I Wasn't Born Lucky

Wen Wenwen got up, put his hand on Bruce's shoulder beside him, and walked in the direction of going back.

However, before taking two steps, the sound of approaching footsteps came from the mist in that direction, approaching like a ghost. The footsteps were somewhat heavy, but not heavier than ordinary people, between ordinary and abnormal The middle value makes it hard to figure out whether the thing in the fog is a person or a monster.

"Take a detour to the side, the road on the left can be detoured." Wen Wenwen withdrew his hand, staring at the front and said.

They immediately turned their heads and walked in the direction Wen Wenwen said, but not only the direction that everyone was facing, but also the same footsteps from the side they wanted to detour.

The difference from the side just now is that a gust of wind from nowhere blows away the thick fog in front of him, and a face emerges from it, facing the reincarnated people who barely stopped.

Jin Handong glanced at it, only to feel that that face was so familiar.

Just before, I ate and chatted with them, slept in the same small bungalow, and finally slept in my own bed.

He is the dead Tsuruta, but he appeared in the mist and gradually approached the reincarnation.

Tsuruta opened his eyes, and those protruding eyeballs were filled with dense white worm threads, and those worm threads burrowed around inside, and a lump would fall out of the eye sockets at a step, and be crushed by him.

Judging from the degree of decay of the corpse, it looked like he had been dead for at least half a month.

But it was less than two days before his actual death.

"Run!" Jin Handong said under his breath, hearing the footsteps coming from all directions.

Since the voices in the fog came towards them from the center of the town, everyone had to run in the opposite direction. After running for about half a minute, Wen Wenwen at the front stopped.

In the open space ahead, the group of young people who had walked out of the store were gathering together.

The red-haired boss was taking his last puff of cigarette, casually threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and rolled it back and forth with his toes.

This land is at the edge of Sidi Lan Mi Town, the land is barren, and it is usually used as an isolated land, and people don't often pass by, so they chose to play here.

The young people brought a few clothes drying poles and cardboard boxes from nowhere, and fixed the clothes drying poles on the railings with tape, hollowed out the bottom of the cartons, and glued them to the top of the railings, as a simple basketball rack use.

The railing behind the clothes drying pole is the railing around the edge of the town, dividing the town from the outside world.

The younger brother who was holding the cigarette case of the red-haired boss wrapped up the cardboard box and held the basketball in his hands. After confirming that it would not get stuck, he turned around and said, "Boss, it's okay, we can start, I want to play with you .”

Red-haired old man: "Okay, okay, don't bother me, let's start, the old man wants me to go back early."

The remaining few shrugged and automatically divided into two teams. The younger brother threw the basketball to the red-haired boss. He poured the ball on the ground, slapped it up and down, and assumed an offensive posture.

The other team started to defend, and the two sides played back and forth for several rounds before being interrupted by the footsteps of the reincarnators.

The red-haired boss turned around, but the ball in his hand didn't hold firmly, and rolled straight forward, reaching Wen Wenwen's feet.

The younger brother is very good at winking. Seeing that the fog was too thick, his boss couldn't see who was coming in front of him. He thought it was an old man in the town, and his face was not very good-looking. He immediately stepped forward and walked a few meters. Behind the group of outsiders, they shouted: "What are you people from outside doing here? Are you used to living here and want to leave?"

The red-haired boss raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and was about to fly out of his face: "Hurry up and walk around, there will be a few batches every year, I am really convinced, I am so annoyed."

Wen Wenwen only felt his feet itch, and wanted to kick the basketball in front of him away, but considering that it would definitely fly out of town in this direction, it would be better to have less than one more thing, so he chose to endure it.

Originally, he wanted to change paths and escape on the spot, but at this time, the footsteps behind the original reincarnation disappeared, and the fog did not dissipate.

Kexia stood up, brushing back her temples, which were sweaty from running, to her ears, her green eyes were like water waves: "You just said how many batches of foreigners come every year? Do you know what happened to them? Is it?"

The red-haired young man sneered: "They are not my parents, I take care of them? You too, go as soon as you want, don't delay my playing."

Kexia: "..."

Wretched bastard.

There was nothing Kesia could do about meeting such a difficult person to communicate with.

If this was the reality, she would have gone up to teach his mother a long time ago, and although she can teach the other party a lesson now, in the dungeon world, if you can bear it, you can bear it. She and Wen Wenwen chose the same way to deal with it.

Bruce whispered in her ear: "Now the voice chasing us has disappeared, should we go back and have a look?"

"To confirm, is it because the time is up, so the monster in the mist disappeared, or is it because we are here." Wen Wenwen said without the slightest hesitation.

They were about to turn around and try again, when one of the young men in peaked caps in the clearing over there suddenly screamed.

"what!"

He stood right behind the red-haired boss and startled him: "Little Qian, what's the matter?"

Just when Hongmao turned his head, the basketball that had been touching Wen Wenwen's toes rolled up automatically without wind, and rolled to Hongmao's heel.

