I Wasn’t Born Lucky

The coffin's prophecy overturned, causing the scene to be very embarrassing.

In addition, it seems that because of the Uganda Utopia, the mirror is spiritual, deterred, and hides in the coffin ghost.

The coffin ghost seems to be worried that the plot in the prophecy will happen. It holds its own mirror and moves back into the coffin extremely quickly and quietly. It does not forget to reach out and cover the coffin.

Xiao Li: "........."

- Why run so fast, he is quite interested in that mirror.

He reached out and tried to open the coffin board, but he didn't know what the coffin had done underneath. The coffin board turned out to be very strong, and it was glued to the glue, so Xiao Ling couldn't open it.

So Xiao Li took out the mobile phone and just wanted to call out the alarm clock mode. The waste utilization site used this coffin to test the sound volume to provoke the upper limit of the luck, but only the next second, the coffin was trembled and did not know the coffin. What the ghost did inside, the coffin went straight to the eyes of the reincarnation.

... Is this really slipping?

Xiao Li turned back to the rest of the reincarnation.

Without making a sound, it is very difficult to find a coffin ghost now.

Xiao Li thinks about how to squeeze the clues from the coffin ghosts, but the other reincarnations are not as big as him, especially those who are predicted by the mirror to die - this prediction seems to be true, otherwise the coffin Ghosts will not panic into the coffin after predicting the scene of Xiao Li. Doesn't this mean that some of them will die afterwards? !

Under these death predictions, Park Xiu-jin’s hands are already shaking slightly.

Lance also stayed in the surprise of seeing the **** of fraud. He was thinking about whether or not to report this matter to the church. Ting, Tai and others were silent and silent.

Shimizu is the first of the remaining reincarnations to return to God from his own picture of death.

He first took out his mission book and turned to the blank page, carefully listing all the death scenes and details on it. When the last one was written to Xiao Li, Shimizu looked up and looked at him carefully -

Xiao Li is half-squinting, long and thick eyelashes drop shadows in the eyelids, his face lines are too delicate for Asians, lined with black eyes like Murmansk's starry sky.

He has contradictory qualities, cold and alienated, seeming to care about nothing, and cares about everything.

Sherlock... There is no such name in the reincarnation list in China. Is it a newcomer? Can newcomers do this?

Clear water paused, bowed his head and wrote a few words on his own task book, then turned over that page and wrote on the new white paper: [The prophecy is just something that has not happened, we can change the future. Don't be too rigid about the predictions. 】

He raised a smile and handed the paper to other teammates. Fortunately, other people are not low-quality reincarnations. It is enough to know that they are not dead yet. They soon cheered up from the blows of prophecy, but now these people look at Xiao Li's eyes differently.

From the picture in the prophecy, it is obvious that this person is a big man.

Xiao Li saw other people circling the piece of paper. He came over and took a look. Then he picked up the pen and added it in the back: [Yes, the real prophecy will never be released like this, it should be unknowingly invisible. of. Coffin ghosts just want to scare us, or provide a scene for the next ghost. 】

Shimizu went on to analyze: [There are still many mysteries in the ghosts that can only be predicted. It is likely to have something to do with this house, but unfortunately it is now scared back into the coffin. 】

When he wrote this sentence, his eyes looked at Xiao Li in a complicated way.

Xiao Li looked back with innocent eyes - this time he was a real person standing in the door, the pot came from the coffin.

Obviously, he did not do anything, and the mirror of prophecy scared himself, and scared the coffin ghost back.

The most mysterious Thai is not affected by any factors, he handed a piece of paper expressionlessly: [Since the clues here are broken, then look for other clues. 】

Xiao Li nodded and took the lead out of the hall.

************

Just when they left, another room in this old house.

The plot characters in the title cg stayed here. They were divided into two camps. One was Luo Junchao, who was beaten by the voice and the taboo. The girl in the floral skirt and his deep feelings depended on him. The other side is the rest of the people, who often look at Luo Junchao with a scared look, not afraid to approach.

The sky outside the window has been completely dimmed, and the clouds cover the moon, making the whole town, including the sea surface, look extremely gloomy, the dark clouds are hanging down on the horizon, the air is damp and cold, the wind is raging, and the discerning eye understands that this is a sign of impending rain. It seems that it is still heavy rain.

The cold and sleek style of the wind screamed in the outside world, making these plot characters even more afraid.

