Zhiyang's dense zhenqi burst out from Qin Nuo's dantian, and immediately forced the two female ghosts back.

The ghost boy couldn't help but take two steps back, looking at the man in glasses fearfully.

I didn't expect it to be a ruthless character.

"Uncle, bullying children is not what adults should do."

"It's okay, I like to teach bear children, especially you."

Qin Nuo said indifferently, weighing the claw hammer back and forth.

The meaning is obvious.

Play games or fight, choose one.

After a moment of silence, the ghost boy said, "Uncle, if I win, I will eat you right away. I can't even be a ghost."

"If I win, you will let him go."

"it is good."