There was a rubbing sensation at his feet, Hongmao looked down and found that it was the basketball, so he reached out to pick it up. He thought it was Wen Wenwen who kicked it, so he said bluntly: "You guys are quite acquainted."

The red-haired boss didn't look at the reincarnation at all, so he didn't see the shocked expression on the other's face.

Just because in the eyes of reincarnators, the basketball, when held in the arms of the red-haired boss, has changed from an ordinary orange-brown basketball to a human head.

The figure was wearing a triangular hood, with a mottled cut on the neck and a clear cut on the throat.

This is... the head of that throat-cut figure!

Everyone turned their heads immediately, and caught the figure diagonally behind.

Compared with the first time we met, the cut-throat figure was covered in bruises, with cut wounds all over his body, and the neck injury was the most serious. Its head was missing.

The figure with the throat cut was facing the red-haired boss, as if he was "looking" at his own head.

The young man called "Little Qian" bent down, hugged his stomach, and said with a painful face: "Just now...something hit me, and it hurt me to death."

The little red-haired boy sneered, "Hit your stomach? You're afraid you're not here for uncle."

Xiaoqian clutched his stomach, lifted up his clothes, and found a large bruise on his stomach: "This... what's going on, it didn't exist before."

Hongmao frowned: "I think you fell or hit the corner of the table when you came out. It's really disappointing. Go back and apply some potion. There are a few left, let's continue."

He didn't pay attention to the reincarnated people at all. He hugged the basketball and made a jumping gesture towards the hoop: "Keep going, it's a bit late, whoever gets the first goal wins."

"Wait—" Wen Wenwen hadn't finished his interdicting words when there was another commotion in the open space.

Before Hongmao let go of the basketball, the loyal boy standing beside him yelled loudly again. He clutched his left arm and rolled on the ground in pain: "It hurts, boss, it hurts, someone hit me arm!"

"What a mess, get up, you touch porcelain?" The red-haired boss kicked him with his toe.

The usually obedient little brother couldn't survive this time, curling himself up like a shrimp: "It hurts too much, boss, it hurts so much!"

Xiao Li, who was standing at the back, walked over, pulled the red hair from behind, squatted down and fiddled with his arm: "It's dislocated."

Little brother: "Hiss, brother, take it easy, it hurts me to death!"

The red-haired boss felt a little cold on his back: "No, why did it dislocate suddenly? I haven't dunked my invincible dunk yet?"

Wen Wenwen and others also came over, he stared at the head in Hongmao's hand and said, "I didn't see anything..."

They had been observing the head before, but the head's eyes were closed tightly, and he didn't do anything to attack the younger brother and the young man. Could it be that there is a kind of ghost in this open space?

Xiao Li didn't make a sound.

The younger brother looked at Xiao Li eagerly: "Will you accept it?"

Xiao Li: "No."

Little brother: "..."

Before he could speak, Jin Handong walked over and said, "I will pick it up, bear with it."

She grabbed the younger brother's arm and exerted strength, accompanied by the sound of the bones returning to the right position. After the younger brother screamed loudly, his arm recovered from the dislocated state.

"Thank you, thank you." He tried to move his arms.

Xiao Li wanted to take the head from the red-haired boss, but the red-haired boss didn't let go, glaring at him: "Why?"

Xiao Li pondered for a moment: "Thank you for curing him?"

The red-haired boss: "...No, I think you didn't cure it, did you?"

"Okay," Xiao Li asked Jin Handong, "Can I have this as a thank you gift?"

Jin Handong replied a little confused: "...it's okay, Sherlock, you can figure it out."

Xiao Li looked back at Hongmao, and stretched out his hand to signal.

In fact, this is not a very valuable thing. The younger brother is Hongmao's friend for many years. He reluctantly let go of his hand and let the boy in front of him take his basketball.

Hongmao originally wanted to explain a few words, for example, he could sign the basketball to make it more valuable, but the next second, in his sight, Xiao Li held the basketball with his fingertips, and then used another One hand swings out, allowing the basketball to spin against the fingertips.

When the basketball was spinning at the fastest speed, he pushed up with his fingers, tossed the basketball in the air, and threw it out with the palm of his hand.

This is a common slam dunk position.

The premise is that he is throwing a real basketball.

In the eyes of the reincarnated person, the closed-eyed human head was spinning rapidly in the air, and Xiao Li threw it at the throat-cut figure who had lost his head.

If you observe carefully enough, you will find that the human head has a tendency to roll its eyes because of the previous strenuous exercise.

And its body frantically reached out to pick up its own head.

I don't know if it's because of Xiao Li's poor shooting skills, or because the throat-cut figure has no head and can't see the way. Anyway, the head crashed on the way.

It didn't reach the opposite side of the parabola, but bumped twice halfway and rolled towards the outside.

The cut-throat figure bent down, looking for its own head.

other people:"……………"

Only Hongmao said confusedly, "Why are you throwing the ball over there?"