Mysterious recovery: I have no plug-ins

Chapter 1550 Fate is Impermanent
Wang Feng and Li Gui bet against each other, but they still lost in the end.

And the price of losing is your own life.

However, the ghost master who succeeded Wang Feng was quite lucky. In the first game after taking over, he won a ghost.

This made the ghost master, who was originally nervous, heaved a sigh of relief.

It's just that the ghost master was happy for less than three seconds, and the smile on his face froze again.

Because he clearly saw a pair of old black cloth shoes slowly walking over outside the door, trying to enter the back hall.

But in the end it stopped at the threshold.

"It's this ghost again. Wang Feng gambled away before, and it's only been a while, but he invaded again."

The ghost master couldn't help but gasped, and his heart shrank even more.

Because even supernatural games can't completely disperse the ghosts, the danger level must be extremely high.

Before the ghost master could think too much, the black dice in front of him, which represented the ghost, suddenly started to spin.

Soon, the results came out.

This time, the terrifying ghost threw two points.

After seeing the points thrown by Li Gui, the ghost master's expression immediately relaxed a little.

Because the number of points cast by Li Gui can be said to be quite small.

As long as luck is not bad, there is still a great chance to win this game.

"It seems that I can live longer than you."

The ghost master glanced at Wang Feng's corpse.

I saw that the ghost master who took over followed Wang Feng's example and squeezed the dice for ten seconds.

It's ten seconds away.

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

Before the result came out, a smug smile appeared on the corner of the ghost master's mouth, as if he already knew that he would definitely win this round.

It's just luck, no one can say for sure.

In the first round, the ghost master threw six points directly, and in the second round, Li Gui threw two points.

This situation seems to make the ghost master a little swollen, and he feels that he is very lucky.

As a result, when the red dice stopped spinning, the ghost master was dumbfounded.

Because the points he throws are one point.

This is the minimum number of points.

None of this is critical, what really matters is that the number of points he throws is smaller than Li Gui's two points.

In other words, the ghost master lost this round.

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

The ghost master, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly lost his mind after seeing this result.

Like a gambler who lost all his money, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he roared.

The ghost master kept roaring, venting his inner unwillingness and fear of death.

But to no avail.

next second.

The ghost master couldn't help but staggered, and then fell to the ground.

At this time, the man's face was cold, his mouth was opened wide, his eyes were dim and ashen, and he lost his life.

He was wiped out of life by the spirit;
This is the horror of this supernatural dice.

Even Li Gui had to abide by the rules and retreat if he won, but similarly, once he lost, Li Gui didn't need to make a move, and the terrifying curse of the ghost dice would also kill the participants.

Even if the person participating in the game is a ghost master.

"The real fate is impermanent, you may be six points, or one point, you may be able to win, but ghosts will never lose;

The biggest injustice has never been in the game, but in the identity of the gambler. A person can never win a ghost, just like a gambler can never win a banker. "

Seeing that the ghost master also died, Yang Jian couldn't help feeling a little emotional.

Although he doesn't have a good impression of these ghost masters, but now Yang Jian also hopes that these people can persist for a while.

At this time, Da Qiang and Lao Ying looked a little strange, and there was a strange look in their eyes.

They all knew that according to Yang Jian's previous regulations.

When one of the ghost masters died, it was the messenger's turn to take over.

Right now Li Yang and Ding Hui are blocking the door to prevent multiple ghosts from invading the back hall at the same time.

Then there are only three messengers left: Eagle, Daqiang, and Yang Xiaohua.

As an ordinary person, Yang Xiaohua is holding the red balloon that Yang Jian attaches great importance to, so it is temporarily impossible for the other party to top it.

Then it can only be topped by Daqiang or the Eagle.

Eagle glanced at Da Qiang and found that the other party lowered his head without any indication, but it was not difficult to see that the other party did not want to get involved so quickly.

Seeing this, a gloomy look flashed in Eagle's eyes.

They all knew that as long as they could persist until Li Yue came back, they would be able to get out of the predicament.

In other words, the more people who participate in the later, the greater the chance of survival.

The Eagles naturally don't want to take over the game early.

At this moment, following the death of the ghost master just now, those old black cloth shoes tended to enter the back hall.

A colder atmosphere than before suddenly spread to the back hall.

Seeing this, a trace of helplessness flashed in Eagle's eyes.

"I'll make the next bet."

After the eagle finished speaking, he went straight to the past.

Then he immediately picked up the black dice on the ground and threw it out.

Game continues.

The old black cloth shoes stopped.

As before, because the eagle took over the game and started the game again, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules to continue the point toss game.

Yang Xiaohua tightly grasped the red balloon with both hands, and fixed her eyes on this dot-toss game with the ghost.

Although it was not her turn to play, Yang Xiaohua's face was still a little yellow with nervousness.

Because Yang Xiaohua knew that if she continued like this, it would be her turn sooner or later.

Seeing the eagle took over the game, Fan Xing walked over slowly.

He stretched out his hands straight out, and then grabbed Wang Feng's body with one hand and the ghost master who died just now with the other.

Then the bodies of the two people were thrown out through the back door, like throwing garbage.

Fan Xing had great strength, and easily threw it a long distance.

After the two corpses were thrown out, they rolled down a slope and fell into the woods behind, and soon disappeared completely from everyone's sight.

Everyone also saw Fan Xing's actions, but no one stood up and said anything.

Because they all knew that whether it was Wang Feng or the person who died just now, their bodies could not remain in the back hall.

Although there was nothing unusual about the two corpses just now.

But as time goes by, it won't be long before the ghosts among the two corpses will recover.

At that time, they might be caught off guard.

Therefore, even if Wang Feng and the ghost master made great efforts and sacrifices just now;

But now everyone can still respond rationally.

After all, Wang Feng and the other ghost master are dead now, so everything is meaningless.

Those who survived must continue to survive and cannot be affected by his corpse.

Of course, rationality belongs to rationality. After seeing the scene where the corpse was thrown out of the old house, everyone's mood was still very complicated.

It was as if they saw their next ending.

This can't help but make the mood of everyone present become depressed.

"Hasn't Li Yue come back yet? Three people have already died. If we continue to die like this, we will be wiped out by the regiment soon."

At this time, everyone couldn't help but think of Li Yue.

Everyone knew that the key to breaking the game now was Li Yue.

(End of this chapter)