I Wasn't Born Lucky

The coffin ghost's prophecy overturned, causing the scene to be very embarrassing for a while.

In addition, it seemed that because of Puse Udurogoi, the mirror was alive, and it was intimidated, hiding in the coffin ghost's arms and not moving.

The coffin ghost seemed to be really worried that the prophecy would happen. It hugged its own mirror, moved extremely quickly and quietly lay down again in the coffin, and did not forget to reach out to cover the coffin boards.

Xiao Li: "..."

——Why did he run so fast? He was quite interested in that mirror.

He stretched out his hand to try to break the coffin board, but he didn't know what the coffin ghost had done underneath. The coffin board became extremely strong, as if stuck with glue, no matter how Xiao Li fiddled with it, he couldn't get it off.

So Xiao Li took out his mobile phone, and just wanted to call up the alarm clock mode. The waste utilization site used this coffin to test the upper limit of the sound volume that caused bad luck, but in the next second, the coffin trembled on the spot, and he didn't know the coffin What did the ghost do inside, the coffin disappeared directly in front of the eyes of the reincarnated people.

...Is this really slipping?

Xiao Li turned his head and spread his hands towards the rest of the reincarnators.

On the premise of not making a sound, it is very difficult to find the coffin ghost again.

Xiao Li was thinking about how to extract clues from the coffin ghost, but the other reincarnated people were not as big-hearted as he was, especially those who were predicted to die by the mirror-this prediction seemed true, otherwise the coffin would The ghost would not flee into the coffin in panic after predicting Xiao Li's scene, so doesn't this mean that they will die tragically later? !

Under such a death prophecy, Pu Xiujin's clasped hands were already trembling slightly.

Lance was still surprised at seeing the God of Deceit at the first glance, and his mind was full of whether to report this matter to the Holy See, while Tai and the others lowered their heads and remained silent.

Qing Shui was the first among the rest of the reincarnators to recover from his own death scene.

He first took out his task book, turned to a blank page, and carefully listed the death scenes and details of all the people on it. When Xiao Li was written in the last one, Qing Shui raised his head and took a careful look at him——

Xiao Lizheng closed his eyes halfway, his long and thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids, the lines of his face were a bit too delicate for Asians, and his dark eyes looked like the starry sky of Murmansk.

There is a contradictory quality in him, cold and alienated, he looks like he doesn't care about anything, and he seems to care about everything.

Sherlock... This name is not on the list of reincarnators in China, is it a newcomer?Can a rookie do this?

Qing Shui paused, lowered his head and wrote a few words in his task book, then turned over that page, and wrote on a new white paper: 【Prophecy is just something that never happened, we can still change the future , don't be too constrained by the prophecy picture just now. 】

He raised a smile, and handed this piece of paper to other teammates—fortunately, the others were not low-quality reincarnators, knowing that he was not dead, that was enough.They quickly recovered from the blow of the prophecy, but now these people looked at Xiao Li differently.

Judging from the picture in the prophecy, it is obvious that this person is a big shot.

Seeing that other people were passing the paper around, Xiao Li walked over, took a look at it, and then picked up a pen and added: [Yes, the real prophecy will never be released like this, it should be unknowable and invisible of.The coffin ghost just wants to scare us, or provide a death scene for the next ghost. 】

Qing Shui continued to analyze: [The ghost who can only prophesy just now still has many mysteries. It probably has something to do with this house, but it is a pity that it has been scared back into the coffin. 】

When he wrote this sentence, he looked at Xiao Li with complicated eyes.

Xiao Li looked back with innocent eyes—this time he was a real person standing in the door, and the pot came from the coffin.

Obviously he didn't do anything, but the mirror of prophecy frightened himself, scaring the coffin ghost back abruptly.

Tai, the most low-key among these reincarnators, was not affected by any factors. He walked over and handed over a piece of paper: [Since the clues here are broken, let's look for other clues. 】

Xiao Li nodded and walked out of the mourning hall first.

-

Just as they were leaving, another room in this ancient house.

The plot characters in the opening CG stay here. They are divided into two camps. One is Luo Junchao, whose voice was taken away because his voice violated a taboo. On the other side were the few remaining people. They looked at Luo Junchao with scared eyes from time to time, not daring to approach him.

The sky outside the window has completely dimmed.

Dark clouds cover the moon, making the whole town, including the sea, look extremely gloomy and gloomy.Dark clouds hung low in the sky, the air was damp and cold, and the wind was blowing violently. Anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was a sign of impending rain, and it seemed to be heavy rain.

The chilly hall wind blows the sound effect like howling outside, making these plot characters even more frightened.

Since Luo Junchao lost his voice, they couldn't get out of the town no matter how they walked, and no one in the residential buildings responded to their calls for help. Finally, they stumbled along the peach tree and found this old house with the door wide open and unlocked. Settle down here.