Since Luo Junchao’s loss of voice, they have not been able to walk out of the town’s scope. No one in the residential area responded to their help. Finally, they stumbled and followed the peach tree and found that the door was wide open and the old house without lock was decided. Stay here.

In the process, Luo Junchao has tried many times, but he has never been able to make a sound, and as time goes on, his heart gradually has a feeling of creepy feelings - after losing his voice, his "spiritual feeling" As if it had been enhanced, he could clearly feel that an unknown eye had fallen on him.

That is a feeling of not being able to speak in words, but he just knows!

Something is rejecting him, it is already eyeing him.

This feeling made Luo Junchao shivering. He lost the sigh of breaking the taboo and talking. Now the whole person is shrunk in the corner, his hands are holding his head, and he keeps shaking.

The woman around him is very fond of him. They are friends and classmates for many years. At this moment, she looked at Luo Junchao's appearance at this moment, and she couldn't bear it. She reached out and took him into her arms.

Luo Junchao seems to find the affiliation and is desperately trying to drill into the girl's arms. The other party is not suitable to push him out, but Luo Junchao is still doing his own thing.

The girl hesitated for a long time, and finally did not care to push him away.

Luo Junchao has been trembling, and his body has become more and more trembling as time goes by.

"Booming--" a loud thunder blasted in the sky, mixed with heavy rain, covering the silence of the whole town with thunderstorms.

The people in the room were all shocked, and the heartbeat violently jumped at that moment, but their reactions were not as dramatic as Luo Junchao.

Luo Junchao covered his ears with his hands. He pulled his head out of the girl's arms. The whole person looked at the window like a wise mind. He suddenly pointed his finger at the direction of the window and stood up.

He turned his head and his face became blurred. He wanted to go further to the window, but he fell straight on the ground.

Luo Junchao lay on the ground, ignoring his chest that was faintly hurt by falling, and turned to scratch his face.

He used a lot of strength, and his face turned pale and bloody.

The girl is not clear, so she bent down and tried to catch Luo Junchao, but the other party did not respond.

Suddenly, her back was cold and she felt something behind her. She slowly followed the direction pointed by Luo Junchao.

There is a face attached to the window to look at the room.

The face was pale and lifeless.

"Ah, ah~!"

A scream called through the clouds, and suddenly the sound of heavy rain was passed, and it was passed to the reincarnation in the same ancient house.

The returnees are bypassing the curved corridor of the old house and preparing to move to the next room.

Xiao Li turned his head. He was thinking about the rain. It was a bad time. Unfortunately, the peach tree in the yard, but this thought has not yet emerged for a few seconds, it was cut off by this screaming scream. .

Shimizu looked at the source of the sound, and he wrote a pen and wrote: [It was the group of plot characters in the previous cg. 】

Park Xiujin said: [The call is so miserable, it seems that because the teammates broke the taboo, they met the ghost. 】

Qingshui laughed, his eyebrows bent: [then go see, Sherlock, what do you say? 】

Suddenly, Xiao Li, who was cue to him, turned back. He looked at the raindrops falling from the eaves and dripped onto the ground, splashing a lot of splashes. Xiao Li’s heart estimated the location from the current location to the sound source. Distance, go over there.

If this screams are replaced by newcomers, even ordinary reincarnations, they will subconsciously want to stay away from the sound source. After all, this means that the ghosts are there. Fortunately, the reincarnation in this copy world belongs to the best, everyone There is no proposal against the past.

This time ak47 fell to the end.

This Caucasian is a bit awkward. He is a trait of a hand. He is used to watching from a distance and is very patient.

Only when he walked out of the promenade with the reincarnation in front of him, a piece of tile slipped from the roof -

Ak47 heard the movement, looked up, and the tile just happened to lie on his tall nose!

The nose is one of the most vulnerable places in human beings. Ordinary people don't mention being caught by high-altitude falling objects. Even if they accidentally hit it, they will squint their eyes and make a cat's tail-like sound.

- Never give any sound.

Otherwise, it will die.

Ak47 is not a ak47, he is crunching under the pain, not only that, but he also bent over and reached for the piece of the tile that is about to fall off the ground, avoiding the shattering of tiles.

【How are you? Lanstie wrote.

Ak47 raised his head high and covered his nose with his hand. Through the dim light, he could see a line of blood flowing out of his nose.

The blonde youth took a deep breath and took a prop spray from his pocket and pressed it twice on his nose.

This is one of his special props, medical spray, as long as it is not too serious trauma, it can be cured by spraying.

