Master, he doesn't want to [Transmigration Book]

The ground was wet, and the cold rain the size of a rosary beat the soft soil into large and small mud puddles, and the turbid muddy water surface reflected the incomplete shadows of the surrounding ancient trees.

Luoshu Jiugong Style Chang'an hasn't played for a long time, he is a bit unfamiliar, he stands still and doesn't move, just counting moves.

The female ghost obviously often played, and moved quickly without thinking. Her hand speed was fast, but she made a mistake every time, so she had to retreat, turn to other small wooden blocks, and move again.

The eight pieces of wood have been put together into six pieces, and only two pieces are left. The female ghost grinned excitedly.

Just as he was about to toss and turn twice to put together the last two pieces, the boy's calm voice came from the opposite side, "I'm done."

The female ghost's eyes were wide open, and her mouth widened: "How many steps?"

"35 steps." The eight wooden blocks under her feet all returned to their original positions, and Feng Changan pointed to the two unassembled blocks under her feet, "You haven't finished the fight yet, you have already lost."

"I lost, I really lost..." The female ghost stared obsessively at the Luoshu Jiugong grid that had been spelled out, and shook her head annoyedly. A sinister light flashed in her eyes, and said:

"I still have two steps to finish. You have to wait for me to finish the spell before you can determine the final number of steps."

This is not a solicitation at all, just an explanation.

After the female ghost finished speaking, she messed up all the wooden blocks and rearranged them.

Feng Chang'an saw that she had messed up twice, and finally put it together completely and reported a shocking number.

"290 three steps."

Feng Changan's face darkened slightly: "Are you kidding me?!"

"Playing?" the female ghost giggled, as if hearing the funniest joke ever, she leaned back and forth, "You are so funny. You saw me fight with your own eyes, and I didn't use any tricks."

"You!" The young man was furious, and kicked the wooden blocks that had already been arranged.

"The first game is over, you have won." The female ghost lightly tapped her hand, and the sharp knife hanging on Jiang Yu's chest flew toward Chang'an in the wind, "According to the agreement, you can cut my lottery 250 or eight knives, and one knife is not worth it." More, more than one knife, please."

250 eight knives? !

Jiang Yu opened her eyes with tears all over her face. Before the knife fell on her body, she already felt the pain of cutting her flesh alive.

The sharp knife scrapes and scrapes, first cuts the skin and then the flesh, cuts and cuts, until the bones are cut, even the bloodshot bones are removed.

Warm tears rolled down from the cheeks into the black coffin. Inside the coffin lay several blackened white bones, staring up at the girl with empty eye sockets, waiting for fresh flesh and blood to roll into the coffin.

"Don't be afraid." There was a soft comfort in my ear.

Jiang Yu turned his head to look at Yun Xu with difficulty. Yun Xu's eyes were deep and calm, as if a galaxy was flowing inside. His lips did not move, and he was speaking with his heart.

"Just wait patiently."

Wait?

What are you waiting for?

wait to die?

Jiang Yu shook his head frantically in a broken mood. The thick black thorns had already pierced into her flesh. The movement was too big, and the black thorns moved up and down, tearing out bright red blood, which dripped down the robe.

"Click!", splashing around the edge of the coffin.

The sharp knife flew horizontally into Feng Changan's hand, he raised his hand to rest on the weight, his expression was solemn, and he didn't move.

"As a monk, a soft heart is the biggest enemy." Yinfeng lifted the female ghost's temple hair, revealing a hideous wound, "You won, 250 eight knives, you deserve it."

"Heh!" The sharp knife twirled in the young man's hand, and was thrown violently by the young man, and stuck in the soil.

The young man looked directly at the female ghost, and asked clearly: "If you go down to 250 and eight knives, people will bleed to death, so why do you want to win? You don't want to make a lottery with a dead person and a living person, right?"

"My lottery is a little girl with a third-level Qi training, but it costs only 250 eight knives, so I can't die."

"If you don't die in the first round, if you lose in the second round, wouldn't it be..."

The young man paused, and said, "In order to prevent Caitou from dying in the middle, I think it is possible to gather the number of knives at the end of the last round, how about that?"

"What the hell are you thinking?"

The female ghost narrowed her eyes, poked her long tongue out of her bright red mouth, snaked in the air like a poisonous snake, landed on the coffin, and licked Jiang Yu's face.

With sticky saliva sticking to her face, Jiang Yu inevitably smelled the stench of rotting corpses. She had already made her voice hoarse from crying, and she no longer had the strength to cry, her eyes stared blankly at the dark sky.

Heavy rain fell in the dark sky, and the heavy rain fell on the invisible cover, and was bounced off in an instant.

"She is my friend. I don't want to see her in such pain. Even if she is about to die, I hope she dies happily." The young man didn't go around the bush, and confessed his thoughts openly.

"Are you so confident that you can win all three rounds?" Seeing Jiang Yu's face turning pale when she heard the young man's words, the female ghost couldn't help but smile mockingly with a bit of curse in her eyes.

"You're not unreasonable, yes."

The boy couldn't help but let out a long breath, and secretly looked at the female ghost, as if he was guessing what game the second round would be.

