Mysterious Recovery

The announcement of the funeral on the third day caused everyone in the ancient house to immediately encounter unprecedented danger.

Originally, according to the situation of the vigil on the second day, Yang Jian and others only needed to stay near the red coffin in the back hall to be safe, but first Fan Xing and others provoked some kind of ghost curse, which led to the ancient house. Li Gui found everyone hiding in the back hall.

That's it. Zhou Deng walked outside with a white lantern, and then did the report of the funeral on the third day.

This led him to recruit the ghosts from the outside into the old mansion.

Right now there are ghosts inside and outside the ancient house.

Everyone had nowhere to go, so they had to choose to fight the Li Gui desperately.

Yang Jian guarded the red coffin and prevented any ghosts from approaching. What he was most worried about was that the old man was affected by other ghosts at this time, leading to early awakening and ruining the arrival of the first seven days.

Wang Feng also had other ghost masters guarding the back door.

Relying on a game of craps, the time for the ghosts to invade the ancient house was forcibly delayed.

"The key to breaking the game lies on Li Yang's side. Once Li Yang returns successfully, the situation here can be reversed." At this moment, Yang Jian knew what to do next.

Everyone must withstand the pressure from the ghost attack, and then hold on to the moment when the turning point comes.

if not.

Yang Jian must consider abandoning everyone, giving up sending letters, abandoning this ancient house, and surviving alone...

He has the ability to live, so naturally he will not be buried here with everyone.

at the same time.

Li Yang started to walk while staring at the burning speed of the red ghost candle in his hand. He walked smoothly, passing the patio, and came to the gate.

He tried to open the wooden door.

It turned out that the wooden door seemed to be stuck and couldn't be opened easily.

The ghost candle in his hand burned faster.

If less than half of the remaining ghost candles are consumed in this situation, I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand even a minute.

Li Yang gritted his teeth and stretched the ghost candle to the crack in the middle of the door.

The flame of the ghost candle swelled abruptly, and then there was a series of rapid footsteps outside, and there was more than one, and these footsteps quickly dispersed.

Crunch!

The old door is now open.

The candlelight of the ghost candle flickered, and there was a short section left.

"The cost of using ghost candles to disperse ghosts is too great to withstand consumption." Li Yang gritted his teeth and quickly placed the ghost candles farther away to ensure the safety of this doorway.

Then he looked up and saw the white lantern hanging on the door.

The cold wind blows.

The old faded pale lantern swayed, exuding light.

Looking back, there were several strange figures faintly appearing near the candlelight of the ghost candle. Those figures swayed back and forth, appeared and disappeared from time to time, and could not accurately capture the exact position.

Li Gui wandered outside this gate.

It seems that after reporting the funeral, there are ghosts in the back door, and the front is the same. I am afraid that the entire old house will not be much better.

Li Yang took advantage of the last period of the ghost candle burning, quickly climbed the gate, and then took down the white lantern.

Everything is going well.

This is surprising.

As soon as the lantern was in hand, the light of the ghost candle he placed on the ground was immediately extinguished.

There were too many ghosts nearby, and they couldn't withstand a single candlelight, so they were consumed cleanly, and there were no candles left.

There is no such eerie candlelight.

The strange figure that was photographed nearby disappeared immediately.

The ghost did not leave, but still wandered around.

It's just that without the influence of ghost candles at this moment, Li Yang would never see these ghosts anymore.

He felt extraordinarily cold around him.

There was even a feeling of touching something cold on the skin, and the whole person seemed to be surrounded by ghosts, and seemed to be swallowed.

Even though he didn't see anything around, Li Yang could still smell the smell of rotting corpses and the smell of mud.

"The ghost did not attack me." Li Yang grabbed the white lantern.

The pale and shining light radiated from the lantern, illuminating the surrounding area, so that he would not lose his way.

And leaving this area, other places are dizzy and terrible.

"Hurry back."

Li Yang didn't dare to delay the slightest. He hesitated for a few more seconds here, and a few more people would die in the back hall.

So he carried the lantern and immediately walked along the side of the old house to go to the back hall.

But as soon as he moved, his face suddenly froze.

Behind him, a series of footsteps sounded, and it seemed that the ghosts hovering around were following him at the moment.

Li Yang speeded up, and the pace behind him also speeded up.

Look back.

Behind him was empty, nothing but dead silence and darkness.

