I Wasn't Born Lucky

When Xiao Li parted ways with Wen Wenwen and others, Wang Huai did not follow.

It was impossible for the reincarnators to take Xu Jiaheng to find a house, so he took the initiative to ask Ying to stay in the house and take care of Xu Jiaheng.

At that time, the little boy hesitated for a long time, and he was nestled on the sofa, almost lost his mind.

His mother had a problem, which was enough for him to lose his mind. He thought he could find support, but even one of these outsiders died...

Does this mean that they simply do not have the ability to stop the ghost?

Out of the corner of his eye, he unconsciously drifted upstairs, where Tsuruta died, and Wang Huai was squatting inside, refusing to miss any corner, looking for something.

Xu Jiaheng asked him, and Wang Huai's explanation was "I want to find out if there is any clue to kill Hetian." He looked at the other party's search action, and felt a little strange, and then looked at the oozing corpse on the bed, and then Hide back to the living room.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, if you believe these people rashly, wouldn't it be too rash?

Xu Jiaheng bit his finger, bit off the piece of dead skin, picked up his mobile phone, and started to contact his neighbor and deskmate, and decided to tell her everything that happened to him recently, and listen to her thoughts.

As he was typing, he felt that all the breakfast he ate in the morning had been digested, and a sense of stomach cramps rushed towards him, so he hurried to the bathroom with his mobile phone.

After Xu Jiaheng went to squat in the pit, Wang Huai walked down the stairs. He turned up the sofa lightly, then touched the furniture in front of him inch by inch, and finally stopped near the TV.

He felt a protruding thing, and with a little force, he took it off the cabinet and put it in his pocket.

Then Wang Huai went back upstairs again, straightened his suit, took his mission book from Tsuruta, and put the item on it.

Unlike Sherlock who doesn't like to use props, Wang Huai is very familiar with the props in the mall. He guessed that Tsuruta might have used some kind of props, which caused the dead end to be triggered in advance, so he has been looking for such things by taking the opportunity.

As soon as he saw the camera, he knew its function.

After touching the camera, a certain screen appeared on the scrapped mission book. Wang Huai stared at the screen for a while, then closed the mission book heavily.

Xiao Li on the other side finished the whole paragraph in one breath, and thoughtfully gave Xu's mother in front of her a while to think about the story he told.

In fact, he didn't say it to Xu's mother in front of him, but more to the "ghost behind the scenes".

But unfortunately, he did not see each other within sight.

Xiao Li tried to intensify his ridicule: "I suggest you update your thesaurus, or retake the Chinese subject."

Xu's mother on the opposite side seemed to be stunned. She couldn't believe her ears and stood there. When she looked carefully, her eyes seemed to be cross-eyed.

After a long time, she barely recovered her voice: "I can't understand what you are talking about."

Xiao Li: "...All right, then I won't bother you."

Xiao Li waited for a while, but didn't wait for the black figure to appear, and saw that Xu's mother in front of him had no secrets to squeeze out. He looked left and right at the neighbor's windows on both sides, and raised his hand as a "goodbye" gesture.

...looks like a polite guest.

Although this guest almost gave the hostess a meal just now.

He left easily. Although Mother Xu looked angry, she had no intention of chasing after Xiao Li.

She just stood there, looking at the boy's back together with the two faces protruding from the neighbor's window.

Xiao Li walked in the town without a destination, and walked wherever he saw.

He integrated the clues so far in his mind, wrapped his fingers around the doll's hair, and stopped along the way.

Frankly speaking, if you don't regard this place as a dungeon world, the style and appearance of this exotic town is still a tourist attraction worth visiting.

The European-style brick buildings stand side by side in the gray fog, which has a misty and rainy temperament.

It would be better if there were no weird eyes from the shopkeepers along the road looking at foreigners.

Xiao Li complacently continued to move forward under those gazes until he turned into a small road.

It was a narrow street compared to other roads. Most of the shops along the way were locked, and only a small shop at the bottom of the alley was lit.

The door of this store is half open, and there is a feather curtain hanging at the door. Feathers and beads are worn together, blown by the wind from time to time, and hitting each other.

When Xiao Li got closer, he realized that the light was actually a candle placed at the door. The candle had already burned halfway, and the wax dripped down the candle body, congealing into lumps.

Inside, close to the door curtain, there is a black table with something covered with a cloth in the middle.

There is a woman sitting behind the table, her hair is decorated with small white flowers, woven together with the hair, and covered with a layer of black gauze, her face is as white as jade, but her fingers are covered with old wrinkles, like eight Teenage woman.

She looked at Xiao Li from a distance through the door curtain: "Outsider, come in, meeting is fate, and I can divination for you what you want."

Xiao Li: "What about divination?"

He casually looked back, only to see that the original way in had disappeared, replaced by a wall, blocking the way out.

