Weird Regulator

The light of the car's taillight stretched Yu Guo's back very long, and he lowered his head slightly.

What surrounds my ears is the roar of the strong wind, the rustling of the leaves, and the flapping of the wings of the flying birds.

The words left for Ji Li were thrown into the driver's seat along with the recorder.

Raising his left hand slightly, the black book with no word cover was blown open by the wind, and the blank paper was waiting for writing by a living person.

Yu Guo took a deep breath, slowly sat cross-legged on the floor, and took out a ballpoint pen from his backpack.

There was a little starlight in his eyes, holding a pen and paper, thinking about what kind of prophecy he should write down to save lives.

Evil is the root of evil, and its effect is unique. Prophecies come true and the future is written.

Regular use requires an eight-hour cooldown, but when the user is truly at the end of his rope, he has a more desperate use.

That is to write three prophecies at once and force them to be activated at the cost of overdrafting their lives!

And such an approach, even if Yu Guo can find a glimmer of hope, will turn him into a half-man, half-ghost, and lose his ability to think for two hours.

This approach is simply gambling on life.

Betting on those three prophecies will not only save his life, but also ensure that he will not be attacked by ghosts in the next two hours.

Yu Guo stared ahead, his brain running continuously. He had to think of a perfect prophecy to avoid this death disaster within ten minutes.

Three prophecies, each of which must not exceed twenty words. Under the current extreme environment, he must write a flawless logical chain as soon as possible.

This level of difficulty would be too high for anyone else!

Time passes minute by minute, whether the living person is willing or not.

There were only the last two minutes left before the third murderous sighting.

In the biting wind, Yu Guo looked solemn, and finally stopped hesitating and wrote a line on the first blank page.

Then, he turned to the second and third pages and left a paragraph on each.

Write with no regrets.

Looking at the ink marks that were quickly dried by the wind on the white paper, Yu Guo suddenly closed the object, smiled sadly, and looked up at the sky.

Whether it's life or death, just look at these three sentences.

…

At 1:43 on November 29, two figures who had been chasing for a long time in the woods on Jiangbin Avenue finally arrived.

Huang Banxian, who was hidden in the darkness, looked at the figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the avenue, his eyes shining.

You are a man who dares to be alone and wait for ghosts to arrive in a desperate situation.

Your Taoist master will secretly help you this time!

Huang Banxian pushed Clyde, who was watching the show next to him, to clear a small area in front of him.

He threw off his huge sleeves and swept the land in front of him, taking out things one by one from the bag.

A star compass, a large piece of yellowed kraft paper, a palm-sized incense burner, and two scarecrows.

After placing these, Huang Banxian also sat on the floor, took out the yellow paper and began to draw the talismans.

Clay knew Huang Banxian's abilities, but it was rare to see him engage in such a big battle with such solemnity, so he asked in confusion:

Fengjiao, is this necessary?

If we really want to save him, why don't we just use the crime objects to help him get through?

Huang Banxian didn't even raise his head. He drew talismans with his left hand, pinched his fingers with his right hand, and muttered:

“No, no, this ghost is very special.

The result of my mental calculation is that this trip only has a 1% chance of success. Even if I use all the means, I have to borrow some luck.

Clay's eyes widened when he heard this, and he subconsciously put his hand on his pocket:

Yu Guo, plus you and me, there is only a one percent chance of holding on?

Huang Banxian sighed, his goatee blowing a little crookedly in the wind, and raised his head solemnly:

This time, I will take action first, and if you don't, I won't.

Yu Guo was supposed to die. If we intervene, we may be contaminated by the cause and effect, and this disaster will also affect us.

Thinking of this, Huang Banxian also lowered his head sadly.

He placed nine yellow talismans on the kraft paper, and finally gritted his teeth and took out a dark purple talisman.

A pair of small eyes stared closely at the figure waiting for the ghost not far below, and said word by word:

Helping him is also helping ourselves. If we can't survive this, it will be difficult for us to survive this mission.

…

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock...

In the quiet environment, Yu Guo could hear the hands on the watch turning little by little. He stroked the wedding ring on his ring finger and waited quietly.

And at one point his eyelids twitched.

He suddenly stood up from the ground and stared straight ahead.

coming!

As far as the eye can see, there is a chaotic darkness, and the endless road stretches straight to the horizon.

But there was nothing there, Yu Guo's heart was beating wildly, and the palm of his hand pressing on the script was trembling slightly.

