The maximum number of points appears.

"Ha ha."

The ghost master smiled, and his nervous smile showed some unnatural twitching on his face.

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.

Therefore, even if Gui wins Wang Feng's bet, it is useless. As long as someone continues the game, he must continue to gamble until everyone on Yang Jian's side is dead.

soon.

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

Another 5.

Wang Feng died on this number before, but the ghost controller rolled a 6 first.

So the first one won.

The cold breath retreated and left the back door.

"The ghosts are gone." The ghost master immediately breathed a sigh of relief, then grinned.

But this smile just appeared, and soon it froze again.

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

Later.

The black dice used to represent the evil spirits spun.

"It's a ghost again. Wang Feng won a bet and left before. How long ago did it come again?" The ghost controller's heart suddenly shrank.

Because ghosts that cannot be driven away by this supernatural game must be extremely dangerous.

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

2:00.

"It seems that I can live longer than you." The ghost controller glanced at Wang Feng's body.

At this moment, Fan Xing had already taken Wang Feng's body and threw it out of the back door like trash. He quickly disappeared from everyone's sight and rolled down a slope into the woods behind.

The messenger's body cannot be placed in this ancient house.

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

In addition, no one can guarantee that Wang Feng is not a ghost controller.

Therefore, everyone was silent and had no objection to Fan Xing's behavior.

Although Wang Feng did make great efforts and sacrifices before, 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 controller who took over followed Wang Feng's example and held the dice in his hand for ten seconds.

It's up in ten seconds.

He was not greedy for time and immediately threw the red dice out.

The ghost's points are 2.

The probability of winning is very high.

But fate seemed to have played a joke on him. When the red dice stopped spinning, a desperate number appeared: 1.

1 o'clock.

It's smaller than the ghost's 2 o'clock.

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

The man immediately went insane, like a gambler who had lost all his money in a bet, with red, bloodshot eyes and a roar.

"Luck is like this. You may have six points, or you may have one point. You may win, but a ghost will never lose. The biggest injustice is not in the game, but in the identity of the person betting against you.

You can never win against a ghost, just like a gambler can never win against a banker." Eagle said solemnly.

The ghost master was still roaring, venting his inner dissatisfaction.

But to no avail.

soon.

He stumbled and fell to the ground.

His face was cold, his mouth was enlarged, his eyes were dim and lifeless.

His life was wiped out by the supernatural, and even a ghost master could not resist the terrifying curse of this ghost dice.

It's just that once this person dies, someone has to take over the gamble.

That pair of old black cloth shoes has a tendency to go into the back hall at this moment.

According to Yang Jian's regulations.

After one of the ghost masters dies, the messenger must be replaced.

Now there are only three messengers left.

Eagle, Daqiang, Yang Xiaohua.

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

So at this time, the eagle did not refuse, and immediately picked up the black dice on the ground and threw it out.

The game continues.

The old black cloth shoes have stopped.

As before, because the eagle started the game directly, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules and continued the point-throwing game.

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

Fan Xing was very impatient at this time. He was almost desperate when he saw this situation.

People around him died one after another.

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

The most important thing is that there is no hope in the process of fighting against the evil ghost.

This is because Yang Jian is here.

He alone withstood all the evil spirits coming from the lobby without letting a single one come.

But even this is of no avail.

If the intrusion of evil spirits from outside is not curbed, the group will inevitably end up being destroyed in the end.

If he had known that such a situation would happen, he should not have been stupid enough to fight for the right to speak. Wouldn't he just hug the ghost-eyed Yang Jian's thigh obediently?

And that damn Zhou Deng.

If everyone listens to Yang Jian's instructions, the first seven might be able to survive safely.

"rustle......"

In the dark lobby, the lingering sound of the radio sounded again.

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

Yang Jian's face darkened.

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

If he really loses control and can no longer hold on, the nail in his coffin will be left to the old man in the coffin.

At least the most dangerous things must be solved.

The rest is left to fate.

Yang Xiaohua was trembling all over at this moment, and she felt that her breathing had become a luxury.

Although I knew this delivery mission would be difficult, I didn't expect it to be so terrifying.

Her body was tense for a long time, and she felt that her whole body was frozen, 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 if she encountered danger later.

Yang Xiaohua took a few steps back.

But there’s still another moment.

Her expression suddenly changed.

After taking a few steps back, she missed her footing and fell backwards uncontrollably.

It was as if there was an abyss behind me.

"ah!"

Yang Xiaohua let out a scream.
To be continued...