It was a stone chessboard, full of quaint charm, about twice as big as an ordinary chessboard, and it looked very extraordinary, but the most eye-catching thing was not this chessboard, but an old man sitting next to the chessboard.

He was wearing a gray robe, with disheveled hair, his eyes were cold and stiff, and his whole body revealed a decayed and dead aura, like a cold corpse. He stared at the chessboard in front of him, as if he was indifferent to everything around him.

This is not a human

It's a ghost!

Everyone felt a creepy feeling when they saw the old ghost in gray robe.

powerful!

Too strong!

Compared with him, the ghost general in the second level is simply a scumbag!

Is this the boss in the last level of the haunted house?

Everyone was frightened. The oppression brought by this old ghost in gray robe was so terrifying. It was like a mountain pressing on his heart, and the depressed person couldn't breathe.

However, what made everyone a little grateful was that the old ghost of gray robe focused on the chessboard and did not start a big killing of players, as if they were not interested in them.

This is a blessing in disguise.

At the same time, a cold mechanical sound echoed throughout the sky island.

[The third trial: Pass the death game!]

"Death chess game? What should I do if I can't play chess?"

Fang Fan was slightly stunned, his face was bitter. He didn't know how to play chess. When he saw this complicated black and white chessboard, he felt dizzy.

Chu Jie, Li Xiao and others frowned, and they also didn't get into Go very well.

Who would have thought that the last trial of the Haunted House would be a chess competition, and the opponent was still a ghost!

Play with ghosts!

An unprecedented weird challenge!

"Haha, let me leave this level!"

At this time, a hearty laughter sounded, and a gentle man wearing glasses walked out, with a confident smile on his pretty face.

"Everyone, my name is Zhang Zelin. I am a professional chess player of seventh tier. I have participated in many world-class Go competitions. Although I have never won a world championship, my chess skills have been tempered. I will deal with any chess a ghost can play."

Zhang Zelin smiled and talked to everyone.

In this strategy team, he is just an inconspicuous little character. His wisdom is not as good as Chu Jie, and his strength is not as good as Li Xiao. He is unknown and finally has a chance to show his face, so he will naturally not let it go.

Of course, this is not just for vanity, but more importantly, if you defeat this old ghost, he will definitely get a lot of rewards.

If he fights head-on, he is definitely not a match for the old ghost of gray robe, but he still has some confidence in his best Go.

"Okay! It's natural that there's a professional chess player." Chu Jie nodded and agreed to Zhang Zelin's challenge to the death chess game.

The rest of the people naturally would not have any opinions.

In this way, Zhang Zelin walked to the stone chessboard with confidence, sat down calmly, and began to play chess with the old ghost in gray robe.

However, the result was beyond everyone's expectations.

In just five minutes, Zhang Zelin was killed without leaving any armor and returned home in a defeat.

"The chess is too strong!"

Zhang Zelin's face was shocked, staring at the chessboard tightly, and his whole body couldn't stop trembling.

As a professional seventh-level chess player, his chess skills are definitely not weak. The reason why he loses so quickly is because the gray-robed old ghost's chess skills are so terrifying.

Even when facing the world Go champion, he could withstand a while. He had never felt so powerless and insignificant, as if facing a peerless chess god, the gap in chess power was too big.

The old ghost in the gray robe seemed to have a huge and sophisticated computer installed. Every step was meticulously calculated, and Zhang Zelin was intercepted everywhere and had no power to resist.

"This old ghost's chess power is too strong, it's not on the same level as us. Not to mention me, even if the world Go champion comes here, he will not be able to defeat this ghost!"

Zhang Zelin returned home with a serious expression and firm expression to everyone that he made his final conclusion--we cannot defeat this ghost!

Death!

This is a dead end!

Everyone was silent, and their hearts were covered with a layer of haze.

Even Zhang Zelin, a professional chess player with seventh stats, cannot defeat the old ghost of gray robe. They have no hope. Should they really be trapped on this island forever?!

The shadow of despair once again enveloped the entire venue, and the entire island suddenly became silent.

"Hey, Zhang Zelin, why are you bleeding?!"

Suddenly, someone found that Zhang Zelin was bleeding, dripping and dyeing the ground red.

"Forehead?!"

Zhang Zelin was slightly stunned and looked down. He was a little scared to find that his hands had become bloody and bloody at some point.

No, not bleeding!

But melted!

His hands were melting rapidly. In the blink of an eye, both palms disappeared and all turned into blood.

"Is it because I lost the game?"

Zhang Zelin shivered coldly, and an indescribable sense of fear surged into his heart. He was extremely scared and kept stumbled backwards.

Suddenly, he felt his feet empty and he staggered and fell to the ground.

"I...my feet!"

When Zhang Zelin saw his empty trouser legs and a large pool of blood on the ground, he almost fainted. His feet melted without realizing it.

The strangest thing is that he could not feel any pain during the process of his own melting.

"No! I don't want to die! Help... Please... save me!"

Zhang Zelin's face was full of horror, his limbs melted one after another, and then his torso, and finally he was only one head and struggled constantly in the pool of blood. His fearless and helpless eyes projected towards everyone, making them frightened.

In just ten seconds, a living person melted into a pool of blood.

This scene shocked the audience.

Fang Fan's heart was shocked, and Zhang Zelin's sad expression before his death shocked him greatly.

Death chess game, death chess game.

If you lose, will the end be dead?

Thinking of this, Fang Fan couldn't help but clench his fists, staring coldly at the old ghost in gray robe next to the chessboard, and a cluster of anger arose in his heart.

After this battle, everyone was full of awe of the game of death, and no one dared to act rashly anymore. After all, if they lose, their lives will be taken away strangely, and no one is willing to bet on their lives casually.

Gradually, the scene fell into a stalemate.

However, unexpectedly, not long after, a white chess jar flew over and landed on the hand of a girl in a white dress.

No one challenged the death board, and the board actually chose its opponent!

"ah--"

A scream pierced the clouds, and the selected girl panicked and quickly threw the chess jar out.

With a bang, the chess can hit the ground hard.

White chess pieces scattered all over the ground.
Chapter completed!