The fortune teller tore away the black cloth on the table, revealing a crystal ball.

This crystal ball is round and crystal-clear in color, reflecting her beautiful face.

"Everything." The fortune teller put his hands on the crystal ball, "Your fortune, love and future."

Xiao Li pointed to the way he came from: "May I ask, if I don't agree, will I not be able to get out?"

The fortune teller covered his lips with his fingertips and smiled: "What do you think?"

Xiao Li: "..."

The last one who wanted to divination for him—or prophesied was already dead.

The fortune teller looked at him greedily, not like looking at a human being, but like looking at a walking blood-eating animal.

Since he couldn't leave, Xiao Li simply walked in, pulled out the chair, and sat opposite the fortune teller.

Almost as soon as Xiao Li took his seat, the fortune-teller leaned forward impatiently, licking his lips with the tip of his tongue like a snake letter when speaking: "Of course divination will not be free, I need to charge something."

"what?"

"Your youth." The fortune teller's eyes became more sticky, "Your face, your flesh."

Xiao Li: "Is this the reason why your face can maintain youthfulness?"

I didn't feel it from a long distance before, but now I looked closely, and the face in front of me was like a girl's fortune teller, covered with wrinkles and spots from the neck down, it was completely different from the skin on the face.

After being unmasked so mercilessly, the fortune teller glared at him, and couldn't wait to sit back in his seat, wanting to touch the crystal ball in front of him with his palm: "Let's start?"

"Wait a minute." Xiao Li took out the little yellow book, spread it on the table, and said casually, "I forgot to introduce myself, I am also an amateur fortune-teller."

Fortune teller:? ? ?

Peer? !

Xiao Li: "I, um, barely rely on a divination tool for divination, but I prefer to call it a prophecy."

The fortune teller restrained her original expression, and looked at Xiao Li carefully: "props?"

Xiao Li: "Yes, so I want to make a deal with you."

Without giving the fortune teller a chance to intervene, Xiao Li continued: "How about this, let's fortune tell each other, if whoever predicts is more accurate, you can take away my youth if you win, and you need to give me a clue if I win."

He still looks like a teenager, his black hair has grown a little longer, it has not been cut, and it is just scattered between his eyebrows, but because there are too many ghosts on his body, he has a sense of distance from the eyes of ordinary people than before, and when he looks at people, he will give him a sense of distance. It was an illusion that it was clearly reflected in his eyes, but he didn't pay attention to it.

Such a person claimed to be a fortune teller, so there was some credibility in saying so.

The fortune teller hesitated for a moment, but the attraction brought by living flesh and blood was too strong, she couldn't help licking her lips: "...Yes, you come first."

She has discretion to decide what to do next.

"Okay." Xiao Li didn't shirk, he picked up a pen and wrote a line on the little yellow book.

The next moment, behind him, in this room, a coffin suddenly appeared.

There was a slit in front of the coffin, and from the perspective of the fortune-teller, one could vaguely see an old man lying inside, holding a mirror in his arms.

This is the coffin of Ouroboros, whose name was engraved by Xiao Li, and has been forcibly related since then.

Xiao Li walked over and tapped the coffin board with his knuckles: "Please borrow a mirror."

No matter how you think about it, the Mirror of Prophecy is no worse than any random fortune-teller in the dungeon.

The coffin ghost was originally staying in its own world, lying comfortably in the coffin, waiting for the next unlucky ghost to arrive, but Xiao Li knocked three souls out of it and lost two souls.

This voice... so familiar? !

When Xiao Li said the second word, the coffin ghost opened his eyes.

When he finished his sentence, the coffin ghost sat up as if he had seen a ghost, hugged the mirror of Ouroboros tightly in his arms, and shook his head.

If Ye Zeqing was there, he would be able to read a sentence of emotion: [You are dreaming, God knows if you want to come back after giving it to you? 】

Xiao Li didn't want to come, and didn't insist, he turned his head and pointed at the fortune-teller and said, "Then you come and make a prediction for her, what do you want to predict?"

Looking at the coffin and the old man inside, the fortune teller felt a bad feeling in his heart.

This mirror and coffin have even surpassed ghosts and ghosts, and they have the taste of some gods. They are divine tools.

The coffin ghost looked in the direction Xiao Li pointed, and looked at the crystal ball in front of the fortune-teller. It could sense the ghostly aura and power of the fortune-teller. As the keeper of the artifact, it had extremely high intelligence. Figured out what's going on now.

The old man pushed the coffin board in front of him, glanced at Xiao Li with a solemn expression, and brushed his hand on the mirror.

I saw the mirror in its hand flickering, and two large characters were formed on it:

【Run away! ! ! 】

Fearing that the fortune teller, the same kind, would not be able to understand it, he added three exclamation marks.

——This is the greatest tenderness it gives to its juniors, and it does its best.