I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Before Xiao Li had time to deal with the pen in his hand, the pen fairy moved first.

The pen trembled like self-consciousness, dropped from Xiao Li's hand, and rolled away on the ground.It did not roll to the end, only rolled about two meters, and then disappeared on the ground strangely.

Xiao Li retracted his gaze regretfully, holding his pen that was almost out of ink, turned his head and said goodbye to Tianji, and walked into his room.

In the middle of the night, the moon is like water.

Almost everyone went to sleep, whether they were reincarnations or ordinary passengers, even Jiayi, the most uncomfortable tossing about, fell asleep vaguely on the bed.

However, at this moment, there was a different movement in a certain room.

That currently belongs to Ah Wei's room. He is sleeping in the soft bed under the covers. The room is full of his purring.

There was a slight scratching under his bed.

It's like someone lying under his bed with his eyes wide open and scratching the bed with his nails.

Ah Wei continued to sleep unconsciously.

The scratching sound continued for a while, without receiving a response, it turned into an even harder impact.

The sound was louder now, accompanied by physical vibrations, and the phone he placed next to his pillow was beaten and dropped.Not to mention Ah Wei, who was directly exposed to the impact when he slept on the bed. In the end, he even felt that the entire bed was beaten and jumped, and even he had to wake up.

Awei woke up in a daze. He scratched his hair and looked around the room blankly. He didn't seem to understand why he was awakened. Did he dream?In the evening, he saw Xuan Xuan's tragic situation, so he had a dream at night?

However, Awei looked around, there was no one in this room, and the train was still moving at full speed symmetrically.

illusion……?

Ah Wei remembered Xuan Xuan's death before, and somehow, the still-bodied sleepiness gradually faded away.

He was indeed a little scared, but still didn't believe in the existence of spiritual power in this world.

Awei insisted that someone sneaked in and murdered Xuan Xuan and dragged Xuan Xuan under the bed, so he locked the door specially before going to bed, and even dragged a chair behind the door.So if someone wants to come in, then he has to drag the chair to wake him up.

Now that chair is still there, no one has come in yet.

Awei thought of this, ready to go down to make sure the door lock is still installed——

As soon as his foot hit the ground, he stretched out a hand from the bottom of the bed, grabbed his foot with great force, and pulled it hard!

Ah Wei let out a scream, the force was too great for him to resist, and it didn't help to grasp the edge of the carpet, so he was pulled directly into the bed.

At this moment, he finally knew why Xuan Xuan died under the bed in such a posture, but it was a pity that it was too late.

In the next second, blood flowed from the bottom of the bed and stained the floor.

This scene, in the next few hours, also happened in different rooms in the train.

One of them is Xiao Li.

He didn't sleep deeply, Xiao Li woke up when the scratching sound was still very slight.

A little moonlight came through the window. At this time the train was driving in the wild, passing by a field of golden rapeseed flowers, bathed in the moonlight, they were extremely beautiful.

The doll hung on the curtain as an ornament to watch the rape blossoms suddenly turned its head 180 degrees and looked at the bed.

The nail under the bed scratched the hard board, making a fine noise.

Xiao Li didn't open his eyes, his expression was a little unpleasant when he was awakened, but he struck the surface of the bed hard with his hands at the source of the sound, and then hit the sound-he used a little bit of strength, and the sound was actually It overwhelmed the scratching under the bed for a while.

The voice stagnated for a while, and then it rose again and became sharper, just like the nails were deeply sunken in the sawdust, and the board was forced to be scratched, causing extreme discomfort to the listener.

This time Xiao Li opened his eyes. He did not beat the sound again, nor did he get out of the bed to check. Instead, he lay down on the edge of the bed, hung his head straight down and looked down the bed.

Because of the angle, his head was upside down, just hitting the grimace under the bed.

It was a pale ghost, curled up under the bed, scratching the upper bed with his fingers.If there are no gaps on the left and right sides, the picture will look like it squeezed into a coffin.

The grimace obviously didn't expect Xiao Li's face to appear suddenly, his hands still staying on the bed, turning his head and looking away, he just saw the head that appeared suddenly, one person and one ghost facing each other.

I looked up and saw the grimace of the inverted head: "..."

Xiao Li's complexion is rare, and there is a kind of dissatisfaction after being awakened: "What is the noise?"

The more angry he is, the calmer his voice, with a rare coldness.

grimace:???

Of course, the grimace couldn't speak. It fell into a state of almost sluggishness. After a three-second pause, it naturally did not answer, and directly extended its hand in the direction of Xiao Li's head——br

Its hand is like plasticine, which can be stretched arbitrarily, and it is in front of Xiao Li in a blink of an eye.