In his telepathy, he turned his head suddenly and saw a child who only reached his calves, using both hands to grab the hem of his clothes.

That child…

No, it should be the ghost boy.

It was looking at Yu Guo with its pure white eyes without pupils, and finally slowly stretched its hand under his clothes.

A burst of biting coldness made Yu Guo truly feel that his soul was out of body and his vitality as a human being was draining away.

He couldn't bear the pain, so his stiff body that could still move took two steps back, and at the same time he opened the first page of the script.

In the light of the car's taillights, the first prediction came true at this moment!

When a ghost approaches, a car brings outsiders to lure the ghost away.

At the same moment when these words were spoken, a bright car light suddenly lit up in the distance, accompanied by the roar of the machine.

When everything came true, the car came suddenly and stopped suddenly.

A bald man kicked the door open and got out of the car, cursing and shouting:

His grandma drove his car across the road in the middle of the night. Are you sick?

Yu Guo's body was already stiff, and the cost of triggering the script was extremely high. He no longer had much ability to think, so he could only glance at the bald head.

Seeing the bald head getting closer step by step, he clearly felt that his vitality was still losing, and his soul was being sucked away from his Tianling Cap.

The first prophecy is invalid!

The ghost boy in front of him had stuffed his hands into Yu Guo's clothes and was pressing his cold hands against his chest.

…

In another secret battle outside the main battlefield, Huang Banxian put his hands together with a yellow talisman in the middle.

He closed his eyes and kept chanting, but more and more cold sweat formed on his forehead, and his body began to tremble violently.

Clay's eyes were full of anxiety. He didn't know what was happening. He only knew that Yu Guo was on the verge of death.

And in the incense burner placed in front of the two of them, half of the incense inside burned out in the blink of an eye!

Until the yellow talisman in Huang Banxian's hand was completely turned into ashes, and there was a line of blood at the corner of his mouth, but he couldn't wipe it away.

With a fierce expression, he grabbed all the remaining yellow talismans on the kraft paper, rolled them into a ball, threw them into the incense burner, and set them on fire.

…

The wind blew again, and Yu Guo endured the pain of death and struggled to tear out the first page of the script.

The second prophecy appeared, and the words above were:

Later, I was taken away and dragged to hell three times.

The bald man finally saw something was wrong with Yu Guo, and he made an incredible move in the flash of lightning.

He actually picked up Yu Guo's almost completely stiff body and threw him into the passenger seat, then jumped into the car and stepped on the accelerator to escape quickly.

When Yu Guo was in the car, he finally had a chance to breathe, and most of the bone-chilling chill in his body had subsided.

This discovery made him overjoyed. It seemed that the ghost boy did ignore the sinful objects, but it would really be true if the sinful objects could affect the clerk.

When the third ghost sighting occurs, if someone can forcefully rescue the victim and escape from the place where the first crime occurred, it can really save lives.

…

How's it going? Fengjiao, can you do it?

Seeing that Yu Guo was taken away by a stranger who suddenly arrived, Clay quickly turned to look at Huang Banxian.

However, just as he said these words, there was only a bang sound.

The incense burner in front of me suddenly exploded.

Large amounts of incense ashes were scattered, and all the yellow paper talismans that had not been burned were invalidated.

As if being hit hard, Huang Banxian suddenly fell backwards and shouted:

The eight ghost-expelling talismans have no effect. That ghost...

That ghost ignores sinful objects! ! !

…

Huang Banxian's roar could not reach Yu Guo's ears. He was still in the car moving quickly, congratulating himself that he had found a way to solve the unsolvable murder.

But just as he took a breath, the hairs on the back of his neck immediately stood up again.

A hand grabbed his hair and jerked his entire head back.

As Yu Guo looked down in horror, the ghost boy's gray face was pressed against his eyelashes.

ah!!

In the constant stimulation of relaxation and relaxation, the irreversible death was vented by Yu Guo's unwilling roar.

In his tilted back head, a pale palm began to slowly squeeze out from his throat.

And in Yu Guo's invisible field of vision, there was actually a silver wedding ring on the ring finger of that hand!

Fear, death, palms, wedding rings...

In his madness, Yu Guo fiercely tore his right hand apart, his eyes full of hatred reflecting the terrifying face of the ghost boy.

The last prophecy, the last trump card, finally appeared:

Exchange of fate, death for outsiders

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