"Ghosts will not kill people reporting funerals, so the way to survive on the third day is this...According to the normal situation, everyone has to leave the old house on the third day and bring the ghosts with the lanterns. Wandering around the old house until the end of the third day of the funeral, I now understand."

Li Yang is not stupid, he is also a survivor of a supernatural incident.

Without a bit of head, he would have died in the ghost painting incident a long time ago. It is impossible to become a ghost master and live to this day.

"So, my task is not to return to the back hall with a lantern, but to distract other ghosts near the ancient house, so that the captain can deal with the ghosts in the ancient house with peace of mind."

"The captain's judgment is not wrong. The second day's vigil and the third day's funeral report cannot overlap. Now we must find a way to correct it."

After Li Yang thought it through, his pace quickened.

He will not stop no matter what supernatural phenomena are happening behind him or around him.

Although his actions are already fast.

But for everyone in the back hall, let alone persisting for a few hours, even a minute of persistence would have to pay a heavy price.

A red dice finally stopped after spinning several times on the ground.

The number is: 2.

On the opposite side, the number on a black dice is: 5.

The ghost's point is 5, and Wang Feng's point is 2.

When the game reached the fifth round, Wang Feng's luck ran out. He was tight and sweating, staring at the points he threw, as if lost, and carrying a few points. unbelievable.

"I, I lost..." Wang Feng's mouth moved.

Then his body began to quickly become cold, the blood on his face disappeared immediately, and the look in his eyes suddenly extinguished, like a little spark in the wind, at this moment, he was ruthlessly pinched by this cruel world.

Wang Feng didn't move, he lost his breath.

Lost his life and died in this nameless and terrifying old house.

"Did you lose?" The eagle glanced at it with an inexplicable sadness.

From being cursed by strange letters to becoming a messenger, Wang Feng struggled all the way to survive. From the first floor to the fourth floor of the post office, he sent out more than a dozen terrible letters. No ghost could kill him, but he didn't expect that he was still stuck in the last level.

The fifth floor of this post office didn't make it past, and stopped here.

The cold breath entered from outside the back door at this moment.

Wang Feng lost, the ghost is coming in now.

"I'll bet against ghosts."

At this moment, a ghost rider gritted his teeth and pushed away Wang Feng's body, sat down again, he directly picked up the red dice and threw it out.

Before the ghost came in.

This person forcibly took over the gambling game and continued what Wang Feng had done before.

The red dice turned, and finally stopped, and an unimaginable point was thrown out by the ghost rider: 6.

The largest number of points appeared.

"Ha ha."

The ghost rider smiled, his face twitching unnaturally with a nervous smile.

The game begins.

The cold breath stopped and did not invade the ancient house.

The ghost was forcibly brought into this game, bound by the rules of the game.

So even if the ghost is betting against Wang Feng, it is useless. If only someone continues the game, then they must continue to bet until all the people on Yang Jian's side are dead.

soon.

The black dice turned, and the number of points the ghost rolled was: 5.

It's another 5.

Before Wang Feng died on this number, but the ghost master first threw a 6 with his hands.

So the first one won.

The cold breath receded and left the back door.

"Ghost, gone." The ghost master immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then grinned.

But this smile just appeared, and soon froze again.

An old pair of black cloth shoes came over and tried to enter the back hall, but stopped at the door threshold.

Subsequently.

The black dice used by Li Gui turned.

"It's a ghost again. Wang Feng won the gambling and left before. How long has it been before?" The ghost master suddenly shrank.

Because the ghosts that can't be dispelled by this supernatural game must be extremely dangerous.

The luck of the ghost who participated in this game for the second time seems to be a bit bad.

2:00.

"It looks like I can live longer than you." The ghost master glanced at the corpse of Wang Feng.

At this moment, Fan Xing had thrown Wang Feng's corpse from the back door, as if throwing rubbish, quickly disappeared from the sight of everyone, and rolled down a downhill into the woods behind.

The body of the messenger cannot be placed in this ancient house.

Once possessed by something, the corpse is not a corpse, but a ghost.

In addition, no one can guarantee that this Wang Feng is not a ghost master.

Therefore, everyone was silent about Fan Xing's behavior, and there was no objection.

Although Wang Feng did make great efforts and sacrifices before, he is now dead, and everything is meaningless. Those who survive have to continue to survive and cannot be affected by his corpse.

The other ghost master who took over held the dice in his hand for ten seconds following Wang Feng.

Every ten seconds.

