My Future Diary Can’t Be Perfect

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The sudden palm rested on Xun Xi's shoulder without warning. At first glance, it seemed like someone was talking behind their backs.

But actually?

(I'm still in the coffin!)

Xun Xi immediately realized the problem: except for his hands and feet, his body never left the coffin, so there should be a coffin board behind him, how could there be a hand out of the coffin board? If someone is really behind, it should be like a coffin!

"Ghost city? What ghost city?"

At the same time, Luo Chong and the corpse driver who were walking in front seemed to have also heard the strange voice, and the two of them replied subconsciously.

But this is it.

Before he finished speaking, Xun Xibian saw that Luo Chong and the corpse hunter stretched out a palm with blue veins from the collars of the back necks of Luo Chong and the corpse hunter. His skin was also festering visibly to the naked eye, turning a bluish white full of dead aura.

"My day!"

Seeing this scene, the corpse hunter and Luo Chongdeng screamed. Under normal circumstances, they wouldn't be so panicked.

The problem is after entering this county.

Unlike Xun Xi, the two of them all inhaled the thick smoke in the county seat, and they had also said before that the thick smoke had the strange ability to suppress the supernatural.

There is absolutely no way to resist this oppression.

Therefore, the supernatural powers in the two people's bodies have almost fallen into a silent state at this moment, and they can't use it if they want to. In this case, they are no different from ordinary people. When ordinary people face a supernatural event, it is this kind of supernatural event that will obviously kill people, and it is normal to panic.

"Xun Xi save me!"

In addition to panic, Luo Chong and the corpse driver did not completely lose their minds, and almost instantly understood who was the current life-saving straw.

"Boy."

At the same time, Xun Xi kept silent, silently listening to the palm behind him, and the hoarse voice that kept rambled on and on:

"I don't have any ill will, old man."

"It's just that this time I'm very shy, but it's the opening night of the ghost market. If you go there empty-handed, it might become a special sale on the ghost market. It is filial piety and filial piety to my old man, and I will definitely burn paper money for you in the coming year."

"Old stuff."

It was only then that Xun Xi suddenly said, "I suggest you not to touch my shoulders, my body belongs to another person from beginning to end."

"....Um?"

The voice fell, and the hoarse voice paused slightly, as if some did not respond. However, the owner of the voice suddenly felt his shoulders sink.

"What the hell!?"

Turning back, the owner of the voice saw a white palm suddenly resting on his right shoulder. However, he just looked to the right here, and from his left shoulder, another white palm quietly climbed up his face, and finally slowly covered his eyes.

Ghosts cover their eyes, and they are pure when they cannot see.

The next second, Luo Chong and the corpse hunter were pleasantly surprised to find that the palm that had been resting on their shoulders, causing half of their shoulders to fester, suddenly disappeared.

Immediately after—

"Well!"

On the left hand side of the three of them, there was a sudden, suppressed cry of pain from a closed shop on the long street. Almost at the same time, Xun Xi turned her head and looked at the store with piercing eyes. Then, without saying a word, she raised her foot and kicked the store door fiercely.

"boom!"

I saw that the door of the shop was kicked open by Xun Xi. In the door, I saw a one-eyed lame old man with a broken hand lying on a Taishi chair.

"Little beast..."

After seeing Xun Xi, the old man's face also showed a bit of ferocity, but recalling the horrible experience just now, he could only grit his teeth and say: "...I lose this time, what do you want? Right. Eyes? Hands? Legs? I don't have anything left anyway."

After speaking, the old man even smiled: "Or, you want my life?"

"I won't kill you."

Xun Xi heard the words and shook his head: "You said the ghost city before, what exactly do you mean, is it this street? Tell me everything you know."

"Change information?"

The old man was stunned when he heard the words, and immediately smiled bitterly: "...I have been gambling here for so many years, and you are the first to ask me for information after you win, not for my body...you Ask, as long as I know, I will tell you, otherwise the pay and gain will not be balanced."

