Weird Regulator

The dark figure carrying the fishing net flashed past, leaving only a blurry face, and then disappeared into the forest.

But even for just a moment, it was enough for two people to remember his face.

Panting!

A clerk who has been dead for a long time and is almost forgotten.

"Damn, what the hell is this? Doesn't it mean that store clerks can't become ghosts after they die?"

The second personality was obviously shocked by this scene, and he used swear words to hide his inner panic.

"Mysterious mission, after death, Pan Ting actually took the heads of five of you into the forest.

He is obviously going to the stone grave. Based on what Luo Xian just said, he will definitely bury your heads in the coffin.

Is this how to die? "

The third personality also began to be confused. What happened in front of him was too unbelievable.

The various clues I have obtained seem to be able to connect everything, but there is always something that doesn't make sense.

Luo Xian said that it was because the human head was put into the coffin that he would die in the future.

This was originally just a guess, but with the emergence of Panting, it is almost certain.

But how did Pan Ting become a ghost, and what happened to these five heads?

Ji Li and Luo Xian just stood here, their heads really growing on their necks.

So what exactly is in the fishing net in Pan Ting’s hand?

Luo Xian's face was already pale from the rain, and his expression was extremely serious. He remained silent for half a minute and said in a deep voice:

"Do you think it's true or false?"

Ji Li frowned, looked at the back mountain woods that represented gloom and death, and shook his head slightly:

"This time, I can't tell the truth from the lies."

Luo Xian raised his wrist again and looked at the time. It was 25 minutes away from 8:29, so it was still early.

She started analyzing it from scratch to make sure her idea was correct.

“In the dream prophecy, I saw the closed coffin and the remains of the dead except you.

Heads are missing, and you don’t see anyone.

At that time, I believed that the cause of the incident was our attempt to open the coffin, which resulted in the group's demise.

But what happened with Madman and Huaiguang suddenly gave me a new possibility.

What if our heads were already placed in the coffin from the beginning?

Cause and effect are reversed.

We don’t die from open coffins.

It was because our heads were put into the coffin first, and then we reached the stone tomb and failed to open the coffin that we died. "

Luo Xian looked at Ji Li with questioning eyes. She needed advice at this time.

Ji Li read this inference carefully and saw that it was logically correct. He continued:

“At 8 o’clock at night, the dead Panting took our heads into the woods.

After 29 minutes, the owner of the head came to the stone tomb and tried to open the coffin.

However, due to lack of time, a dead end broke out, resulting in heavy casualties. "

Luo Xian nodded, but immediately frowned and said uncertainly:

“But I don’t know why you disappeared instead of dead.

And what exactly is Pan Ting and where did the head in his hand come from. "

"Ji Li, please grasp the key point. What was the purpose of going to the stone tomb in the first place?"

The third personality noticed that the topic was a little off-center and promptly reminded him.

Ji Li took a breath, as if realizing something, and said in a deep voice:

“The purpose of our visit to the mountain is to find the source of the six ghosts’ misfortune through the stone tomb.

Regardless of Pan Ting and the heads, his move is clearly a dead end for us to have the misfortune of six ghosts break out at the same time, and everyone will be wiped out.

Therefore, the bad luck of the Six Ghosts must be real. In addition to our heads, the coffins contained the bones of the deceased collected by Luo Jianjun. "

Luo Xian's eyes flashed and he said smoothly:

"So the root cause is the coffin containing the human head and bones!"

Ji Li realized that something was wrong, and based on this idea, they were on the verge of a dead end.

Pan Ting took the heads of five people and buried them in the stone grave. At 8:29, the death prophecy will come true.

They must arrive in advance to stop it, or at least dig out the head before death.

Without any hesitation, the two of them broke out of the wooden house without taking shelter from the wind and rain, and climbed the slope into the forest.

For them, time was tight, but there was still a sense of relaxation. After all, through the guidance of dreams, Luo Xian had already learned the general direction.

In the dense and wide woods, most of the wind and rain are weakened here, but the raindrops flowing along the edges of the trees have a strange feeling on people's skin.

The leaf litter is extra thick due to stagnant water, and its soft, light elasticity makes people feel uncomfortable when stepping on it.

As he walked through the forest, the worry on Ji Li's brows never diminished.

He always felt that this mission was too confusing.

He had always been skeptical about the bad luck of the Six Ghosts before, but now he was forced into the back of the mountain by what had just happened and had no choice but to believe it.

But is Pan Ting a ghost? How did he become one of the horrors of the mission?

Those heads seemed to have the effect of a curse, but Ji Li's head was on his neck.

There must be a fake human head in Panting's hand, but why is there a curse effect?

Is Bai Huaiguang dead or not?

If he was dead, why would he send information for Ji Li?

If he was not dead, why didn't Panting have his head in his hand?

Ji Li always felt that there was a very crucial detail that he had overlooked, and this detail could explain all the doubts.

"Don't worry, you and I are the only ones entering the mountain this time, Ma Mingyu and the other three are still in the village.

This is already a huge difference from the future expected by the ghost. "

Luo Xian is neither impatient nor impatient. She also understands that there are doubts about the matter, but she believes more in the future that she has control over.

Precisely because she knew the future through dreams, she understood that every move she made now changed her unexplained death.

This time, the advantage was on the clerk's side.

The road in the back mountains washed away by heavy rains was more difficult than they expected.

On this upward journey, a large amount of sediment mixed with fallen leaves was washed down by large amounts of rain from time to time, blocking the progress.

Luo Xian grabbed the tree trunk and jumped out of a puddle, but when he landed, his feet were not firmly planted and he almost slipped.

But it was precisely because of this situation that she got close to the tree trunk. She suddenly discovered that there was a wipe mark on the tree.

There was a whitish thread of flesh on the cracked tree bark. There was no blood on it, so it was very inconspicuous. You could only spot it if you got close.

Luo Xian raised his hand to block the rainwater above and scraped it off with his nails. After confirming it carefully, he said to Ji Li:

"This looks like human tissue. It should be the head accidentally scratched on the tree in Panting's net."

She pointed forward and said excitedly:

"We're on the right track, he doesn't have the ability to teleport."

Ji Li frowned again and did not choose to speak. He just followed Luo Xian and continued moving forward.

No one spoke anymore, only the sound of breathing and footsteps, and the rain was still washing the leaves, giving people a sense of irritation.

Time passed by minute by minute while rushing, and we were getting closer and closer to that sensitive time node.

On the contrary, the road became more open and easier to walk on.

During the last part of the journey, the speed of the two of them was several times faster than before.

Finally at 8:20, we arrived at the bluestone slab where Luo Xian had sat cross-legged in the dream.

The stone tomb in the dream was right in front of them.

The rammed earth is solid, the rocks weigh down the top, there are no ghosts, and there are no people.

Ji Li looked at all this, but his heart felt like turbulent waves, and the seeds of suspicion were sprouting.

A full 9 minutes in advance left them plenty of time, as if God was really on the shop assistant's side.