The Mysterious Resurrection

Chapter 69
In this way, one person and one ghost took turns to draw the bone sticks. I don't know how long it took, and I don't know whether it was luck or misfortune. The bucket was originally full, but now there are only ten bone sticks left.

Looking at the bone sticks piled up on the stone platform, Wen Zhong seemed to look normal, but he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

Now it was his turn to draw again.

Li Gui on the opposite side has always drawn five bone sticks from the lottery container from the beginning to now. Wen Zhong's safest and most risky method now is to draw five bone sticks as well.

If he does not draw a black lottery, then 100% is his victory.

But is it that simple?

Wen Zhong took a deep breath, and slowly pulled out a bone stick from the stick.

As expected, he didn't win.

At this moment, a bold thought flashed through Wen Zhong's mind: "It seems that this game is not a competition of luck, otherwise it would be impossible to not get a black lottery for so long, so the last one in the lottery tube should be a black lottery."

At this time, it was the ghost hand's turn to draw the bone sticks, and five were still drawn, but now there were only four bone sticks left in the stick.

This game is not difficult, as long as you understand the rules, you can easily win, but most people will be confused by the rules, thinking that this is a game of luck, but in fact it has nothing to do with luck.

"It looks like the lottery draw is the last one." Without waiting for the lottery container to urge him, Wen Zhong reached out and drew three bone sticks from the lottery tube. Of course, he didn't draw a black lottery.

There was only one bone stick left in the stick, and the game would be over after the ghost took it away.

However, to his surprise, Li Gui didn't intend to draw the last bone stick, it just stayed there quietly, ignoring the urging of the stick.

In the end, the only remaining bone stick in the stick was shot out instantly and stabbed the ghost's wrist, and a drop of thick black blood slowly flowed into the stone bowl along the bone stick.

"What!" Wen Zhong looked solemn, and the bad premonition in his heart came true, only to see the bone stick on the table return to the stick with a "crash", and this weird game started again.

The lottery was slightly tilted towards him, as if urging him to start a new round of the game as soon as possible.

Wen Zhong's face was ugly, just as he thought at the beginning, this is an unfair game.

Even if he can win every time, but relying on a bone stick to fill the stone bowl with the ghost's blood is tantamount to idiotic dreams, but if he deliberately loses the game, the blood is enough, and his life is estimated to be worthless. Gone.

There must be rules in this game that he has not seen.

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong pulled out a bone stick...

Time passed by every minute and every second. Seeing that the second round of lottery was coming to an end, there were only ten bone sticks left in the lottery. This time it was the ghost hand's turn to draw lots.

I saw that the other party still took five bone sticks out of them in a calm manner. After confirming that they were correct, the stick tipped towards Wen Zhong again many times. No surprises, this time it would be Wen Zhong who "won" again.

"This game is very interesting. The rules can be said to be full of loopholes. To be honest, the game that a three-year-old thinks is fairer than yours, but it doesn't matter that this is the last game."

Wen Zhong took out a bone stick from the lottery with a calm expression, and then it was Li Gui's turn to draw lots.

I saw the ghost hand raised slightly, and the number of sticks it grabbed was... three, which means that as long as it grabs well, Wen Zhong will lose the game. No, Wen Zhong can also use loopholes in the rules to avoid drawing lots, but This will restart the game again.

"ended."

Li Gui had already pinched three bone sticks in the stick cylinder, and at the moment it was about to pull out the bone sticks, Wen Zhong quickly reached out and pinched the last bone stick in the stick tube, almost drawing it out with Li Gui. The movements are synchronized, and the last bone stick is pulled out.

There are no bone sticks in the lottery, and it is the ghost's turn, and the lottery decides that the one who draws the black lottery is...

"Of course it's this ghost hand."

The ghost hand didn't struggle or resist, it just stayed in place quietly, after a while the whole ghost hand was covered with bone sticks, and the thick black blood quickly filled the stone bowl.

"The rules of this game are not strict, and it's actually not difficult at all." Wen Zhong heaved a sigh of relief, and the next step was to deal with the stele.

The blue-purple ghost hand had disappeared, as had the box filled with bone sticks, and the stone bowl filled with black blood had disappeared into the stone platform.

Under Wen Zhong's gaze, there was a sound of bones breaking in the stone platform, and then the whole stone platform began to sink slowly.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew, and under the blowing of the yellow sand all over the sky, a dark cave was revealed above the altar. There was only a broken stone tablet standing in the cave. I couldn't tell what material it was, only the surface of the tablet. There are two words carved in blood on it.

"Qingyuan."

Wen Zhong looked at the remnant stele, and unconsciously read these two words. According to the radio, the so-called way of life is to smash this remnant stele, and this ghost forest can return to the place it should return to. .

But if Wen Zhong really did what he did, then he would be the biggest idiot in Tianzihao, the kind who can't be saved with a brain.

Wen Zhong groped towards the remnant stele for a while, and a biting coolness came down his arm just after he started to touch it. This severe cold made him shiver uncontrollably, which made Wen Zhong amazed.

Although his ghost hand has been absorbed by the ghost corpse as a jigsaw puzzle, some features are still there. This severe cold can ignore his ghost hand and erode his body, which shows that the ruined monument in front of him is absolutely extraordinary.

And Wen Zhong made another discovery.

That is, there seems to be something under this remnant stele.

"Is it the purpose of this radio to release the suppressed things here?" Wen Zhong's eyes flickered, he could use such a ruined monument to suppress things, he knew with his butt that it was absolutely terrifying.

It's just that he is still wondering what this radio has to do with this ghost forest. It can be said that it was an accident that he was dragged into this ghost forest. It is impossible for this weird radio to even count on this step.

"No, maybe they have nothing to do with each other at all." Wen Zhong looked at his arm, although it was still bloodless, but it was no longer a real ghost hand, "Puzzle, it is trying to get rid of the ghost under this ruined monument." Think of it as a jigsaw puzzle for that ghost."

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong couldn't help sighing, that's what it feels like to be controlled by others.

He put his hand on this remnant monument, and after a while he made up his mind that he would never destroy this remnant monument unless it was absolutely necessary, but he would try to solve this supernatural event in another way.

As long as all goes well.

"Then try and see what will happen if you pull out this remnant stele." Thinking of this, a crazy look flashed across Wen Zhong's face.

(End of this chapter)