During this process, Luo Junchao had tried many times, but he was still unable to make a sound, and as time went by, he gradually felt a creepy feeling in his heart——after losing his voice, his "psychic feeling" As if enhanced, he could clearly feel an unknown gaze falling on him.

It was a feeling that couldn't be expressed in words, but he just knew it!

Something was repelling him, it had its eyes on him.

This feeling made Luo Junchao tremble. He lost the vigor when he broke the taboo and spoke. Now he is huddled in the corner, holding his head in his hands, trembling constantly.

The woman next to him has a good impression of him. They have been friends and classmates for many years.At this moment, seeing Luo Junchao's appearance at this moment, she couldn't bear it, and stretched out her hand to hug him.

Luo Junchao tried his best to get into the girl's arms as if he had found his belongings. The other party pushed him out uncomfortably, but Luo Junchao still went his own way.

The girl hesitated for a long time, but finally she didn't have the heart to push him away.

Luo Junchao was shaking all the time, and as time passed, his body trembled more and more.

"Boom——" A loud thunder exploded in the sky, mixed with pouring rain, covering the silence of the entire town with the sound of thunderstorm.

Everyone in the room was startled, their hearts beat violently at that moment, but none of their reactions were as violent as Luo Junchao's.

Luo Junchao covered his ears with his hands, pulled his head out of the girl's arms, looked at the window as if he had lost his mind, suddenly pointed in the direction of the window, and stood up.

He turned his head, the expression on his face became blurred, he wanted to take a step towards the window, but he fell straight to the ground.

Luo Junchao lay on the ground, ignoring the dull pain in his chest caused by the fall, and started scratching his face frantically.

He exerted so much force that his entire face became bloody and bloody in an instant.

The girl didn't know why, so she bent down to grab Luo Junchao, but the other party didn't respond.

Suddenly, she felt a chill down her spine, and felt something behind her, and she slowly looked in the direction Luo Junchao had pointed before——

There was a face at the window looking at the room.

The face was pale and lifeless.

"Ahhhh-!"

A scream pierced through the sky, and for a moment overwhelmed the sound of the rainstorm, reaching the reincarnated person in the same ancient house.

The reincarnations are walking around the curved corridor of the ancient house, preparing to move to the next room.

Xiao Li turned his head, he was thinking that the rain came at the wrong time, it was a pity that the peach tree in the yard, but this thought was interrupted by this miserable scream before he could think of it for a few seconds .

Qing Shui looked at the source of the sound, took out a pen and wrote: [It's the group of plot characters in the previous opening CG. 】

Pu Xiujin said: [The screaming is so miserable, it seems that it is because the teammates broke the taboo, they met a ghost. 】

Qing Shui turned to Xiao Li: [Then go and have a look, Sherlock, what do you think? 】

Xiao Li, who was suddenly cueed by him, turned around noncommittally. He looked at the raindrops falling from the eaves, and when they fell to the ground, there was quite a splash—Xiao Li estimated in his heart the distance from his current location to the source of the sound. Distance, go over there.

If this scream is replaced by a newcomer, or even an ordinary reincarnation, they will subconsciously want to stay away from the source of the sound. After all, it means that ghosts are haunting there. Fortunately, the reincarnation in this dungeon world is the best. There is no objection to the offer to go and have a look.

This time the AK47 came last.

This Caucasian has the qualities of a sniper. He is used to observing from a distance and is extremely patient.

It's just that when he walked out of the promenade with the reincarnated people in front of him, a tile slipped from the roof under the heavy rain——

AK47 heard the movement, raised his head, and the tile happened to hit his tall nose bridge!

The nose is one of the most vulnerable parts of human beings. Not to mention being hit by a falling object, ordinary people will cover their noses with red eyes and make a sound like a cat being stepped on its tail even if it is accidentally hit.

——But in this world, absolutely no sound is allowed.

Otherwise, you will die.

AK47 is worthy of being AK47. He clenched his teeth under the severe pain. Not only that, he also bent down and reached out to catch the tile that was about to fall to the ground, avoiding the possible cracking sound of the tile.

【How are you? ] Lance wrote.

AK47 raised his head high and covered his nose with his hands. Through the dim light, he could see a line of blood flowing from his nose.

The blond young man took a deep breath, took out a prop spray from his pocket, and pressed it on his nose twice.

This is one of his special props, medical spray, as long as the trauma is not too serious, spraying it will heal you.

After the pain in the nose subsided, AK47 casually wiped the remaining nosebleed on his face with his sleeve, and put down his hands.

Xiao Li turned on the light of the flashlight and took a picture of the roof with fallen tiles, but found no trace of any animals.

