I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Xiao Li’s remaining bite of peaches didn’t know whether he should bite them down—he pushed Xiao Huang Ben farther, and finally bit off the remaining peach flesh, gently touching the peach pits. Put it in the trash can next to it.

He swallowed very gently, because he didn't want to make too much noise, and he was a little careful in his movements, which made him look a bit like a cat.

Of course, in the eyes of some people, it may not stop there.

Xiao Li in Xiao Huangben's eyes may have his own color filter.

Xiao Li threw away the peach pits, wiped his lips, and before putting away the little yellow notebook, bit the pen and started writing and asked: [Do you usually think about this?

Xiao Huang Ben: [There are others too.

[For example, even if his lips are dry, I will have an urge to get them wet.

Xiao Li: …………

I want to kiss you.

Seeing that the topic gradually entered a more uncontrollable range, Xiao Li immediately braked, cooling his face with the back of his hand, and changed the topic: [Why didn't you hide the task this time?

The tone of Xiao Huangben's answer seemed to be a little lost: [I released it, and you won't do it.

...This is true.

But I am used to it every time, and I am a little uncomfortable when it disappears.

Xiao Li put away the little yellow notebook noncommittal, glanced at the sky outside, and slowly walked towards the ancient house he found.

He received the yellow book too fast, so he did not see the fleeting sentence above: [So I am going to change it.

There was no vibration or any sign of that sentence, and soon the writing disappeared on the page as if it was wiped off by an eraser.

At this time, the sky outside has faintly dimmed. The day is not long here, and the night is swept by the sea breeze.

The sound of wind and sea intensified, but the town was still quiet.

This shadowy silence is like the countdown to the life of a ghost calling, adding a lot of psychological pressure to the reincarnations. They not only have to find a way out and avoid ghost attacks, but also bear the worry of whether they will make a sound.

There are no people and no animals in the streets of the town.

The residents live in a simple place.

Xiao Li stopped at an intersection after coming out of the hotel. There was a family's window facing Xiao Li's gaze, and there was a face in the window that was hidden behind the curtain, peeking at him.

When he turned his head like this, the face of that family's window immediately shrank back.

A small town with secrets.

Xiao Li retracted his gaze and didn't immediately go to the house to investigate. He chose to return to the ancient house first.

It was a big mansion, like a big family in ancient times, with high thresholds, bluestone tile walls, and seahorses carved on the eaves.

In the corner on the right side of the gate of the ancient house, there is a tall peach tree.

The peach tree is full of plump and round peaches, and the bright red shell is hidden under the green leaves. It is extremely luxuriant, and the luxuriant is a little unusual and too colorful.

The wind blows, and the leaves hang down, as if the night is bending its back.

When Xiao Li came over, the rest of the reincarnations had already entered this ancient house, but did not go deep, but stood in the hall.

In the hall of the ancient house, there was a mahogany table and square chairs, all covered with dust.

Since Shimizu entered the dungeon world, he has watched many horror films in his spare time, and has been involved in horror films from all over the world. Therefore, when he saw this ancient house, he had many classic plots in his mind.

He first nodded to Xiao Li, who was the latest, and then took out the paper and wrote a sentence in English: [Do you want to explore here?There may be a trap here.

Their biggest problem at the moment is that they don’t have a place to live-the original choice, the hotel and residential buildings were destroyed by the two-way designation, and although this ancient house was a windfall for Xiao Li, it is also possible that the residents hate him. A specially selected trap.

Park Xiujin gave different opinions: [But it may also be a clue.

[I think we can take a general look at this place first. There are people living in other places. Only if this place is empty, there must be a reason for it.Lance took the cross necklace from his neck and put it on his wrist instead, making it easy for him to take it off.

I think so.AK47 also gave a positive opinion.

Since the other Samsaras have said so, Shimizu did not insist on his cautious opinions. He asked: [Group or separate?

Tai looked up at the sky outside, and wrote: "There is not much time, it's better to separate, and come back to meet in place after a quarter of an hour.

This kind of exploration is best done during the day, otherwise it will be difficult to observe not only because of the light, but also the time when ghosts and monsters often appear at night.

Qingshui and the others made an OK gesture, scattered one after another, choosing different directions to explore the ancient house.

——

Shimizu chose to explore the wing close to the peach tree.

The young man consciously covered his mouth and nose, put away all the things on his body that might make a sound due to rubbing, such as watches, etc., carefully opened the door of the wing and walked in.

There is a small bed in the wing room, a small dressing table, a vase on a wooden shelf, an empty bird cage, and bird droppings underneath.

Shimizu picked up his toes, and walked lightly, looking around the entire wing.

The wing room is very small, it looks like the owner is a woman, with two mandarin ducks embroidered on the quilt.