Before that hand arrived, Xiao Li retracted his head back on the bed. He sat on the side of the bed, watching that hand opened in the air because the target was lost, and was taken back by the grimace.

And the doll’s infinitely extended hair was also coming at the same time. Tan Li seemed to think Xiao Li could not avoid it. The hair opened to stop the hand, but at this time it also fell through. The two sides did not fight in the air. They converged to each other.

Xiao Li poked his head out again, and moved his finger to the restless grimace under the bed to be quieter, "Shhh."

Because of his posture at this time, all his hair fell down, revealing a complete and upside-down face.

In the sight of the grimace, Xiao Li actually only showed a suspended head and a finger, his eyes full of impatience, and the rest of the parts were all blocked by the mattress, which looked scarier than before.

The gloomy face of Grimace showed a frightened look. It looked at the extremely dangerous head-the body shrank back and disappeared into the wall.

Only then did Xiao Li lie down on the bed with satisfaction, closing his eyes and continuing this sleep.

The doll changed its position. It slipped from the curtain to the window sill. With its two feet curled up, it blinked, and then turned its eyes to the train window again.

The little black cat who had been lying on the window blowing air reluctantly opened one eye, seeing that the room had returned to calm, it also put the cat's head on its paw and continued to sleep.

At the same time, outside the carriages, many reincarnations were untidy, some ran out wearing only nightgowns, and even men wearing only underwear were so cold that they didn't dare to enter the room again.

The reincarnations who were able to rush out of the room were almost within two minutes of each other. Tianji's room was very close to Xiao Li. He glanced at Xiao Li's door for the first time, and it was still tightly closed.

The Samsara who rushed out of the other room of the secret secret was out of breath. Seeing the secret is the same as seeing the main skeleton. After all, the opponent is a big man on the ranking list of the secret: "Heaven! Did you meet it too?"

The surviving reincarnations gathered one after another. Wu Tianyi wrapped in a nightgown and said in shock: "I am sleeping, and I was suddenly awakened by the sound under the bed. I didn't dare to look at it, but the movement was getting louder and harder. Turning over the entire bed. I jumped off the edge of the bed and was grabbed by a hand. Fortunately, I have a ghost-expelling talisman to stick on the ghost's wrist in time, otherwise..."

Another male reincarnation also said: "Me too, what's the matter? In the ordinary dungeon world, isn't it the first day that the characters in the plot will die after the death, leaving us with time to adapt and reason? Why is this time so frequent ?"

"There were frequent attacks on the first day. How can people survive?"

Tianji's gaze has been staring at Xiao Li's door. Hearing this, he muttered to himself in the discussion of the reincarnations: "Unless...the way of life has been given, or...we're almost time."

"What do you mean?"

"--Platform." Tianji hadn’t spoken, Jiang Jizhe had already walked over from a distance, and the young man said clearly, "In those worlds, the deadlines for completing tasks were all in the same fixed place, such as five days. The attacks of ghosts will go from slow to fast, with a certain frequency limit. However, this time, our limited time is based on the platform, and the train is moving. Now that the attacks of ghosts are so frequent, it may indicate that... The next stop."

"This world is so difficult?! Then our mission--" the other reincarnations made the sound of the cat being stepped on.

"It seems that this train can't be regarded as an ordinary dungeon world. We need to change our minds. The truth here is definitely more than just a pen fairy. The opening cg is deliberately misleading us to slow down the rhythm." Jiang Ji closed his body. At this time, he exhaled deeply, "The one that hasn't come out yet, I'm afraid it's already... Except for the reincarnations, how many passengers are still unknown is unknown. We need to check one by one and find the flight attendant to get the key ."

Tianji went out at this moment and knocked on Xiao Li's door.

Maybe others would die, but he definitely didn't believe that Sherlock would be killed by such a ghost.

However, he knocked it the first time, and there was no response.

He added gravity and knocked it a second time, but there was no response.

Tianji's heart sank, his knocking force was not light, and no one would sleep deeply in such a place, and no one inside has responded yet, I'm afraid...

Sherlock really capsized in the gutter?

With his temperament that he is not afraid of the heavens and the earth, he would dare to be presumptuous when encountering a pen immortal, but it is really possible that one of them was accidentally hit and killed.

Thinking like this, he knocked for the third time, and asked inwardly: "Sherlock?"

This time, perhaps the sound was loud enough, and there was a movement from the door of the room, and someone was walking towards the door.Then the door was opened, Xiao Li leaned against the door stiffly, with a look of lack of sleep, revealing a deep sleepiness, and it looked like he had just been awakened from his sleep.

He asked with a hard tone and coldly: "Do you know what time it is and what's wrong?"

The rest: "..."

——Why can this person sleep in this situation?Did the ghost knock on his bed?!