In this way, one person and one ghost took turns to draw the bone dice. I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know whether it was luck or misfortune. The original bucket of bone dice was full, but now only ten were left.

Looking at the mountain of bone markers piled up on the stone platform, Wen Zhong seemed to have a normal expression, but he had a very bad feeling in his heart.

Now it was his turn to draw lots.

The Li Gui on the opposite side has been drawing five bone lottery sticks from the lottery tube from the beginning to now. Wen Zhong's safest and most risky method now is to draw five bone lottery sticks in the same way.

If he doesn't get a black draw, it's 100% his victory.

But will things be so simple?

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

As expected, he didn't win.

At this time, 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 draw a black lottery for so long. So the last lottery in the lottery box should be a black lottery."

At this time, it was the ghost hand's turn to draw the bone dice, and he still drew five, and now there were only four bone dice left in the tube.

This game is not difficult, and you can easily win as long as you understand the rules. However, most people are confused by the rules and think that this is a game of luck. In fact, it has nothing to do with luck.

"It seems that this draw is the last one." Without waiting for the lottery tube to prompt him, Wen Zhong reached out and pulled out three bone lots from the lottery tube. Of course, he did not win the black lottery.

There is only one bone lottery left in the tube, and the game will be over when the ghost takes it away.

However, to his surprise, Li Gui had no intention of drawing the last bone lottery. It just waited quietly, ignoring the urging of the lottery tube.

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

"What!" Wen Zhong looked solemn, his bad premonition came true, and the bone lottery on the table returned to the tube with a "clatter", and this weird game started again.

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

Wen Zhong looked ugly. Just as he thought at first, this was an unfair game.

Even if he can win every time, relying on a bone stick to extract the blood of a ghost to fill a stone bowl is tantamount to wishful thinking. But if he deliberately loses the game, the blood will be enough, and his life will probably be lost.

Gone.

There must be some rules in this game that he hasn't noticed yet.

With this in mind, Wen Zhong took out a bone stick...

Time passed by minute by second, and the second round of drawing was coming to an end. There were only ten bone lots left in the lot tube. This time it was the ghost hand's turn to draw lots.

I saw that the opponent still calmly pulled out five bone lottery sticks from it. After confirming that they were correct, the lottery tube tilted towards Wen Zhong again countless times. As expected, Wen Zhong would "win" this time.

"This game is very interesting. The rules are full of loopholes. To be honest, any game a three-year-old kid can think of is fairer than yours. But it doesn't matter that this is the last game."

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

I saw the ghost hand raised slightly, and the number of sticks it grabbed was...three. This means that as long as it grabs it correctly, Wen Zhong loses the game. No, Wen Zhong can also use loopholes in the rules to avoid the draw, but

The game will then restart again.

"it's over."

Li Gui had already pinched three bone sticks in the tube, and just when it was about to pull out the bone sticks, Wen Zhong quickly reached out and pinched the last bone stick in the tube, and Li Gui almost drew it out.

The movements are synchronized and the last bone sign is drawn out.

There is no more bone lottery in the lottery tube. Now it is Li Gui's turn. The lottery tube determines that the black lottery is drawn...

"Of course it's this ghost hand."

The ghost hand did not struggle or resist, it just stayed in place quietly. After a while, the entire ghost hand was covered with bone skewers, and the thick black blood quickly filled the stone bowl.

"The rules of this game are not strict, and it is actually not difficult at all." Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and the next step was to deal with the stone tablet.

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

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

Just then a gust of dark wind blew, and under the blowing of the yellow sand in the sky, a dark cave was revealed above the altar. There was a broken stone tablet standing in the cave. I couldn't tell what the material was, only the surface of the tablet was visible.

There are two words carved in blood.

"Qingyuan."

Wen Zhong looked at the broken monument and unconsciously read out these two words. According to the radio, the so-called way to survive was to smash the broken monument, and the ghost forest could return to where it should be.

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But if Wen Zhong really did what he did, then he would be the biggest fool in Tianzihao, the kind of person who couldn't be saved even with his brain and Birkin.

Wen Zhong groped for a while at the ruined stele, and a biting coolness ran down his arm. This coldness made him shiver, which made Wen Zhong marvel.

Although his ghost hand has been absorbed by the ghost corpse like a puzzle piece, some of its characteristics are still there. This severe cold can actually ignore his ghost hand and corrode 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 underneath this ruined monument.

"Is this the purpose of this radio to release the things suppressed underneath?" Wen Zhong's eyes flashed. He could think of something that could be suppressed with such a broken monument, and it was absolutely terrifying with his buttocks.

It's just that he is still wondering what the relationship between this radio and this ghost forest is. 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 calculate this step.

"No, maybe there is no relationship between them at all." Wen Zhong looked at his arm. Although it was still bloodless, it was no longer the real ghost hand. "Jigsaw, it wants to remove the evil ghost under this broken monument."

Think of it as a puzzle piece for that ghost corpse."

Thinking of this, Wen Zhong couldn't help but sigh. This is how it feels to be controlled by others.

He put his hand on the broken monument, and after a moment he made up his mind. He would never destroy the broken monument unless absolutely necessary, but he would try to use another way to solve this supernatural incident.

As long as everything goes well.
Chapter completed!