Mysterious Recovery

After Yang Jian felt that Li Yang had walked out of the ghost shadow's coverage area, he immediately collected the ghost shadow.

He must now face more dangerous things.

That is to hold the coffin to prevent the old man in the coffin from resuscitating early, otherwise not only will it not be able to survive the first seven, but the task of delivering the letter will also fail.

"Be careful, his body was invaded by ghosts."

Everyone looked at the ghost wielder who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood, his face changed drastically.

Because the blood volume of this vomiting blood has exceeded the blood of a normal person, besides that, this person is getting thinner and thinner, because this vomiting blood also contains his own blood.

This person was turning into a corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And there seemed to be something squirming in the blood that was spit out.

"It's not saved, he has been eroded too deeply."

Yang Jian continued to do it at this moment, and the cracked spear he was holding was directly nailed to the ghost master.

The suppression of the coffin nails is still so strong that there is almost no solution.

The ghost wielder who was turning into a corpse immediately opened his eyes and froze.

He stopped vomiting blood, but was also killed.

Because the coffin nail crushed his ghost, he lost his spiritual power and could not continue to survive.

Yang Jian didn't let the ghost rider occupy the coffin nail, but directly threw the corpse out through the open back door.

Although the ghosts will still recover outside, as long as the law of killing is not triggered, the ghosts will not necessarily focus on people like themselves, and even if they focus on those people, it will be the next thing, and there are more urgent things to deal with right now.

"boom!"

The old gun in the eagle's hand rang.

Because he saw a vague outline appearing in the darkness in front of the aisle.

But with this shot, the vague outline retreated several meters, but less than ten seconds later, the vague outline appeared again.

The eagle's face sank, and he could only shoot one after another to delay the time, until the bullets of the old pistol in his hand were exhausted.

Wang Feng didn’t say much. He sat in front of the opened back door and took out two dice that seemed to be polished from bones. One black and one red, with a little number on them, except for the abnormal color. All are the same as ordinary dice.

As soon as the two dice were placed, the spirit outside the back door suddenly became quiet.

"If you want to come in, you must abide by the rules of this horror game. Come and try and gamble with me. If I win, I die, you come in, and if you lose, you leave."

As a messenger on the fourth floor, Wang Feng, in addition to the blood-stained mallet that was snatched before, also had another spiritual item, that was the ghost dice.

This was taken during a delivery mission when he was on the third floor.

In order to get this thing, he and Li Ghost blocked three of them, and they all won.

Recalling the original thrills is still vivid.

But today, he feels that he can no longer keep it. This thing must be used: "Daqiang, if I lose the bet, you will take it, if you die, let the eagle come... this Once a game has started, it cannot be stopped, otherwise the back door will simply get out of control."

The face of the ghost master named Daqiang changed, but he did not refuse.

now.

A black dice seemed to stand up strangely obliquely under the influence of a kind of spiritual force, and then began to rotate, and finally it turned faster and faster...The black dice representing the identity of the ghost began to throw Clicked.

The dice turned for an unknown number of times, stopped quickly, and rolled several times on the ground.

A bright red dot on the black dice appeared in front of my eyes.

1 o'clock.

When Wang Feng saw this, he was a little relieved. It seemed that this ghost was very unlucky, and he threw a point.

"It's me." He picked up the red dice.

The dots on the red dice are black, and the dots on the black dice are red.

The two dice are connected to each other, cursing each other, and it is a game of throwing points between the man and the ghost.

And once the game starts, it cannot be ended easily.

Because ghosts can leave the game after entering the game, but humans cannot. Once they leave the game, they will be killed by ghosts.

so.

If Wang Feng wants to survive, he must maintain the continuation of this game.

"I am safe during the game."

He took a deep breath, and threw the red dice in his hand on the ground after silently counting for ten seconds.

Ten seconds.

This is the longest time Li Gui can wait. If Wang Feng keeps holding the dice without losing it, the Li Gui who participates in the game every second after ten seconds may break free from the constraints of the rules of the game and kill him.

