Mysterious Resurrection: I Don't Have Any Hacks

Wang Feng lost the bet with the evil ghost.

The price of losing was his own life.

However, the ghost rider who replaced Wang Feng had good luck. In the first round after taking over, he won a evil ghost.

This made the originally nervous ghost rider breathe a sigh of relief.

But the ghost rider was only happy for three seconds, and the smile on his face froze again.

Because he clearly saw that a pair of old black cloth shoes slowly walked over outside the door and tried to enter the back hall.

But in the end, it stopped at the threshold.

"It's this evil ghost again. Wang Feng won the bet and left before. It's not long since then, and it has invaded again."

The ghost rider couldn't help but take a breath of cold air, and his heart shrank suddenly.

Because even the supernatural game can't completely dispel the evil ghost, the danger level must be extremely high.

Before the ghost rider thought more, the black dice in front of him, which represented the evil ghost, suddenly began to rotate.

Soon, the result came out.

This time, the terrifying ghost threw out two points.

After seeing the points thrown by the ghost, the ghost rider's expression suddenly relaxed a little.

Because the points thrown by the ghost can be said to be quite small.

As long as the luck is not bad, there is still a great chance to win this game.

"It seems that I can live longer than you."

The ghost rider glanced at Wang Feng's body.

I saw that the ghost rider who took over also held the dice in his hand for ten seconds, imitating Wang Feng's appearance.

As soon as the ten seconds were up.

He didn't covet time and immediately threw the red dice out.

Before the result came out, the ghost rider had already revealed a smug smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he already knew that he would definitely win this round.

It's just that luck is something that no one can predict.

In the first round, the ghost rider directly threw out six points, plus the ghost threw out two points in the second round.

This situation seems to make the ghost rider a little inflated, thinking that he is very lucky.

As a result, when the red dice stopped turning, the ghost rider was stunned.

Because the number he threw was one.

This is the smallest number.

This is not the key. What is really important is that the number he threw is smaller than the two points of the evil ghost.

In other words, the ghost rider lost this round.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? How could it be one point?"

The ghost rider, who was originally full of confidence, suddenly became mentally ill after seeing this result.

Like a gambler who bet all his wealth and lost, his eyes were red and bloodshot, and he roared and screamed.

The ghost rider kept roaring, venting his inner unwillingness and fear of death.

But it was useless.

The next second.

The ghost rider staggered and fell to the ground.

At this time, the man's face was cold, his mouth was wide open, his eyes were dim and dead, and he lost his life.

His life was wiped out by the supernatural;

This is the horror of this supernatural dice.

Even the evil ghosts had to follow the rules and retreat if they won, but similarly, once they lost, the evil ghosts didn't need to take action, the terrifying curse of the ghost dice would also take the life of the participants.

Even if the person participating in the game is a ghost rider, it is no exception.

"Real fate is unpredictable. You may get six points or one point. You may win a game, but ghosts will never lose;

The biggest unfairness is never in the game, but in the identity of the gambler. People can never bet against ghosts, just like gamblers can never beat the dealer."

Seeing that the ghost rider also died, Yang Jian couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Although he didn't have any good feelings for these ghost riders, Yang Jian now hoped that these people could hold on for a while longer.

At this time, Daqiang and Laoying looked a little strange, and strange looks flashed in their eyes.

They all knew that according to Yang Jian's previous rules.

When a ghost rider died, it would be the messenger's turn to send someone to take over.

At present, Li Yang and Ding Hui were blocking the door to prevent multiple evil ghosts from invading the back hall at the same time.

Then the remaining three messengers are Eagle, Daqiang, and Yang Xiaohua.

Yang Xiaohua is an ordinary person, and holding the red balloon that Yang Jian attaches great importance to, it is impossible for him to take the lead for the time being.

Then it can only be Daqiang or Eagle.

Eagle glanced at Daqiang and found that he lowered his head without any expression, but it was not difficult to see that he did not want to participate so soon.

Seeing this, Eagle's eyes flashed a gloomy color.

They all knew that as long as they could hold on until Li Yue came back, they could get out of the predicament.

In other words, the later the participants, the greater the chance of survival.

Eagle naturally did not want to take over the game early.

At this moment, with the death of the ghost rider just now, the old black cloth shoes had a tendency to walk into the back hall.

A stronger cold breath than before suddenly spread to the back hall.

Seeing this, Eagle's eyes flashed a helpless look.

"I'll take care of the next bet."

Eagle said and walked directly to the back hall.

Then he immediately picked up the black dice on the ground and threw it out.

The game continued.

The old black cloth shoes stopped.

Just like before, because the old eagle took over the gambling and started the game again, the ghost had to be pulled back by the rules and continue the gambling of rolling points.

Yang Xiaohua held the red balloon tightly with both hands, and stared at the rolling point game with the evil ghost.

Although it was not her turn to play, Yang Xiaohua's face was still a little yellow with nervousness.

Because Yang Xiaohua knew that if she continued like this, it would be her turn sooner or later.

Seeing that the old eagle took over the game, Fan Xing walked over slowly.

He stretched out his hands directly, and then grabbed Wang Feng's body with one hand and the body of the ghost rider who had just died with the other hand.

Then he threw the bodies of the two people out of the back door, like throwing away garbage.

Fan Xing was very strong and easily threw them a long distance.

After the two bodies were thrown out, they rolled down a slope into the woods behind and soon disappeared completely from everyone's sight.

Everyone also saw Fan Xing's actions, but no one stood up to say anything.

Because they all knew that no matter whether it was Wang Feng or the person who just died, their bodies could not be left in the back hall.

Although there was nothing abnormal about the two bodies just now.

But as time passed, it would not be long before the evil spirits in the two bodies would revive.

At that time, they might be caught off guard.

Therefore, even though Wang Feng and the ghost rider had made great efforts and sacrifices just now;

But now everyone can still deal with it rationally.

After all, Wang Feng and the other ghost rider are now dead, everything is meaningless.

And the people who survived have to continue to survive and cannot be affected by his body.

Of course, rationality is rationality, and after seeing the body being thrown out of the old house, everyone's mood is still very complicated.

They are like seeing their next ending.

This can't help but make everyone present feel depressed.

"Is Li Yue not back yet? Three people have died. If we continue to die like this, we will be wiped out soon."

At this time, everyone couldn't help but think of Li Yue.

Everyone knew that the key to breaking the deadlock now lies in Li Yue.