Park Soo Jin: [Is it an accident?Or artificial? 】

Shimizu: [It's all possible. 】

Xiao Li thought for a while: [It doesn't look like a coincidence, but rather like some kind of obstacle deliberately created by existence to let us make a sound. 】

After writing this passage, Xiao Li put away the fountain pen and pressed his fingers.

It has not been a day since he entered this silent dungeon, and he has already dreamed back to the years when he wrote a thousand-character Chinese composition by hand, and now his fingers are very sore.

In fact, typing on a mobile phone is relatively simple, but there is no charging place here. In order to save power, the reincarnated people still use writing to communicate most of the time.

AK47 looked at Xiao Li's words with a gloomy expression.

If that is the case, then they are then confronted with all sorts of contingencies that prompt them to speak.

Shimizu: 【AK, are you okay? 】

AK47 shook his head, indicating that the injury was harmless.

[Then let's go to the plot characters first. 】Qingshui Road.

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The rain is getting heavier and heavier. Even if you don't enter the rainwater and just walk in the corridor, the hair and clothes of the reincarnation will still be wet with water vapor.

When the reincarnators came following the sound, there were only two people left in the room.

Several other plot characters were missing, and only Luo Junchao, who had lost his breath, and the screaming girl in the dress were in the room.

Luo Junchao was lying on his back on the ground, his face had been torn apart by his own scratches, and it was completely impossible to tell that it was him.

The girl sat on the ground blankly, away from Luo Junchao's body.

Lance was the first to enter this room. He looked at Luo Junchao's tragic situation, and his pupils shrank when he thought of the way AK47 died in the mirror prophecy.

The Western exorcist took out a small bottle from his backpack and poured a little transparent water next to Luo Junchao's body.

【What's this? ] Seeing this, Xiao Li asked with his mouth.

He dipped a drop of the water with his hand, held it to his nose and smelled it, it was colorless and tasteless.

[Holy water. 】Lance spelled briefly, 【Exorcism, I'm worried that he will cheat the corpse.I once encountered a dungeon where the souls of all those who died in it would turn into ghosts after a period of time. I suffered a loss in that place, and I will pay attention to this point in the future. 】

Very cautious.

Xiao Li turned his gaze and carefully observed Luo Junchao below.

After breaking the silence, what was taken away first was the voice, then the face...?

He followed the direction that Luo Junchao's head was facing, and walked to a window.

The window was closed, and he opened it, facing directly the peach tree at the corner of the backyard.

The heavy rain hit the leaves, making a splashing sound.

Xiao Li's eyes wandered around the outside world, and suddenly he seemed to glimpse something out of the corner of his eye - it was a short figure.

He looked around, put his hands on the window, and tried to jump out of the wide window.

...Unfortunately, it failed.

Xiao Li pretended nothing happened, turned around and walked out from the door, towards the shadow under the tree.

As the distance approached, Xiao Li gradually saw that person clearly—it was the old man opposite the hotel who reminded them that the hotel owner was dead!

At the same time, he is also a lonely old man who has passed away in the mouth of the hotel owner.

The old man stood in the rain wearing a simple mandarin jacket and holding a small umbrella.

He was short in stature, but he stood upright, and raindrops slid down the thousands of ravines on his face.

The old man's eyes were blurred and unfocused. He looked like he had just crawled out of the soil, like a corpse.

The black-haired young man stood under the eaves, separated by heavy rain curtains, holding a mobile phone for lighting in one hand, and a small yellow book in the other hand, on which he wrote a line and asked him: [Old man, what are you doing here?] ? 】

When the old man was illuminated by the light, his eyes narrowed. He didn't answer Xiao Li, but turned his head and stumbled towards the outside of the old house.

If he could make a sound now, then Xiao Li would ask another question, but at this time he could only change a piece of paper and write another sentence, which didn't make any sense, so Xiao Li didn't move.

Xiao Li watched the old man's back gradually disappear in the darkness until he couldn't see clearly.

After a while, someone patted him on the shoulder, Qing Shui held up his mobile phone and typed and asked him: 【What did you see? 】

Xiao Li: [The old man opposite the hotel was standing here just now, but now he has left. 】

[You didn't chase? 】Qingshui Road.

Xiao Li stretched out his finger, and stretched it into the rain curtain outside, then he retracted his hand, feeling the moisture in his palm.

After he wiped off the rain, he wrote lightly: [The rain is too heavy to be too lazy to chase. 】

Looking at the heavy rain outside, Qing Shui felt that what Sherlock said seemed to make sense.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao Li added: [Don't worry, we know where his home is. If he escapes, the monk can't escape the temple. 】

Shimizu: "..."

The author has something to say: Qing Shui: I thought it would be a bad idea to find the hometown of an old man who might be a ghost.