Mysterious recovery

Behind him, a series of footsteps sounded, as if the ghosts wandering around were following behind him at this moment.

Li Yang speeded up, and the footsteps behind him also speeded up.

Look back.

There was nothing behind him, nothing but silence and darkness.

"Ghosts don't kill people who report funerals, so the way to survive on the third day is this...According to the normal situation, everyone has to leave the old house on the third day, and take the lanterns and lead the ghosts around the old house." Go shopping until the end of the funeral report on the third day, I understand now."

Li Yang is not stupid, he is also a survivor of supernatural events.

If he didn't have any brains, he would have died in the ghost painting incident a long time ago. It is impossible to become a ghost master and live to this day.

"So, my task is not to return to the back hall with the lantern, but to lure the other ghosts near the ancient house away, so that the captain can deal with the ghosts in the ancient house with peace of mind."

"The captain's judgment is not wrong. The vigil on the second day and the funeral report on the third day cannot overlap. Now we must find a way to correct it."

After thinking clearly, Li Yang quickened his pace.

No matter what supernatural phenomena happened behind him or around him, he would never stop his actions.

Although his actions are already very fast.

But for everyone in the back hall, let alone persisting for a few hours, even persisting for a minute will have to pay a heavy price.

A red dice finally stopped after spinning several times on the ground.

The number is: 2.

On the opposite side, the number on a black dice is: 5.

Ghost's points are 5, Wang Feng's points are 2.

In the fifth round of the game, Wang Feng's luck ran out, his whole body tensed up, and he broke out in a cold sweat, staring at the points he threw, as if lost in thought, with some unbelievable.

"I, I lost..." Wang Feng's mouth moved.

Then his body began to turn cold rapidly, the blood on his face immediately disappeared, and the look in his eyes also suddenly went out, like a spark in a strong wind, mercilessly snuffed out by this cruel world at this moment.

Wang Feng was motionless, he was out of breath.

He lost his life and died in this nameless and terrifying ancient house.

"Did you lose?" Eagle glanced, feeling inexplicably sad.

Wang Feng became a messenger from being cursed by strange letters, and struggled to survive all the way. He lived from the first floor to the fourth floor of the post office, sent more than a dozen terrible letters, experienced countless times of danger, and even invaded the fourth floor Even the ghosts failed to kill him, but unexpectedly, he was still stuck at the last level.

The fifth floor of the post office, after all, could not be passed, and it stopped here.

At this moment, a cold atmosphere invaded from outside the back door.

Wang Feng lost, and the ghost will come in now.

"I'm here to gamble with ghosts."

At this moment, a ghost master gritted his teeth and pushed away Wang Feng's body, sat down again, and he directly picked up the red dice and threw it out.

Before the ghost comes in.

This person forcibly took over the gamble and continued what Wang Feng had done before.

The red dice rolled and finally stopped, and an unimaginable number was thrown by the ghost master: 6.

The maximum number of points appeared.

"Haha."

The ghost master smiled, his nervous smile made his face twitch unnaturally.

The game begins.

The cold breath stopped and did not invade the ancient house.

The ghost was forcibly brought into this game and bound by the rules of the game.

So even if the ghost wins Wang Feng by betting, it is useless, as long as someone continues the game, they must continue to gamble until everyone on Yang Jian's side is dead.

soon.

The black dice spun, and the number the ghost rolled was: 5.

Another 5.

Wang Feng died on this number before, but the ghost master threw a 6 first.

So the first one wins.

The cold breath receded and left the back door.

"Ghost, it's gone." The ghost driver immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then grinned.

But this smile just popped out, and soon froze again.

A pair of old black cloth shoes came over and tried to enter the back hall, but stopped at the threshold.

Subsequently.

The black dice representing Li Gui was rolled.

"It's this ghost again. It was won by Wang Feng before and left. How long has it been, and it's here again?" The ghost master flinched suddenly.

Because the ghosts that cannot be dispelled by this supernatural game must be extremely dangerous.

The ghost who participated in this game for the second time seems to have bad luck.

2 points.

"It seems that I can live longer than you." The ghost master glanced at Wang Feng's corpse.

At this moment, Fan Xing had already thrown Wang Feng's body out the back door, like throwing rubbish, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, and rolled down a downhill into the woods behind.

