Wang Feng and Li Gui had a bet and lost in the end.
And the price of losing is your own life.
However, the ghost controller who succeeded Wang Feng had quite good luck. In the first game after taking over, he defeated a fierce ghost.
This made the ghost controller who was originally nervous couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
It's just that the ghost master couldn't be happy for more than three seconds before the smile on his face froze again.
Because he clearly saw a pair of old black cloth shoes walking slowly outside the door and trying to enter the back hall.
But in the end it stopped at the threshold.
"It's this fierce ghost again. Wang Feng left after winning a bet, and just now, it has invaded again."
The ghost controller couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his heart shrank suddenly.
Because even supernatural games cannot completely drive away evil spirits, their danger level must be extremely high.
Before the ghost controller could think more, the black dice in front of him, which represented the use of ghosts, suddenly began to spin.
Soon, the results came out.
This time, the number of points thrown by this terrifying ghost is two.
After seeing the points thrown by Li Gui, the ghost controller's expression suddenly relaxed a little.
Because the number of points thrown by Li Gui can be said to be quite small.
As long as you have good luck, you still have a good chance of winning this game.
"It looks like I can live longer than you."
The ghost master glanced at Wang Feng's body.
The ghost controller who took over followed Wang Feng's example and held the dice in his hand for ten seconds.
Ten seconds to go.
He was not greedy for time and immediately threw the red dice out.
Before the result came out, a proud smile appeared on the corner of the ghost controller'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 game, the Ghost Controller directly threw six points, and in the second game, the Demonic Ghost threw two points.
This situation seemed to make the ghost controller a little inflated and he felt that he was very lucky.
As a result, when the red dice stopped spinning, the ghost controller was dumbfounded.
Because the number he throws is one.
This is the minimum number of points.
This is not the key. What is really important is that the number of points he threw was smaller than Li Gui's two points.
In other words, the ghost controller lost this round.
"How could it be like this, how could it be like this? How could it be a little bit..."
The originally confident Ghost Controller suddenly went insane after seeing this result.
Like a gambler who lost all his money in a bet, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he was roaring.
The ghost controller kept roaring, venting his inner unwillingness and fear of death.
But to no avail.
The next second.
The ghost controller couldn't help but stumbled, and then fell to the ground.
At this time, the man's face was cold, his mouth was open, his eyes were dim and lifeless.
His life was wiped out by the supernatural;
This is the horror of this supernatural dice.
Even if you win, even the ghosts will have to abide by the rules and retreat. However, once you lose, there is no need for the ghosts to take action. The terrifying curse of the ghost dice will kill the participants.
Even if the person participating in the game is a ghost master, this is no exception.
"True fate is unpredictable. You may have six points, or you may have one point. You may win, but the ghost will never lose;
The biggest unfairness is never in the game, but in the identity of the person gambling against. A person can never win against a ghost, just like a gambler can never win against a banker."
Seeing that the ghost master also died, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little emotional.
Although he didn't have a good impression of these ghost masters, Yang Jian now hoped that these people could stick with him for a while longer.
At this time, Daqiang and Yingying looked a little strange, and their eyes flashed with strange looks.
They all know that according to Yang Jian's previous regulations.
After one of the ghost masters died, it was the messenger's turn to step in and take over.
Currently, Li Yang and Ding Hui are blocking the door to prevent multiple evil spirits from invading the back hall at the same time.
Then there are only three messengers left: Eagle, Daqiang, and Yang Xiaohua.
Yang Xiaohua is an ordinary person, and she holds the red balloon in her hand that Yang Jian attaches great importance to, so it is impossible for the other party to top it for the time being.
Then it can only be topped by Daqiang or Eagle.
Eagle glanced at Daqiang and found that the other party had his head lowered and did not show any expression, 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 hold on until Li Yue came back, they would be able to get out of the predicament.
In other words, the later people participate, the greater their chance of survival.
Naturally, the Eagles don't want to take over the game early.
At this moment, with the death of the ghost controller just now, the old pair of black cloth shoes tended to go into the back hall.
A colder atmosphere that was stronger than before suddenly spread to the back hall.
Seeing this, a helpless look flashed in Eagle's eyes.
"I'll take care of the next bet."
After Eagle said that, he walked directly over.
Then he immediately picked up the black dice on the ground and threw it away.
The game continues.
The old black cloth shoes have stopped.
Just like before, because the eagle took over the gambling and started the game again, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules and continued the gambling of throwing points.
Yang Xiaohua's hands were tightly grasping the red balloon, and her eyes were fixedly watching this dot-throwing game with Li Gui.
Although it was not her turn to play, Yang Xiaohua's face was still nervous and a little yellow.
Because Yang Xiaohua knew that if she continued like this, sooner or later it would be her turn.
Seeing the eagle taking over the game, Fan Xing walked over slowly.
He stretched out his hands, then grabbed Wang Feng's body with one hand and the body of the ghost controller who died just now with the other.
Then the bodies of the two men were thrown out of the back door like garbage.
Fan Xing was very strong and could easily throw it a long distance.
After the two bodies were thrown out, they rolled down a downhill slope into the woods behind, and soon completely disappeared from everyone's sight.
Everyone also saw Fan Xing's actions, but no one stood up and said anything.
Because they all know that neither Wang Feng nor the person who died just now can continue to stay 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 evil ghosts among the two corpses will revive.
When the time comes, they might be caught off guard.
Therefore, even though Wang Feng and the ghost controller just made great efforts and sacrifices;
But now everyone can still deal with it rationally.
After all, Wang Feng and the other ghost master are now dead, so everything is meaningless.
Those who survive must continue to survive and cannot be affected by his corpse.
Of course, reason belongs to reason. After seeing the corpse being thrown out of the old house, everyone's mood was still very complicated.
It was as if they had seen their next ending.
This couldn't help but make everyone present feel depressed.
"Isn't Li Yue back yet? Three people have already died. If they continue to die like this, we will be wiped out by the group soon."
At this time, everyone couldn't help but think of Li Yue.
Everyone knows that the key to breaking the situation now lies with Li Yue.