Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Wang Feng also threw four points, which was the same as the points thrown by the evil spirit, and a tie occurred.

Faced with such a situation, Wang Feng couldn't help but sigh.

His chances of winning this round were already small, and now a tie was already a good result.

But this game with the evil spirit did not stop.

In this game of gambling with the evil spirit, the evil spirit can leave the game, but people cannot. Once they leave the game, they will be killed by the evil spirit.

If Wang Feng wants to survive, he must continue this game.

He can only stop when there are no evil spirits gambling with him.

But how can anyone win this game that relies entirely on luck?

Therefore, Wang Feng's ending was actually doomed when he took out the dice and started the game.

At this time, the black dice representing the evil spirit continued to turn.

A new round of the game began.

I don't know if it was because of the re-throw, but this time the black dice stopped quickly;

Five points!

This time the evil spirit threw a bigger number than last time.

The only way to win is to throw six points.

This made Wang Feng feel pressured.

But now the evil spirit had thrown the dice, so he could only grit his teeth and pick up the red dice on the ground.

This time, just like before, Wang Feng took action after holding the dice in his hand for ten seconds.

After the red dice turned several times on the ground, it finally stopped;

Seeing the number of points thrown, Wang Feng's eyes suddenly darkened.

Wang Feng's luck seemed to have run out, and this time he only threw two points!

"I, I lost"

Wang Feng's mouth moved.

He was tense all over, sweating coldly, staring at the points he threw, as if he had lost his mind, and with a bit of disbelief.

The next second.

The blood on Wang Feng's face began to disappear immediately, and the spirit in his eyes suddenly extinguished, like a spark in the wind, which was ruthlessly extinguished by this cruel world at this moment.

Even his body began to quickly become cold.

But in the blink of an eye, Wang Feng was completely motionless and had no breath.

He lost his life and died in this nameless and terrifying old house.

"If you lose, you're gone?"

Looking at the dead Wang Feng, Lao Ying felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

Wang Feng became the messenger of the ghost post office, struggling to survive all the way, from the first floor to the fourth floor, and sent more than a dozen terrible letters;

During this process, I don't know how many times he went through danger.

Even the evil ghosts who invaded the post office couldn't kill him, but in the end no one expected that he would fall at this last level.

Originally, as long as he completed this letter delivery mission, he could go up to the fifth floor and completely get rid of the ghost post office.

But in the end he couldn't get through and stopped here.

At this time, Yang Jian was still guarding the corridor leading to the back hall to prevent any evil ghosts from approaching.

What he was most worried about was that evil ghosts would enter the back hall and affect the old man in the red coffin.

But he also paid some attention to the back door.

Ding Hui and Li Yang worked together to block the door, but Yang Jian was not very worried.

He was still worried about Wang Feng.

Because he also saw that relying on a dice-rolling game to forcibly delay the time for the evil spirits to invade the ancient house was still a great pressure on Wang Feng.

In other words, for these messengers and ghost riders in poor condition, preventing the evil spirits from entering the back hall was a matter that required a heavy price.

Now Wang Feng's death also proved this point.

"The key to breaking the situation now still lies with Li Yue. Once Li Yue successfully returns with the lantern, our situation here can improve."

Yang Jian knew very well that only if everyone could withstand the pressure of the evil spirits and hold on until the turning point came, there would be a way to survive.

Otherwise, the situation in the back hall would be dangerous.

At that time, Yang Jian would have to consider abandoning these people, giving up sending letters, giving up this ancient house, and surviving alone.

Of course, Yang Jian believed that things would not develop to that point.

Because Li Yue took action this time.

Yang Jian was very confident in Li Yue's strength.

At this time, with the death of Wang Feng, the evil spirit who had just won the bet began to prepare to enter the back hall.

Although the crowd could not see the figure of this evil ghost, they could sense the cold breath invading from the back door.

"I'm here to bet with the ghost."

After noticing this, a ghost rider near the back door changed his expression, then gritted his teeth and stood up.

He walked to the side of Wang Feng's body, stretched out his hand to push Wang Feng's body away, and then sat down.

After sitting down, the ghost rider said nothing and directly picked up the red dice and threw it out.

While the invisible evil ghost had not completely entered the back hall, the ghost rider forcibly took over the bet and continued Wang Feng's bet just now.

Seeing the ghost rider take the initiative to stand up, Yang Jian retracted his gaze towards the back door.

He had said before that the messenger and these ghost riders would take turns to bet against the evil ghost.

Fan Xing also agreed at that time.

If these ghost riders had not taken the initiative to stand up just now, Yang Jian would naturally not let these people go.

Fortunately, these ghost riders also knew the seriousness of the matter and did not dodge.

After the ghost rider threw the dice, the red dice began to roll on the ground.

But it finally stopped.

It's just that the ghost rider's luck seems to be very good. An unimaginable number of points was thrown out by this ghost rider:

Six points!

This is already the highest number of points.

In other words, this ghost rider can at least guarantee that he will not lose this round.

"Haha."

Seeing that he threw out six points, the ghost rider couldn't help laughing. His nervous face showed a smile, which made his face twitch unnaturally.

Even twisted.

As the ghost rider threw the dice, a new round of gambling game began again.

The evil ghost that was about to invade the back hall was forcibly brought into this game, and at the same time had to follow the rules and stop invading the ancient house.

Everyone clearly felt that the cold breath just now stopped at the door.

The next second.

The black dice on the ground began to rotate.

Obviously, this evil ghost also started to throw the dice.

Not long after, the dice stopped rotating.

This time, this evil ghost threw out five points again.

Just like when he gambled with Wang Feng just now.

But this time, the ghost's opponent threw six points.

The ghost rider who replaced Wang Feng won this round.

Then, everyone clearly felt that the cold breath that had invaded the back door began to retreat.

Finally, it left the back door.

"The ghost has left."

At this time, the ghost rider couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then grinned.

He didn't expect that his luck was so good that he won the ghost in just one round.

Daqiang, who saw this scene, couldn't help but smile.

It's not that he and the ghost rider have a deep friendship, but because once the ghost rider dies, it will be their turn as messengers to take over the game.