Therefore, whether in the game or outside the game, people are always in a weak state.

After all, ghosts can lift the table, but he doesn't believe it.

The red dice in Wang Feng's hand was spinning, rolling down several times, almost irregularly. After this thing was thrown out, it was not controlled by force. It seems that the dice themselves also have their own ideas, so there will be a few in the end. The points are all luck, because he has practiced dice throwing techniques and skills, but unfortunately it is useless.

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Otherwise, he can easily win by relying on a thousand.

The red dice finally stopped: 3.

Three o'clock.

The point is neither high nor low, it is an average.

There is no doubt that he won the first game.

The old black cloth shoes placed on the threshold of the back door moved, moved back and left the back hall, but they didn't go too far. They stopped when they were only a few meters away.

"This ghost is too terrifying. Winning a bet only caused him to step back about five meters." Wang Feng's heart trembled.

Instead, he won a bet before, and the ghost will not appear around for at least ten minutes.

However, he couldn't help thinking too much.

The black dice turned again.

This is another ghost joining the game. Although the ghost is not visible, it is certain that the ghost is standing outside this door.

The black dice stopped quickly, this time the number is: 4.

Wang Feng's face suddenly changed. This number was already very stressful. From one to six numbers on the dice, four points were already a big number.

To win, all you have to do is roll fives and sixs.

If he also throws 4 points, then even if it is a tie, another hand will be played until the winner is determined.

This ghost dice looks so terrible.

Wang Feng bit his scalp and picked up the red dice on the ground, still the old rules, he squeezed it in his hand for ten seconds.

After ten seconds, he didn't have a greed for one more second, and immediately threw the dice out.

The red dice rolled on the ground in an unreasonable way of movement, obviously throwing forward, but the dice were rolling backward.

soon.

The number of dice comes out: 4.

"A tie..." Wang Feng's heart was pricked in a cold sweat.

This game with Li Gui did not stop.

After the tie, the black dice representing Li Gui continued to spin...

"If you lose, you will be gone."

Yang Xiaohua tightly grasped the red balloon, watching this throwing game with Li Gui, her face turned a little nervous.

"The messenger on the fourth floor still has some tricks." Yang Jian saw this scene, and he probably understood it.

This Wang Feng temporarily withstood the pressure of the back door, and dragged the ghost who was trying to invade into a supernatural game. UUReading www.uukanshu.com delayed the time through the game and suppressed the supernatural.

But this game will not last long.

"If you don't dare to disturb the ghost's ability, go to the back door to play games with the ghost. If one person dies on my side, you will send a person on top and take turns to take over. When the four messengers on my side are all dead, you are almost the same. Now." Yang Jian said.

"it is good."

Fan Xing and the others changed their expressions. They didn't refuse at this moment, but they gritted their teeth and agreed.

This is fair.

Everyone takes turns to take over, life and death are left to life.

Yang Jian's practice also made it impossible to fault.

"Have you come?" Yang Jian's expression was stunned at this moment, and he suddenly turned around, staring at the direction of the lobby.

Ghosts cover the ground, triggering the medium.

He saw a pale and thin dead body without clothes. The dead body's face was very long and terrifying, and the arms were thin and terrifying, it was skinny.

Yang Jian observed the medium, his face was cold, and the hatchet in his hand was immediately chopped down.

With this knife, he directly chopped that Li ghost in half.

"what!"

There was another weird scream, very soft, like a woman.

Li Gui was dismembered.

But the next moment.

The curse broke out.

A crack appeared on Yang Jian's waist, which cut him off and couldn't recover in a short time.

But he did not plan to recover in a short time.

Therefore, the position he chose is the waist, even if he is really cut in the waist, it will not affect the subsequent activities.

But ghosts are different.

Once the ghost is dismembered by the hatchet, it will be in a state of being suppressed for a short period of time, and then will gradually recover, and then will find the puzzle... It will take at least an hour to fully recover to the state before the hatchet. Above, maybe even longer.