Yang Jian felt that Li Yang had walked out of the ghost shadow's coverage area and immediately took the ghost shadow back.
He must now face something more dangerous.
That is to guard the coffin and prevent the old man in the coffin from reviving early. Otherwise, not only will he not be able to survive the first seven days, but the mission of delivering the letter will also fail.
"Be careful, his body has been invaded by ghosts."
Everyone looked at the ghost controller who was kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood, and his expression changed greatly.
Because the amount of blood vomited has exceeded the blood that a normal person has. In addition, the person's whole body is becoming thinner, because the vomited blood also has his own blood mixed in it.
This person is turning into a mummy at a speed visible to the naked eye.
And there seemed to be something moving in the vomited blood.
"It's hopeless. He's been eroded too deeply."
Yang Jian continued to take action at this moment, and the cracked spear in his hand was directly nailed to the body of the ghost controller.
The oppression of the coffin nails is still so strong that it is almost impossible to break.
The ghost master who was turning into a mummy immediately opened his eyes and froze.
He stopped vomiting blood, but died immediately.
Because the nails in the coffin crushed his ghost, he lost his supernatural power and was unable to continue to survive.
Yang Jian did not let the ghost master occupy the coffin nails, but directly shook the body and threw it out through the open back door.
Although there will still be ghosts resurrecting outside, as long as the killing pattern is not triggered, the ghosts may not necessarily target people like me, and even if they do, it will be a matter later. There are more urgent matters that need to be dealt with now.
"boom!"
The old gun in Eagle's hand rang.
Because he saw a vague outline appearing in the darkness in front of the aisle.
But this shot only caused the blurry outline to retreat several meters. However, less than ten seconds passed before the blurry outline reappeared again.
Eagle's face darkened, and he could only shoot one after another to delay the shooting until the bullets in the old pistol in his hand were exhausted.
Wang Feng didn't say much. He sat in front of the open back door and took out two dice that seemed to be made of polished bones. One was black, the other was red, and there were numbers on them. Except for the abnormal color, the other dice were not.
They are all the same as ordinary dice.
As soon as the two dice were placed, the supernatural beings outside the back door suddenly became quiet.
"If you want to get in, you must abide by the rules of this horrible game. Come and try it. Bet with me. If you win, I will die. You come in. If you lose, you leave."
As the messenger on the fourth floor, Wang Feng also has a supernatural item besides the blood-stained mallet that was taken away before, and that is this ghost dice.
He got this from a letter delivery mission when he was on the third floor.
In order to get this thing, he and Li Gui fought three times and won all of them.
When I think back to the original thrill, I still remember it vividly.
But today, he felt that he could no longer keep it, and he had to use it: "Da Qiang, if I lose the bet and die, you will take over. If you die, let the eagle take over... This
Once the game starts, it cannot be stopped, otherwise the backdoor will directly get out of control."
The face of the ghost controller named Da Qiang changed, but he did not refuse.
now.
A black dice seemed to stand up strangely at an angle due to the influence of a supernatural force, and then began to spin. Finally, it spun faster and faster... The black dice that represented the identity of the ghost began to roll.
Clicked.
The dice spun an unknown number of times, then stopped quickly and rolled on the ground several times.
A bright red dot on the black dice appeared before his eyes.
1 o'clock.
Wang Feng was slightly relieved when he saw this. It seemed that this ghost was very unlucky and just lost a point.
"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 dice are connected with each other and curse each other, forming a dot-throwing game between this person and the ghost.
And this game cannot be easily ended once it starts.
Because ghosts can leave the game after entering it, but humans cannot. Once they leave the game, they will be killed by the evil spirits.
so.
If Wang Feng wants to survive, he must keep this game going.
"I am safe during the game."
He took a deep breath and counted silently for ten seconds before throwing the red dice in his hand to the ground.
Ten seconds.
This is the longest time that the ghost can wait. If Wang Feng keeps holding the dice without throwing it away, every second that passes after ten seconds, the ghost participating in the game may break free from the constraints of the game rules and kill him.
