Mysterious Resurrection of Man Tianqin

"I, I lost"

Wang Feng's mouth moved.

Then his body began to become cold rapidly, the blood on his face immediately disappeared, and the gleam in his eyes was also suddenly extinguished, like a spark in a strong wind, mercilessly snuffed out by this cruel world at this moment.

Wang Feng was motionless, he was out of breath.

He lost his life and died in this nameless and terrifying ancient house.

"Did you lose?"

The eagle glanced at it, feeling an inexplicable sadness.

Wang Feng became a messenger from the curse of strange letters, and struggled to survive all the way. He lived from the first floor to the fourth floor of the post office, sent more than a dozen terrible letters, experienced countless times of danger, and even invaded the fourth floor Even the ghosts failed to kill him, but unexpectedly, he was still stuck at the last level.

The fifth floor of the post office, after all, could not be passed, and it stopped here.

At this moment, a cold atmosphere invaded from outside the back door.

Wang Feng lost, and the ghost will come in now.

"I'm here to gamble with ghosts."

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

Before the ghost comes in.

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

The red dice rolled and finally stopped, and an unimaginable number was thrown by the ghost master: 6.

The maximum number of points appeared.

"Haha."

The ghost master smiled, his nervous smile made his face twitch unnaturally.

The game begins.

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

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

So even if the ghost wins Wang Feng by betting, it is useless, as long as someone continues the game, they must continue to gamble until all the people on Yang Jian's side are dead.

soon.

The black dice spun, and the number the ghost rolled was: 5.

Another 5..

Wang Feng died on this number before, but the ghost master threw a 6 first.

So the first one wins.

Sun Xing noticed that the cold aura dissipated at the back door, stepped back, and left the back door.

"Ghost, leave."

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

But this smile just popped out, and soon froze again.

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

Subsequently.

The black dice representing Li Gui was rolled.

"It's this ghost again. It was won by Wang Feng before and left. How long has it been, and it's here again?"

The ghost master's heart shrank suddenly.

Because the ghosts that cannot be dispelled by this supernatural game must be extremely dangerous.

The ghost who participated in this game for the second time seems to have bad luck.

2 points.

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

The ghost master glanced at Wang Feng's corpse.

At this moment, Fan Xing had already thrown Wang Feng's body out the back door, like throwing rubbish, and quickly disappeared from everyone's sight, and rolled down a downhill into the woods behind.

The corpse of the messenger cannot be placed in the old house.

Once possessed by something, the corpse is no longer a corpse, but a ghost.

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

Therefore, no one objected to Fan Xing's behavior, and everyone was silent.

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

The other 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.

A ghost has 2 points.

The probability of him winning is still very high.

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

1 points.

Even smaller than Ghost's 2 dots.

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

This person immediately regained his spirits, like a gambler who lost all his wealth, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he roared.

"Luck is like this. You may have six points or one point. You may win, but ghosts will never lose. The biggest unfairness is not in the game, but in the identity of the gambler. If you can never win against Li Gui, it is the same reason that gamblers can never win against dealers."

The eagle said in a deep voice.

The ghost master was 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 gray and dim, and he lost his life.

His life was wiped out by the spirit, and even a ghost master couldn't resist the horrible curse of the ghost dice.

It's just that once this person dies, someone must take over the game.

Those old black cloth shoes tended to walk into the back hall at this moment.

According to Yang Jian's regulations.

After one of the ghost masters dies, they have to change the courier top.

Yanxian has only three messengers left.

Eagle, Daqiang, Yang Xiaohua.

Daqiang's eyes flickered, as if he didn't want to get involved so soon. As an ordinary person, Yang Xiaohua held the red balloon in his hand, and it wasn't time to play yet.

So at this time, the eagle didn't refuse, and immediately picked up the red dice on the ground and threw it out.

Game continues.

The old black cloth shoes stopped.

As before, since the eagle started the game directly, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules to continue the toss.

"Hasn't Li Yang returned yet? Three of them have already died. If we continue to die like this, at this speed, we are destined to be wiped out by the group."

Fan Xing was very irritable at this time, he almost despaired when he saw the solemn situation.

People around me died one after another.

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

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

This is also because Yang Jian is here.

He alone withstood all the ghosts coming from the lobby, and did not let a single ghost come over.

But even that doesn't help.

As long as the invading trend of the ghosts outside is not contained, the end of being wiped out by the group is still inevitable in the end.

If he had known it would be such a situation, he wouldn't be so stupid as to fight for the right to speak, and he would obediently hug Ghost Eye Yang Jian's thigh soon?
And that damn Zhou Deng.

If everyone listened to Yang Jian's orders, the first seven might be able to get through it safely.

"rustle."

In the dark lobby, the lingering radio sounded again.

Let everyone in the lobby raise their hearts again.

The signal was successfully received very quickly, and strange words came out: "Hey, hey, you are all about to die, soon. Rusha!"

Yang Jian's face darkened.

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

If he really lost control and couldn't keep it, his coffin nail would be left to the old man in the coffin.

At least the most dangerous thing must be solved.

The rest is left to fate.

Yang Xiaohua is full of Zen at this moment, and she feels that breathing has become a luxury.

