Star Trace Gate

Ren Ye listened to the childish voice and immediately called out with his consciousness: "Little ghost boy, is there any danger in the inner storehouse...?"

"There seem to be so many of me in there... I can't count them... I'm so scared." Apart from saying "Happy New Year" fluently, the little ghost's language organization ability in other aspects is really similar to that of a four or five-year-old child, and he does not have the logic of an adult.

Ren Ye wasn't that scared at first, but after hearing what he said, he began to feel uneasy.

But now that I'm here, I can't just not play a card. What's more, the rule mission must be triggered after entering.

However, with the reminder from the ghost boy, he was ready to summon the Human Emperor Sword at any time.

"Squeak!"

After a brief pause, Ren Ye reached out and pushed open the door of the inner storehouse, then walked in.

Endless emptiness and boundless darkness, this was the first impression that Neiku left on Ren Ye.

In the space of unknown size, there was only a square table placed thirty steps away, and a beam of light shone down from the ceiling, illuminating the square table brightly.

There were three people sitting around the table, two men and one woman, playing mahjong.

Ren also looked up and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

He saw three people sitting under a beam of light, their clothes disheveled and their bodies covered with wounds, arranging mahjong tiles like blood gourds.

On the east side of the square table was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was wearing a brown uniform, but his clothes were torn in many places. His right arm, abdomen, ribs, and thighs all had deep wounds that could see the bone. There was also a silver hidden weapon nail stuck in his right eyeball, and blood was gushing out of his eye socket. The silver nail protruded half a finger long, and the shape was extremely terrifying.

Sitting on the west side was a woman in her early thirties, but her face was no longer visible, as her entire cheeks seemed to have been hit several times by a heavy hammer, and her flesh and blood had long since become blurred, with her facial features no longer visible. She was also wearing a brown uniform, but her neck seemed to have been cut in half by a sharp weapon, and the wound was obvious. Her lower body was naked, and that indescribable part was bleeding profusely, and there were faint finger scratches.

This is not really obscene, because anyone who sees this scene will not have dirty thoughts, they will only feel horror and a tingling scalp.

But in this case, he had to observe carefully.

Sitting upright on the north side was a man in his 37s or 38s. He was very tall, and his entire chest and the brown uniform on the front of his legs were soaked in blood. There were also penetrating wounds on his chest where his heart was and his abdomen where he had been stabbed by a sharp blade.

The most serious injury was the abdomen, which was almost cut horizontally. The wound was very large and the intestines were faintly flowing out.

Ren Ye stood at the door, looking at the three mahjong players, his lips turning pale, his heart pounding: "Damn it, everyone here is responsible for making the gambling industry the richest man in the region. It's already like this... still playing?"

"Hey, it's not Old Yan who's here."

At this moment, the middle-aged man with a silver nail stuck in his eyeball looked at Ren Ye with his bloodstained single eye and greeted him with a smile: "Little brother, we are short of one, do you want to come?"

“Come on, come on…!”

The woman's severed Adam's apple moved, and she made a ghostly invitation.

"...!"

Ren Ye swallowed his saliva and stepped forward decisively: "Okay."

After three breaths, he bent down and sat on the chair on the south side, and instantly heard the reminder of the Star Gate in his ears.

[There is a secret hidden on this card table related to the loss of the Lieyang Tiangong Fire. You need to ask ten questions to accurately find out the secret. Your three card partners can only answer yes or no, and every time they answer no, you will be deducted 10 Tiangong points. If you successfully ask out the secret, you will be rewarded with 100 Tiangong points. ]

[Every time your opponent wins the game, or you click the cannon, your coins will be forcibly deducted. ]

[This is a gamble, and you've already taken the chips to the table...]

After hearing this rule, Ren Ye felt only despair and speechlessness.

Oh my god, this is too difficult!

Ten questions to uncover a hidden secret, and the other party only answers with "yes" or "no"? !

Are you kidding me? Even if a professor from the police academy came, he wouldn't dare sit at this table!

“Crash, crash…!”

As soon as he sat down, three of his bloodstained mahjong friends took the initiative to help him arrange the mahjong tiles.

The woman said, "It's the wind."

"Snapped……!"

The man with intestines flowing out threw the dice on the table, and they spun around.

Ren Ye sat there in a daze, his mind racing.

Soon, the game ended, and the man with a silver nail in one eye said, "My banker, take the cards."

He sat in a chair, wiping his bleeding eyeballs and quietly fiddling with mahjong tiles.

“Hurry up, hurry up...!” The elder brother, with intestines flowing out, urged irritably.

Ren also came back to his senses, and with a very serious expression, he grabbed the mahjong tiles and asked, "What are you playing?"

"You're new here, tell me." The woman scratched the blood and mud on her face: "It's itchy."

"Chuan Ma, fight to the death, that's all I know." Ren Ye replied.

"Okay, let's play Sichuan Mahjong."

