After Yang Jian felt that Li Yang had already walked out of the ghost's coverage, he immediately took the ghost back.

He has to face more dangerous things now.

That is to keep this coffin to prevent the elderly in the coffin from recovering early, otherwise, not only will they not be able to survive the first seven, but the task of sending the letter will also fail.

"Be careful, his body is invaded by a ghost."

Everyone looked at the ghost driver who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood. His face changed drastically.

Because the amount of blood vomiting has exceeded the blood that a normal person has, in addition, this person's whole body is becoming thinner, because the spitting out also has his own blood mixed in.

This man is turning into a mummy at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And something seemed to be squirming in the blood that was spitting out.

"It's no help, he's eroded too deeply."

Yang Jian continued to take action at this moment, and the cracked spear in his hand was nailed directly to the ghost driver.

The suppression of coffin nails is still so powerful that it is almost impossible to solve.

The ghost driver who was turning into a mummy immediately opened his eyes and froze.

He stopped vomiting blood, but was also killed.

Because the coffin nails pressed his ghost, he lost his supernatural power and was unable to continue to maintain his survival status.

Yang Jian did not let the ghost master occupy the coffin nails, but directly threw the corpse out of the open back door.

Although the evil ghost will still revive outside, as long as the killing rules are not triggered, the ghost may not be targeted by people like them. Even if it is targeted, it will be a matter of the future. There are more urgent things to be dealt with now.

"Bang!"

The old gun in the eagle's hand started to fire.

Because he saw a blurry outline appearing in the darkness in front of the aisle.

But the shot just retreated several meters after the blurred outline. It took less than ten seconds before the blurred outline appeared again.

The eagle's face darkened, and he could only shoot one after another and delay the time, and exhausted the bullets of the old pistol in his hand.

Wang Feng didn't say much. He sat in front of the open back door and took out two dices that seemed to be made of bones. The two dices were black and red, and there were a bit of numbers on them. Except for the abnormal color, everything else was the same as ordinary dice.

As soon as the two dice were put out, the supernatural outside the back door immediately became quiet.

"If you want to come in, you must abide by the rules of this horror game. Come and try it. Have a bet with me. If you win, I will die. If you come in, you will lose, you will leave."

As the messenger on the fourth floor, Wang Feng, in addition to the bloody wooden hammer that was taken away before, also had a supernatural item, that is, this ghost dice.

This was obtained by him during a mission to deliver a letter on the third floor.

In order to get this thing, he and the evil spirits blocked three times and won all of them.

Looking back on the thrills of the past are still vivid in my mind.

But today, he felt that he could not keep it anymore, and this thing must be taken out: "Daqiang, if I lose my bet, you will take over. If you die, let the eagle come... Once this game starts, it will not be able to stop, otherwise the back door will lose control."

The face of the ghost driver named Daqiang changed, but he did not refuse.

now.

A black dice seemed to be strangely influenced by a supernatural power and stood up slanted, then began to rotate, and finally turned faster and faster... The black dice representing the identity of a ghost began to roll points.

The dice turned for countless times, stopped quickly, and rolled on the ground for several times.

A bright red dot on the black dice appeared before my eyes.

1 o'clock.

Seeing this, Wang Feng immediately breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this ghost was in trouble, so he threw a point out.

"It's my turn." He picked up the red dice.

The dots on the red dice are black, and the dots on the black dice are red.

The two dices are connected and cursed each other, which creates a point throwing game between this man and the ghost.

And once the game starts, it cannot be easily ended.

Because ghosts can get out of the game after entering the game, but people cannot do it. Once they get out of the game, they will be killed by evil ghosts.

so.

If Wang Feng wants to survive, he must maintain the continued game.

"I'm safe during the game."

He took a deep breath and threw the red dice in his hand on the ground after counting ten seconds.

Ten seconds.

It is the longest time that a demon can wait for. If Wang Feng keeps holding the dice and not throwing it away, the demon who participates in the game every second after ten seconds may break free from the rules of the game and kill him.

So whether it is in or outside the game, people are out of a weak state.

After all, ghosts can turn over the table, but he doesn't believe it.

The red dice in Wang Feng's hand was spinning and rolling several times, with almost no rules. After throwing it out, it was no longer controlled by force. It seemed that the dice itself also had its own ideas, so the last few points would be based on luck, because he had practiced the techniques and skills of throwing dice, but unfortunately it was useless.

Otherwise, he could win easily by relying on Qianqian.

The red dice finally stopped: 3.

Three points.

The points are not high or low, they are an average.

There is no doubt that he won the first game.

The pair of black old cloth shoes on the back door sill moved, retreated, and left the back hall, but did not retreat too far, and stopped just a few meters away.

"This ghost is too terrifying. I won the bet and only let him retreat about five meters." Wang Feng's heart trembled.

If he had won a bet before, the ghost would not have appeared around him within at least ten minutes.

However, he couldn't help thinking too much.

The black dice started to rotate again.

This is another ghost joining the game. Although the ghost cannot be seen, it is certain that the ghost is standing outside this door.

The black dice stopped quickly, and the points this time were: 4.

Wang Feng's face suddenly changed. This number was already very stressful. One to six dice numbers, four points were already big.

If you want to win, you can only throw five and six.

If he also throws 4 points, even if it is a draw, he will have another move until the winner is decided.

This ghost dice seems so terrible.

Wang Feng gritted his teeth and picked up the red dice on the ground. It was the same rule, and he pinched it in his hand for ten seconds.

Ten seconds later, he would not be greedy for one more second and immediately threw out the dice.

The red dice rolled on the ground in an unreasonable way of movement. It was thrown forward, but the dice rolled backward.

soon.

The dice points are out: 4.

"The draw..." Wang Feng's sweat broke out in cold sweat and his heart was thrust.

This game with the evil ghost has not stopped.

After the draw, the black dice representing the evil ghost continued to rotate...

"If you lose one, you will be gone."

Yang Xiaohua grabbed the red balloon tightly and watched the game of throwing a little with the evil ghost, her face turned nervous and yellow.

"The messenger on the fourth floor still has some tricks." Seeing this scene, Yang Jian probably understood.

This Wang Feng temporarily withstood the pressure from the back door and pulled the evil spirit who was trying to invade into a supernatural game, delaying time through the game and suppressing supernatural.

But the game won't last long.

"If you don't dare to move the powerful ghosts, go to the back door to play games with ghosts. If I die one person on my side, you will send someone to take turns to take over. When all the four messengers on my side die, you will be almost done." Yang Jian said.

"good."

Fan Xing and others' expressions changed, and they did not refuse at this moment, and they gritted their teeth to agree.

This is fair.

Everyone takes turns to take over, life and death are fate.

Yang Jian's approach also made it impossible to find fault.

"Have you come?" Yang Jian's expression suddenly turned around and he stared at the direction of the lobby.

Ghosts cover the ground, triggering the medium.

He saw a pale and thin corpse without clothes. The corpse had a long face and was very terrifying, and his arms were terrifyingly thin, and he was simply skinny.
To be continued...