He was not greedy for time, and immediately threw the red dice out.

The point of the ghost is 2.

The probability of winning is great.

But Destiny seems to have made a joke with him. When the red dice stopped spinning, a point that made him desperate appeared: 1.

1 o'clock.

It is smaller than the ghost's 2 points.

"How could this be, how could this be? How could it be a little..."

This man immediately became insane, like a gambler who had lost his entire net worth, with red eyes and bloodshot eyes, roaring and roaring.

"Luck is like this. You may have six points or one point. You may win a hand, but the ghost will never lose. The biggest unfairness is not in the game, but in the identity of the bettor. If you never gamble to win the ghost, it's the same reason that the gambler will never win the dealer." The eagle said solemnly.

The ghost master is still roaring, venting his unwillingness.

But to no avail.

soon.

He staggered and fell to the ground.

His face was cold, his mouth grew wide, his eyes were dull and gray, and he lost his life.

His life was wiped out by spirit, even the ghost rider could not resist the terrifying curse of this ghost dice.

It's just that when this person dies, someone in his heart needs to take over the bet.

Those old black cloth shoes have a tendency to walk into the back hall at the moment.

In accordance with Yang Jian's regulations.

After the ghost rider died, he had to change the messenger.

There are only three messengers left right now.

Eagle, Daqiang, Yang Xiaohua.

Daqiang's eyes flickered, as if he didn't want to participate so quickly, Yang Xiaohua, as an ordinary person, had the red balloon in her hand, and it was not time to play.

So at this time, the eagle did not refuse, and immediately picked up the black dice on the ground and threw it out.

The game continues.

The old black cloth shoes stopped.

As before, because the eagle started the game directly, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules to continue the game of tossing points.

"Li Yang hasn't come back yet? Three have died. If we die like this, we are destined to be destroyed by the group."

Fan Xing was very impatient at this time, he was almost desperate when he saw this situation.

People around me died one after another.

Either he was killed by a ghost invasion, or he died in order to delay the ghost.

The most important thing is that there is no hope in the process of confronting Li Gui.

This is because Yang Jian is here.

He alone withstood all the ghosts coming from the lobby, and didn't let a ghost come.

But even this is of no avail.

When the trend of the invading ghosts from the outside was not contained, it was still inevitable to be annihilated in the end.

He had known this situation a long time ago, so he shouldn't be so stupid as to fight for the right to speak, wouldn't it be enough to cling to Yang Jian's thighs obediently?

And that **** Zhou Deng.

If all of them listened to Yang Jian's instructions, the first seven might be able to survive safely.

"rustle......"

In the dark lobby, the sound of the radio that had been lingering before rang again.

The signal was successfully received soon, and weird words came out: "Hey, hey, you are all dying, almost...Sashi~!"

Yang Jian's face sank.

The coffin nail in his hand wanted to be nailed to death immediately, but reason told him that the coffin nail was not ready for use.

If you really get out of control and can't keep it, his coffin nail will be left to the old man in the coffin~www.wuxiaspot.com~, at least the most dangerous things must be solved.

The rest is up to fate.

Yang Xiaohua trembled all over at the moment, and she felt that her breathing had become a luxury.

Although I knew that this mail delivery mission would be difficult, I didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

After a long period of tightness, she felt her whole body froze, as if she had lost consciousness. There was no way she could only move her body in a small range, lest she could not move even if she encountered danger later.

Yang Xiaohua stepped aside.

But there is still another moment.

Her face suddenly changed.

After stepping back a few steps, she stepped on the ground and fell back uncontrollably.

As if there was an abyss behind him.

"what!"

Yang Xiaohua let out a scream.

Several people nearby looked together.

Immediately, everyone's eyes shrank.

There was a gap in the wall behind Yang Xiaohua.

It was as if the wall had cracked.

It's like a bottomless abyss, wanting to swallow the living.

Yang Jian has been guarding against their respective accidents. At the moment Yang Xiaohua fell, his ghost hand moved.

Several ghost hands appeared on Yang Xiaohua's body and invaded her body.

next moment.

The red balloon in Yang Xiaohua's hand directly wrapped her arm, and quickly floated up with her whole person.

Because at this moment, there were ghosts and supernatural powers in her body, so the red balloon played a role.

"Have the walls of the back hall been eroded by spirituality?" Yang Jian pondered.

He is still maintaining the state, using the smallest means to produce the best results.

Because it's still early, there are still many places to work hard.