Although I knew that this mission of delivering the letter would be difficult, I didn't expect it to be this terrifying.

Her body was tense for a long time, and she felt her whole body froze, as if she had lost consciousness. She had no choice but to move her body in a small range, so as not to be unable to move even if she encountered danger later.

Yang Xiaohua stepped back a few steps to the side.

But the next moment.

Her face suddenly changed.

After taking a few steps back, she actually missed her foot, and her body fell backwards uncontrollably.

It was as if there was an abyss behind him.

"what!"

Yang Xiaohua let out a scream.

Several people nearby looked together.

Immediately, everyone present gasped.

A gap appeared on the wall behind Yang Xiaohua at some point.

It's like the walls are cracked.

It is like a bottomless abyss, trying to devour the living.

Yang Jian has been guarding against all kinds of accidents, and the moment Yang Xiaohua fell, his ghostly 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 around her arm, and quickly floated up with her whole body.

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

"Will you float up when you come into contact with the spirit? There are indeed advantages and disadvantages."

Sun Xing's eyes flickered, watching this scene thoughtfully.

"Have the walls of the back hall been corroded by spirits?"

Yang Jian pondered.

He is still in shape, using the smallest means to produce the best effect.

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

A huge black shadow appeared on the wall of the back hall like an abyss that almost swallowed Yang Xiaohua.

But then.

But the red balloon wrapped around her arms and slowly lifted her up, preventing her from falling into the abyss and temporarily out of danger.

That darkness is not a ghost, but a ghost domain.

The ghost domain covering the ancient house has invaded the back hall at this moment, and has begun to affect the surrounding environment. It is not surprising that there are any abnormalities in the surroundings under this situation.

"If the remaining people don't want to die inexplicably, they should approach this coffin."

Yang Jian reminded the others at this moment.

The ground around the red coffin was pitch black.

That's because Yang Jian's ghost shadow covers the surroundings, and his ghost shadow can resist other ghosts' ghost domain invasion, and it can also prevent other ghosts from approaching.

It's just that ghost shadows can only cover a limited area in this environment, so he can only use ghost shadows to cover the vicinity of the red coffin, leaving the rest alone.

Just wave.

Yang Jian cut off the thin thread of the red balloon with a hatchet.

Yang Xiaohua broke free from the red balloon and fell down.

At the same time, Yang Jian took back the ghost that invaded Yang Xiaohua's body, allowing him to catch the red balloon that was about to float away again.

After walking on the edge of life and death for a while, Yang Xiaohua didn't dare to be careless any more, she hurriedly stood beside the red coffin, not daring to take another half step, for fear of being killed by the ghosts around again.

Ordinary people are too vulnerable in this environment.

"Yang Jian, if you don't think of a way, the eagle will die soon. This kind of bet is very unfair. If the ghost wins the bet, it will directly kill one of us, but if we win the bet, it will only make the ghost take a few steps back. .”

Daqiang leaned over, his face very serious.

Because according to this speed of death, within 5 minutes, he should play the game of throwing dice.

Participating in this kind of game is like going to the execution ground, and you won't live long.

Fan Xing also stared at Yang Jian.

I hope he can think of another way to ease the crisis.

"There is an emergency method. I didn't plan to use it at this time. After all, I have to live in this place until the seventh day. If I put all my cards in the first place, if there is any crisis later, I will have to wait to die. Now it seems that it will be very difficult for you to survive the second day, let alone the third day, the fourth day."

Yang Jian said calmly, with some reservations in his hands.

Is there really a way?

The few remaining people opened their eyes wide and looked at Yang Jian.

They just asked with some hope, but they didn't expect Yang Jian to surprise them a little bit.

Yang Jian didn't speak, he just took out his mobile phone, clicked on the game software on the screen, the icon of the game looked like a piano.

game?

Everyone who saw this scene was shocked.

What kind of means is this?
Isn't this a very common mobile game?
However, Yang Jian didn't speak, he opened the game software and started playing the game.

This is a game that simulates a piano. By clicking the piano keys on the screen, you can make the same sound as a piano.

The game is so dry and boring that no one even wants to play it.

But after Yang Jian tapped the screen quickly with his fingers, a strange and ethereal music echoed in the back hall.

The sound of music is a medium, not something to be heard.

At the same time, some terrible curse was released by Yang Jian himself.

The Curse of the Music Box.

This curse was sleeping in Yang Jian's body. He hadn't used it since he woke up from the coffin last time, because the curse was terrible, and even Yang Jian who had activated the curse couldn't get rid of it. , without special means, it is almost certain to die.

Right now, the curse of the music box is released, and the person who bears this curse is the eagle who is playing a dice game.

Eagle was sitting on the ground at the moment, his eyes fixed on the third game in front of him.

The black die representing the ghost rolled the number 4.

And his luck was obviously bad, the number he threw was 2.

Winning or losing is decided.

It was only the third game and he lost.

But the eagle seemed to have accepted this result long ago, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then shook his head slightly, waiting for this horror game to take his life away.

The ending of the first few people is obvious. The moment he picked up the red dice to stop Li Gui, the ending is already predictable.

"You can't die." (End of this chapter)