All the nine grids in Luoshu disappeared, and the coffin and the people on the coffin retreated several meters. A table the size of a single bed appeared in the middle. There were some red marks on the table, but I don't know what it was.

The female ghost didn't play any brain games this time, she flipped out a black vessel from her palm and threw it on the table.

The utensil slid a few feet on the table and was held down by an old hand.

It was a man in a black robe, his whole body was covered tightly, except for a pair of cloudy eyes.

And help?

I underestimated this female ghost.

With Qingming in his body ready to go, Feng Changan pursed his lips tightly into a stiff line, "Who is he?"

"Sit in the manor."

It goes without saying that the game is played this time, and it is the most common bet.

The monks in the world of cultivating immortals don't play this game very much, because this game can only be won by cheating. Most of them depend on luck, and monks pay great attention to luck, and they will never be so squandered.

It is very popular in the world, and it can be found in all streets and alleys. The places where bets are made are called gambling games.

The vessel had already been covered with a buckle, in order to show that there was no hidden hand in it, the man in black opened the vessel and showed it for a while before closing it and shaking it vigorously.

The dice kept beating in the container, and after shaking it for the third time, it was covered on the table with a bang.

The man in black put one hand on the utensil and shouted: "Please bet."

There are six types of bets, and I heard that some dice masters can know the number of dice rolled by the sound of the dice, but Feng Changan is not a so-called master, he can't tell.

A dense layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, and Feng Changan felt two eyes shooting from the coffin and piercing him.

Taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down, Feng Changan said, "Big."

As a layman, even if he is not proficient in this way, he has heard a little bit.

For idlers in Sic Bo, among the various bets, "big and small" are the most beneficial to the idlers, and their odds are much smaller than other bets.

The female ghost snorted lightly when she heard the words, and said slowly, "Wei dice."

Surrounding dice, the plane points of the three dice are the same, take all the "big and small" bets.

"Buy and leave!" The black-robed man stretched out his hand to remove the container, and raised his voice, "Wai dice, big and small kill!"

Lost!

Feng Chang'an's face blushed and turned pale.

As soon as the idea was solidified after losing this idea, the female ghost's figure disappeared in place, her hand raised the knife and fell, blood flew everywhere!

A muffled groan came from the coffin, Feng Changan's pupils shrank sharply, and looking sideways, he saw Yunxu's upper arm with a piece of clothing and flesh cut off.

Bloody pieces of flesh fell into the black-painted coffin with clothes on, revealing the humerus with pink cells.

"I never keep the booty behind me, what if I run away?" Bloodstained from the tip of the knife, the female ghost swung the knife and hung it back on the coffin.

"Actually, I think you still won, I only have one knife, and you have 250 eight dollars."

Feng Chang'an gritted his teeth and looked at the female ghost. He slowly clenched his fists, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and his anger had reached its peak.

"Calm down." Compared with Feng Chang'an, Yun Xu, a master, was abnormally calm, as if he was cutting someone else's flesh, without blinking his eyes.

He thought hard: "It's just a cut. A monk is cultivating immortals and walking against the sky. This little injury is nothing. I'm used to it. Endless, calm down, there is still a third round."

This obviously did not comfort the other party, but instead became pressure. Feng Changan lowered his head, bit his lips and remained silent.

After a while, he raised his head: "There is still a third game."

"Of course there will be a third round." The female ghost nodded and looked at Jiang Yu with a smile: "Little girl, you are really lucky, it's 250 eight knives, and after the third round, you can taste this that most people can't taste It tastes good."

Jiang Yu's lips trembled. Even if she could only see Elder Zigui's left shoulder, she could guess what was wrong with her right upper arm.

"You...you...you must die..."

Jiang Yu tried his best to say such a curse word.

"That's a good scolding!" The female ghost laughed loudly, and then said contemptuously, "Unfortunately, I'm already dead."

The man in black had already turned around to look at the situation here. After confirming with his cloudy eyes that the strongest person on the other side had no resistance at all and could only be slaughtered, his eyes burst out with a look of complacency, his body shook twice, and disappeared. up.

The third game hadn't started yet, and the female ghost was waiting for someone. She told Feng Chang'an not to worry, but to wait for an important person to arrive before starting.

The so-called important people are tacitly understood by several people, and everyone knows that they are the main messengers of this conspiracy.

Jiang Yu was still cursing angrily, but it's a pity that she came from a family with a strict family style, and she didn't have any vulgarity, so she repeated those words over and over again.

"Don't rush, don't rush."

Blood kept spilling from her upper arm, Yun Xu's face was pale, her eyelids were almost drooping, but she repeated in her heart: "Don't worry."

Jiang Yu didn't understand the reason for not being anxious, but she understood the meaning of the words, which was to let her conserve her energy.

In other words, later...

Jiang Yu squeezed out two more tears, barely calmed down, closed his eyes and pretended to be dizzy.

In the canyon, the black-robed man withdrew his empty body, grabbed the black shadow of the gecko, and sneered twice, "Yun Zigui, you are nothing more than that, this old man will see you off for the last time."

It was very quiet in the deep forest, Feng Changan could only hear his own heartbeat.Suddenly, there was a faint sound of branches snapping in the distance.

someone is coming.