The body of the messenger cannot be placed in this ancient house.

Once possessed by something, the corpse is no longer a corpse, but a ghost.

Besides, no one can guarantee that this Wang Feng is not a ghost master.

Therefore, everyone was silent about Fan Xing's behavior, and there was no objection.

Although Wang Feng did make great efforts and sacrifices before, but now that he is dead, everything is meaningless. Those who survive must continue to survive and cannot be affected by his corpse.

The other ghost master who took over followed Wang Feng's example and squeezed the dice for ten seconds.

It's ten seconds away.

He was not greedy for time, and immediately threw the red dice out.

A ghost has 2 points.

The probability of winning is very high.

But fate seems to have made a joke with him. When the red dice stopped rolling, a point that made him desperate appeared: 1.

1 points.

Even smaller than Ghost's 2 dots.

"How could this be, how could this be? How could it be a little..."

This person immediately became insane, like a gambler who lost all his money, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he roared.

"Luck is like this. You may have six points or one point. You may win, but ghosts will never lose. The biggest unfairness is not in the game, but in the identity of the gambler. If you can never win a ghost, it is the same as if a gambler can never win a dealer." The eagle said in a deep voice.

The ghost master was still roaring, venting his unwillingness.

But to no avail.

soon.

He staggered and fell to the ground.

His face was cold, his mouth grew wide, his eyes were dim and ashen, and he lost his life.

His life was wiped out by the spirit, and even a ghost master couldn't resist the horrible curse of the ghost dice.

It's just that once this person dies, someone has to take over the game.

Those old black cloth shoes tended to walk into the back hall at this moment.

According to Yang Jian's regulations.

After one of the ghost masters dies, they have to change the courier.

Right now there are only three messengers left.

Eagle, Daqiang, Yang Xiaohua.

Daqiang's eyes flickered, as if he didn't want to get involved so soon, as an ordinary person, Yang Xiaohua was holding the red balloon in his hand, and it wasn't time to play yet.

So at this time, the eagle did not refuse, and immediately picked up the red dice on the ground and threw it out.

Game continues.

The old black cloth shoes stopped.

As before, since the eagle started the game directly, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules to continue the toss.

"Hasn't Li Yang come back yet? Three of them have already died. If we die like this, we are destined to be wiped out by the regiment."

Fan Xing was very impatient at this time, he almost despaired seeing this situation.

People around me died one after another.

Either he was killed by the ghost invasion, or he died to delay the ghost.

The most important thing is that there is no hope in the process of confronting the ghost.

This is also because Yang Jian is here.

He alone withstood all the ghosts coming from the lobby, and did not let a single ghost come over.

But even that doesn't help.

As long as the invading trend of the ghosts outside is not contained, the end of being wiped out by the group is still inevitable in the end.

If he had known it would be such a situation, he wouldn't be so stupid as to fight for the right to speak, wouldn't it be good to obediently hug Ghost Eye Yang Jian's thigh?

And that damn Zhou Deng.

If everyone listened to Yang Jian's orders, the first seven might be able to get through it safely.

"rustle……"

In the dark lobby, the lingering radio sound rang again.

The signal was successfully received very quickly, and weird words came out: "Hey, hey, you are all dying, soon... Rusha~!"

Yang Jian's face darkened.

The coffin nail in his hand wanted to nail this thing to death immediately, but reason told him that the coffin nail was not ready for use yet.

If he really lost control and couldn't keep it, his coffin nail would be left to the old man in the coffin.

At least the most dangerous thing must be solved.

The rest is left to fate.

Yang Xiaohua was trembling all over at the moment, and she felt that breathing had become a luxury.

Although I knew that this mission of delivering the letter would be difficult, I didn't expect it to be this terrifying.

Her body was tense for a long time, and she felt her whole body froze, as if she had lost consciousness. She had no choice but to move her body in a small range, so as not to be unable to move even if she encountered danger later.

Yang Xiaohua stepped back a few steps to the side.

But the next moment.

Her face suddenly changed.

After taking a few steps back, she actually missed her foot, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.

It was as if there was an abyss behind him.

"what!"

Yang Xiaohua let out a scream.

Several people nearby looked together.