Therefore, whether in the game or outside the game, people are in a weak state.
After all, ghosts can flip the table, but he doesn't believe it.
The red dice in Wang Feng's hand was spinning, rolling down several times, almost irregularly. After it was thrown, it was no longer under the control of force. It seemed that the dice itself had its own ideas, so in the end there would be several
The number of points depends entirely on luck, because he has practiced the techniques and skills of throwing dice, but it is of no use.
Otherwise, he could easily win by relying on his strength.
The red dice finally stopped: 3.
Three o'clock.
The point is neither high nor low, it is an average number.
There is no doubt that he won the first round.
The pair of old black cloth shoes placed on the threshold of the back door moved and moved back, leaving the position in the back hall, but they did not retreat too far. They just stopped when they were a few meters away.
"This ghost is too scary. I won the bet and only made it move back about five meters." Wang Feng's heart trembled.
Had he won the bet before, the ghost wouldn't have been around for at least ten minutes.
However, he couldn't help but think too much.
The black dice started spinning again.
This is another ghost joining the game. Although the ghost is invisible, it is certain that the ghost is standing outside this door.
The black dice stopped quickly, and this time the number was: 4.
Wang Feng's expression suddenly changed. This number was already very stressful. The dice numbers ranged from one to six, and four was already a big number.
The only way to win is to throw five and six.
If he also throws out 4 points, it will be considered a draw, and there will be another round until the winner is determined.
That's why this damn dice looks so scary.
Wang Feng bravely picked up the red dice from the ground. Following the old rules, he held them in his hands for ten seconds.
Ten seconds later, he threw the dice immediately without wasting a second longer.
The red dice rolled on the ground in an irrational motion. It was obviously thrown forward, but the dice was rolling backwards.
soon.
The number of the dice came out: 4.
"A draw..." Wang Feng broke out in a cold sweat, and his heart clenched.
This game with the devil has not stopped.
After the draw, the black dice representing the evil spirits continued to spin...
"If you lose once, you will be gone."
Yang Xiaohua clung to the red balloon and looked at the dot-throwing game with Li Gui, her face turned yellow nervously.
"The messenger on the fourth floor still has some tricks." Yang Jian saw this scene and he probably understood.
This Wang Feng temporarily withstood the pressure of the back door and dragged the evil ghosts who were trying to invade into a supernatural game. He used the game to delay time and suppress the supernatural beings.
But this game won't last long.
"If you don't dare to mess with Li Gui's abilities, go to the back door and play games with the ghosts. If one person on my side dies, you will send someone to take over and take turns to take over. When all four messengers on my side are dead, you will be almost the same.
Already." Yang Jian said.
"good."
The expressions of Fan Xing and others changed. They did not refuse at this moment, but gritted their teeth and agreed.
That's fair.
Everyone takes turns to take over, life or death depends on fate.
There is no fault in Yang Jian's approach.
"Are you here?" Yang Jian looked stern at this moment and suddenly turned around, staring in the direction of the lobby.
Ghost shadows cover the ground, triggering the medium.
He saw a pale, emaciated corpse with no clothes on. The corpse had a long, scary face, and terrifyingly thin arms. It was simply skin and bones.
Yang Jian looked at the media, his face was cold, and he immediately chopped down the hatchet in his hand.
With this knife, he directly cut the fierce ghost into two pieces.
"ah!"
There was another weird scream, the voice was very thin, like a woman's.
The devil was dismembered.
But the next moment.
The curse broke out.
A crack appeared on Yang Jian's waist, which cut him off and could not be restored in a short time.
But he doesn't plan to recover anytime soon.
Therefore, the position he chose was the waist. Even if he was really cut in half, it would not affect his subsequent activities.
But ghosts are different.
Once a ghost is dismembered by a hatchet, it will be in a suppressed state for a short time, and then it will gradually recover, and then it will look for puzzle pieces... It will take at least an hour to fully return to the state before the hatchet was struck.