The man in black appeared in front of several people stepping on the mud, and was bounced away by an invisible force when the torrential rain hit him. He slowly stepped into the enchantment set by the female ghost, and saluted:

"The old man is late, the third game hasn't started yet, right?"

His voice is hoarse and cut, and the pepper thorns are much smoother than his voice.

The female ghost smiled and said, "It's starting now."

"Boom!" There was a loud noise out of thin air, and scorching flames swept from the direction of the coffin!

A fireball as big as half a coffin rolled dry the ground and scorched the air, attacking the man in black with great momentum. This happened so fast that the man in black couldn't react at all, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​avoiding it. It's just subconsciously crossing your arms to block it.

Just as he crossed his arms, he was suddenly hit from behind. The man in black was caught off guard and spit out blood.

Looking back, he saw a pair of willow-leaf eyes full of evil spirits, full of malice and ridicule.

"Don't you have no resistance anymore?!" The black-robed man was taken aback, his eyes cracked due to anger.

Yun Xu parted her thin lips and sneered, "You think you can trap me with just a mere ghost? You idiot."

Yao Guang flashed and strangled the black robed man's neck. Yun Xu's strike was fast and ruthless, wanting to shatter the black robed man's black robe with his palm, "I want to see who you are, hide and hide, and you can't see the light."

The man in black was no match for him, he quickly pulled out the black shadow of the gecko, and moved the last Soul Requiem nail to the middle.

"Pfft!" The pain was overwhelming from between his brows, Yun Xu's eyes went dark, and his throat was blocked by blood, choking him to spurt out a mouthful of blood.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, the man in the black robe formed eagle claws, and grabbed the former's chest desperately.

After all, Yun Xu was a strong man of transformation, he sideways avoided, and swept the black-robed man to the ground with one kick, and at the same time pulled the Yao Guang from his hand.

The Yaoguang was on fire, and the air was scorched crackling, and a whip hit the back of the man in black. The power of the light was indeed great, and he had the power to transform himself into a god, and it directly severed the shoulder blades of the man in black.

The man in black was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, knowing that the situation was not good, he stuffed the black shadow of the gecko into his arms, blew himself up and fled.

Unless the monk really can't escape, he will choose to blew himself up and escape. In fact, this is also considered as a golden cicada's escape. As long as the soul is not dead, he can be reborn again.

Yun Xu naturally noticed the black shadow of the gecko, and rubbed his temples hard, turning into a red light and chasing the soul of the man in black.

This series of reversals was short-lived, but Feng Changan reacted first, took two steps back, stepped back to the side of the coffin, picked up the knife that cut Yunxu earlier, and pointed it at the female ghost.

The female ghost made a sound, and the tip of the knife that was staring at the cold light finally came to her senses, screaming hoarsely: "How dare you lie to me, why did you lie to me!"

As soon as the words fell, a cloud of blue smoke rushed up into the sky, which was Qing Yunzong's emergency distress signal.

"Ridiculous!" Jiang Yu sent out a distress signal, jumped down with the coffin in his hand, and held a sword flower in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "Haha, lied to you? You really treat yourself like a human being."

"Hahaha, I'm not human at all!" The female ghost's face changed again and again, for a while it was a baby's face, for a while it was Jiang Yu's face, and for a while it changed back to her hideous grimace.

"Senior Sister An Ning, are you alright?" Feng Chang'an saw that Jiang Yu was in a mess, with blood sticking to his clothes in balls.

Jiang Yu looked at the female ghost vigilantly, and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm just worried about Elder Zigui, he doesn't seem to be in a good condition, can we deal with that black guy alone?"

Feng Chang'an frowned, and was about to say something, when suddenly he saw the female ghost rushing towards him, her body bulging into a ball.

"Be careful!" Feng Changan pushed Jiang Yu away, jumped up, kicked the coffin over, and covered the female ghost in the coffin.

Jiang Yu staggered, and quickly pulled out the ghost charm and pasted it on the coffin, chanting a spell.

Her family has always been involved in exorcism, and the juniors will learn a little from the elders of the family. Anyway, learning more is not a bad thing.

After Feng Chang'an covered the female ghost under the coffin, he tapped the coffin and jumped to the ground.

The ghost exorcism talisman was just a very low-level spell, and it couldn't suppress the female ghost at all, so a ghost exorcism array had to be set up.

The ghost exorcism formation requires two people to draw the formation together. He is the main formation, and Jiang Yu knows a little bit, so it shouldn't be a problem to be the assistant.

Just as he was recalling the painting method of exorcising ghosts, a familiar mechanical sound sounded in his mind.

"Drip one drop one by one"

About ten seconds or so, it turned into a sweet voice of customer service, "Dear Fengchangan users, this system has enabled automatic update permissions, and is updating, 1%, 2%... 99%, the update is complete!

Loading the internal data of the system, please wait a moment... Loading is complete! . "

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【Visual inspection:

The author visually judges that Yun Xu is a werewolf. 】Thank you for the little angels who voted for me or irrigated the nutrient solution~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

1 bottle of Bu Fu A Dou;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!