After the pain in the nose subsided, ak47 wiped the residual blood on his face with a sleeve tube and put down his hand.

Xiao Li turned on the light of the flashlight and took photos of the roof of the falling tiles. No traces of animals were found.

Park Xiujin: Is it an accident? Still artificial? 】

Clear water: [It is possible. 】

Xiao Li thought for a moment: [It doesn't look like a coincidence, it is like an obstacle that exists in order to make us make a sound. 】

After writing this passage, Xiao Li put away the pen and pressed his finger.

It’s been a day since I entered this silent copy. He has dreamed of the years when he wrote a thousand-character essay. Now his fingers are sore.

Its practical mobile phone typing will be relatively simple, but there is no place to charge here. In order to save power, the reincarnation people mostly use the way of writing to communicate.

Ak47 looked at Xiao Li's words in a gloomy look.

If this is the case, then they will face a variety of unexpected events that prompt them to speak.

Clear water: [ak, is it okay? 】

Ak47 shook his head, indicating that the injury was harmless.

[Then we will go over the plot characters first. 】 Clear water.

******

The rain is getting bigger and bigger, even if you don't enter the rain, you can only walk on the promenade, and there will still be hair and clothes that wet the reincarnation.

When the rebels came in, there were only two people left in the room.

In addition, several plot characters disappeared. In the room, only Luo Junchao who had lost his breath and the girl who screamed in a dress.

Luo Junchao lay on his back on the ground, his face has been torn apart by himself, and he is completely invisible.

The girl sat on the ground, away from Luo Junchao's body.

Lance first entered this room, he looked at the horror of Luo Junchao, and thought of the way the mirror predicted the death of ak47, and the pupils shrank.

The Western exorcist took a small bottle from his carry-on bag and poured a little transparent water from the small bottle next to Luo Junchao's body.

【what is this? 】Clear water to see the shape of the mouth asked.

[Holy water. 】 Lance spelled briefly, [exorcism, I am worried that he will swindle. I have encountered a copy. Anyone who died in it, the soul will become a ghost after a while, I suffered a loss in that place, and I will pay attention to this later. 】

Very cautious.

Shimizu turned his eyes and carefully observed Luo Junchao from the bottom.

After breaking the silence, the first thing to be taken is the voice, followed by the face...?

Xiao Li went to the front of a window in the direction of Luo Junchao’s head.

The window was closed. He pushed the window open and directly faced the peach tree at the corner of the backyard.

The heavy rain hit the leaves and made a loud noise.

Xiao Li’s eyes drifted to the outside world, and suddenly his eyes seemed to pick up something – it was a short figure.

He looked around and directly put his hands on the side of the window, trying hard to jump out of the wide window.

... It is a pity that it has failed.

Xiao Li pretend that nothing happened, turned and walked out of the doorway, and went to the shadows under the tree.

As the distance approached, Xiao Li gradually saw the person - the opposite of the hotel, reminding them that the hotel owner is dead the old man!

At the same time, it is also the lonely old man who has died in the mouth of the hotel owner.

The old man was wearing a quaint stable, holding a small umbrella and standing in the rain.

He was short, but he stood straight, and raindrops fell down the straits of his face.

The old man’s eyes are blind, not focused, and look like they have just climbed out of the soil, like a corpse.

The black-haired young man stood under the eaves, with heavy rain curtains, one hand holding the phone lighting, and the other hand holding a small yellow book. He wrote a line and asked him: [Old man, what are you doing here? ? 】

The old man was lighted up, his eyes shrank, did not answer Xiao Li, and turned his head and stumbled to the outside of the ancient house.

If you can make a sound now, then Xiao Li will ask another question, but at this time he can only change a piece of paper and write a sentence, there is no meaning, so Xiao Li did not move.

Xiao Li looked at the back of the old man and gradually disappeared into the darkness until he could not see clearly.

After a while, someone patted him on the shoulder, and asked him by water with a mobile phone: [What did you see? 】

Xiao Li: [The old man opposite the hotel, just stood here, but now he left. 】

[You didn't chase? 】 Clear water.

Xiao Li stretched out her fingers and reached into the rain curtain outside. Then he took back his hand and felt the palm of his hand wet.

After drying the rain, he wrote in an understatement: [The rain is too big, too lazy to chase. 】

Qingshui looked at the heavy rain outside, and it seemed a bit reasonable.

Xiao Li saw that he did not speak, added: [Reassured, we know where his family is, and the monk who ran can't run the temple. 】

Clear water: "........."

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