He gently lifted the quilt and pulled the quilt away.

——It seems there is no problem...

Shimizu used two fingers to pinch the pillow in the same way, but this time the stuff under the pillow shocked him, causing him to take a firm step back, almost hitting the bird cage behind him with a loud noise.

But fortunately, Shimizu controlled his feet in time and didn't take the final step-he put his hand on his heart, felt his sharply accelerating heartbeat, put down the pillow, and looked back at the original pillow.

That is a human face.

It looks like real human skin, it is very thin, it has thin willow eyebrows, and its eyes are painted with Peking opera-like makeup, and it is pink rouge.

Is it... a human skin mask?

Shimizu's breathing became heavier, and he stretched his hand to the mask, a little afraid that the closed eyes on the mask would suddenly open.

He finally touched the edge of the mask, felt the touch, released his hand, and chose to exit the wing.

the other side.

From the first sight of this ancient house, Xiao Li had a goal.

He walked straight in, bypassing the rockery and water in the backyard, and entered the deepest house of the ancient house.

That house should be dedicated to the ancestors of the ancient house owner. After entering the door, there are two wooden chairs, followed by layers of white curtains, lift those curtains, and then a high platform with three rows of enshrined. Of the tablets.

The first tablet read: Ye Tao, the ancestor, died on Bingshen Day of Bingziyue in the Jichou Year.

It was cold in this room, different from the cold outside the door, the wind here was very cloudy, as if it could penetrate human bone marrow, it was a magic attack.

Xiao Li had seen the tablets above one by one, feeling as if he had seen the rise and fall of a big family.

On the back side of the high platform, there is a coffin.

The lid of the coffin was half closed, and the head of the coffin was empty.

Before Xiao Li walked to the coffin, he heard a sound of clothing rubbing in the coffin.

It is very light and very light, about the sound of humans swallowing saliva, but it really exists.

Perhaps it was too slight to attract the attention of some existence.

Xiao Li turned his head for the first time-

There was a black, wrinkled hand on the edge of the coffin.

The owner of the arm was hidden in the coffin, as if he wanted to cheat the corpse directly.

Xiao Li looked around, he walked to the side of the coffin and glanced inside, then lifted the coffin board and directly covered the coffin.

The edge of the coffin board clamped that hand, and the hand showed pain and began to struggle constantly. Wanting to get out of the inside, Xiao Li pressed the edge hard, his hand hurt, and he directly retracted.

Xiao Li controlled his strength, gently and neatly closed the coffin board, took out a wooden chair at the entrance, and lifted it up to press on the coffin board.

After doing all this, Xiao Li turned around with satisfaction and went out.

The ghost holding the coffin in his right hand: "..."

It stared at the narrow and dark coffin before it.

——Its coffin board can't hold down.

——No, its coffin board can't be opened!!

——

A quarter of an hour later, the hall.

The sky outside the window is getting darker and darker, and it is close to the deep blue of the sea.

Qingshui was the first to reach the designated meeting point. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and while waiting for others, he wrote a copy of his own experience.

Afterwards, other reincarnations also arrived one after another. To Shimizu's gratification, no one died for the time being.

They looked different, but they all took out their portable task books and started writing.

The writing looks serious like a student in an exam.

After the Unity had been written, they exchanged their descriptions.

Shimizu roughly wrote about the scene in the wing room and the human skin mask-he did not bring the evil thing out, only touched the edge and found that the texture was very thin.

On the other hand, Park Xiujin went to the kitchen and utility room on the right, and saw an arm in the rice tank in the kitchen halfway through, which shocked her, but she managed to return without any danger.

The same goes for others.

Lance: [The place I went to was the master bedroom, which was very large, with a screen, a dressing box, and an empty basin.

AK47: [The attic is very dark, but no ghosts are seen.

Tai: [Study, there are many paintings, the four treasures of the study, mostly landscape paintings.

Xiao Li came back the latest and was the last one to complete.

He wrote: [I saw a bunch of tablets and a coffin. In the coffin lies a guy who doesn't know whether a person is a ghost. I guess it should be a ghost.It figured it out and I pressed it back with a coffin board.

Xiao Li and others finished reading, and then raised two fingers: [Now we have two choices.1. Use the guy in the coffin to perform a sound test to find out how loud the sound is to cause a change; 2. Let the guy out and ask what it wants to do.

other people:???

——Wait, they all know these English words, but why... I don’t even know how to read them together?!

Tablets, coffins, mourning halls...

These words alone sound so scary, but why did they change the style of painting later?!

Also, when the average person encounters a ghost and a corpse, the normal reaction should not be...flee?

The author has something to say: International friends: It's called Dousack. Are you China so hardcore to deal with ghosts?