The three of them nodded without hesitation, as if they had downloaded Sichuan Mahjong's playing style from Tiandao in seconds.

Soon, the mahjong game began. The three of them seemed very professional and quiet. They picked up the cards and played them very quickly. Only Ren seemed to be absent-mindedly following the game.

His brain was working rapidly, and he quickly combined and eliminated the ideas in his mind and tried to decide on an idea.

Ten questions are indeed too few, but the only advantage is that Stargate provides a reminder of the general range information.

There is a secret hidden on the card table regarding the loss of the Lieyang Tiangong Fire... This obviously refers to the three people in front of him, but the direction of this secret is uncertain.

There is very little information about the missing Tiangong Fire. In other words, there are countless possibilities for the relationship between the secrets of these three people and the missing Fire Talisman. Greed for money, lust, obsession with power, the desire to climb up... There is always room for speculation.

There are only ten questions, this is so hard...

Ren Ye sat on the chair, staring blankly at the cards in front of him, and was completely out of shape when playing against the three people.

After only four or five minutes, the woman pushed her cards decisively and shouted, "Pi Hu, two gold coins."

"brush!"

As soon as the words were spoken, two gold coins forcibly flew out of Ren Ye's consciousness space and landed in front of the woman.

In Sichuan Mahjong, after winning the game, you can continue playing, so the other two men are still playing.

Ren didn't pay any attention to the gold coins, and suddenly asked, "Are there any emotional entanglements between the three of you?!"

"Nijo."

"boom!"

The two men didn't even look at Ren Ye. They just bled and quickly dealt their own cards.

The woman sat there wiping the unspeakable area and didn't answer at all.

Ren also frowned, thinking, "No one is talking to me? Damn, I can't steal chickens...!"

While thinking, he turned his head to look at the man with intestines flowing out, and asked softly: "Do you three have any emotional entanglements?"

"No." The man with saliva shook his head slightly and pushed the cards: "I won, one gang, four gold coins."

As soon as he finished speaking, another eight gold coins fell in front of the man with loose intestines.

At the same time, Ren suddenly felt a piercing chill on his back.

"brush!"

He looked back suddenly, and saw a woman with disheveled hair standing right behind him.

Her face was hidden by her waist-length hair. She was wearing a classic bridal makeup and embroidered shoes. She stood blankly behind Ren Ye, not moving a muscle.

"……groove!"

Ren Ye cursed the national quintessence with a pale face, and felt a strong sense of coldness rising from the soles of his feet and quickly spreading throughout his body.

He shivered from the cold and his hands began to shake.

The bride stood there like a statue, but was ignored by the other three.

"……call!"

Ren also turned around, and when he breathed through his mouth and nose, there was a noticeable breath.

Cold, bone-chilling cold, totally impossible to dispel...

Ren also instinctively shrank his neck, staring at the cards on the table, and asked the woman: "Do the three of you have a common interest?!"

"No." The woman shook her head.

As soon as she finished speaking, a woman appeared behind Ren Ye again. She was wearing ordinary sportswear and her clothes were disheveled. She stood on the other side of him.

An even more bone-chilling chill struck, and Ren felt his teeth chattering, and his skin began to become stiff.

[You are deducted 120 points of Tiangong points again. You currently have points of Tiangong points. ]

Ren Ye's lips began to turn purple, but his mental state was very stable. His face was serious but not impatience.

He was thinking that the current mechanism rules were very clear. Every time he asked a "no", the Tiangong value would decrease and a ghost would be attracted.

This ghost cannot be dispelled and has no sense of fear, but it can emit a cold and chilling aura that can freeze people to death.

Ren Ye just tried to summon the Human Emperor Sword, but he felt that his consciousness space was suppressed by the rules of heaven.

For this level, you can only rely on your brain.

Ren Ye's body trembled slightly, his eyes fixed on the cards in front of him, and he asked the man with the silver nails in his eyes for the third time: "Did the three of you discover the thief who invaded the inner treasury at the same time?"

"no."

The man shook his head.

"Swipe!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another ghost appeared behind Ren Ye, slowly emitting a gloomy chill.

This time, Ren didn't look back, he just slowly raised his hand and for the first time, he picked up a card without being urged.

When he raised his arm, his bones made a sound of dislocation. The exposed skin was purple-blue, and covered with a layer of ice that was invisible to the naked eye...

The ceiling light was bright, the area around the card table was bloody, and the room was shrouded in a quiet silence.

This question must be misleading. Who doesn't have secrets in their heart? If the secrets you ask are not the answers that the Heavenly Dao wants, and have nothing to do with the Heavenly Fire, then I don't know how many opportunities to ask questions will be wasted...

Three questions have been asked, but all the answers given were "no", and there seems to be no progress.

Ren also took his chips to the table and played against three ghosts alone, and it seemed that he was in a dead end.

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There's another chapter around 9 o'clock.