"You've been gambling here for many years?"

Xun Xi keenly grasped the words in the old man's words: "Didn't you say that this is a ghost market, since it is a ghost market, shouldn't it be a transaction?"

"who said it?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know about other places, but there is only one rule in this ghost city, which is gambling. Betting on life, gambling money, gambling information, and even gambling on supernatural beings. There are no limit to the ways of gambling, like I did just now, It's just a bet on whether you can survive my supernatural attack."

"I lost three times."

Speaking of this, the old man also showed a bitter face: "The first time I lost an eye. The second time I lost a palm, and the third time I lost a leg."

"The more you lose, the more you gamble."

"The more you gamble, the more you lose."

"It ended up being what it is now."

Xun Xi also raised his eyebrows when he heard the words. The old man's words made him naturally think of one of the Thirteen Primitives, Six-faced Botu. Logically speaking, trading was supposed to be the domain of brokers of fate, but the rules of this ghost market turned out to be gambling, which was obviously the result of the creation of six-faced bloggers.

Thinking of this, Xun Xi asked the most crucial question.

"How do I get out of here?"

"leave?"

The old man blinked one eye: "You can only leave with an invitation letter. If you don't have an invitation letter, you can only be trapped in this place forever."

"Oh?" Xun Xi began to look at the old man, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Don't look at me." The old man didn't panic at all, and said calmly: "Why do you think I have been gambling here for so many years? My invitation letter has long been gambled away. It ended up in this ghost market, every time the market opens. You have to bet against people at night. Even if you win a thousand times, you lose once and it's all over."

"Tsk." Xun Xi restrained his smile.

"If you want to leave, then keep moving forward." The old man continued: "I'm helpless, I can only gamble my life in exchange for a little life to survive."

"Now I lost to you again."

"If there is no follower."

"I'm afraid today will be my death day next year."

Although he said it badly, the old man's expression was very calm. After Xun Xi heard this, he took out a corpse from the kingdom and threw it away.

"Do you recognize this?"

"What... um!?"

The old man was careless at first, but after seeing the corpse thrown by Xun Xi, to be precise, the corpse's right leg, he sat up abruptly: "My leg!? Where are you? Wait, my leg was grafted onto someone else's body?"

The ~www.readwn.com~ thrown by Xun Xi was the body of Ning Huai.

As an extraordinary person of the master-disciple faction, Ning Huai's supernatural power is all on his leg, and he can stomp his feet to spread the distance, thereby eliminating the erosion of supernatural power.

But the unexpected is.

Ning Huai's supernatural power actually came from the old man in front of him.

"Send it to you."

Xun Xi pushed the corpse in front of the old man and said directly: "As a condition, you have to tell me who bet on your legs and who bet on your invitation letter."

"...Giving and trading are not recognized here." The old man shook his head: "But it's not that we can't find a way, we bet twice, the first time I deliberately lost, you ask me for information, the second The next time you lose on purpose, I'll take my leg, and we'll do it if you agree."

"Yes." Xun Xi nodded.

The old man was quite sincere, and asked for money after delivery, so Xun Xi took out playing cards, and then he and the old man drew cards to bet on each other.

Because it is Xun Xi's card, it can be operated behind the scenes.

Regarding this point, the old man also said that the ghost city rules do not taboo cheating, but the point is that it cannot be discovered. As long as it is not discovered, it is not cheating.

In the end, the two struck a deal.

The old man hugged his lost and found thigh, and was moved to tears for a while, and he answered Xun Xi's question simply.

"The one who gambled away my leg was a man named Lai Sandao."

"As for the person who gambled away my invitation letter, I don't know his name. I only know that he is very young, wearing a Taoist robe, claiming to be a wandering Taoist priest."

".... Taoist priest Youfang?"

Xun Xi heard a name that could not be ignored.