I Wasn’t Born Lucky

The prediction of the coffin ghost overturned, causing the scene to be very embarrassing.

In addition, it seems that because of Pose Udurogui, that mirror is alive and deterred, hiding in the arms of the coffin ghost without moving.

The coffin ghost seemed to be really worried that the plot in the prophecy would happen. Holding its own mirror, it moved extremely fast and quietly to lie down in the coffin again, not forgetting to reach out and cover the coffin board.

Xiao Li: "..."

——Why run so fast? He is quite interested in that mirror.

He stretched out his hand and tried to poke the coffin board away, but he didn't know what the coffin ghost had done underneath. The coffin board turned out to be extremely strong, as if it had been glued to it, no matter how Xiao Li fiddled with it, he couldn't open it.

So Xiao Li took out his mobile phone and just wanted to call up the alarm clock mode. The waste utilization site used the coffin to test the upper limit of the sound volume, but only the next second, the coffin trembled in place and didn’t know the coffin. What the ghost did inside, the coffin disappeared directly in front of the reincarnations.

...Is this really slipping?

Xiao Li turned his head and spread his hands towards the rest of the samsara.

Without making a sound, it is currently difficult to find the coffin ghost again.

Xiao Li thought about how to squeeze clues from the coffin ghost, but the other reincarnations were not as eager as he was, especially those who were predicted to die by the mirror—this prediction seemed true, otherwise the coffin The ghost wouldn't panic and fled into the coffin after predicting Xiao Li's scene. Doesn't this mean that some of them will die tragically later?!

Under these death predictions, Park Xiujin's hands were already shaking slightly.

Lance was still amazed at seeing the god of fraud at first glance, thinking about whether or not to report the matter to the Holy See, while Tai and others bowed their heads in silence.

Shimizu was the first to recover from his death scene among the rest of Samsara.

He first took out his task book, turned to a blank page, and carefully listed all the death scenes and details on it. When the last one wrote about Xiao Li, Qing Shui raised his head and glanced at him carefully—

Xiao Li was half-closed, his long, thick eyelashes cast a shadow on his eyelids. His facial lines were a bit too delicate for Asians, and his dark eyes were like the starry sky of Murmansk.

There is a contradiction in him, cold and alienated, and he seems to care about nothing, but also care about everything.

Sherlock...the name is not on the ranking of reincarnations in China, is it a newcomer?Can newcomers do this?

Shimizu paused, lowered his head and wrote a few words on his task book, then turned over that page and wrote on the new white paper: [Prophecy is just something that has never happened, we can still change the future , Don’t be too constrained on the prediction screen just now.

He raised a smile and handed this piece of paper to other teammates-fortunately, other people are not low-quality reincarnations, knowing that he is not dead, that is enough.They all cheered up from the blow of the prophecy very quickly, but now these people looked at Xiao Li in different eyes.

From the picture in the prophecy, it is obvious that this man is a big brother.

Xiao Li saw that other people were circulating the piece of paper. He walked over and took a look at it. Then he picked up the pen and added: [Yes, the real prediction will never be released like this, it should be unknowable and invisible of.The coffin ghost just wants to scare us, or to provide a life-killing scene for the next ghost.

Shimizu went on to analyze: [There are still many mysteries in the ghost who can only predict. It may have something to do with this house, but it is a pity that it is now scared back into the coffin.

He looked at Xiao Li with complicated eyes when he wrote this sentence.

Xiao Li looked back with innocent eyes—he was a real person standing in the door this time, and the pot came from the coffin.

Obviously he didn't do anything, the Mirror of Prophecy frightened itself, and frightened the coffin ghost back.

Tai, the lowest-profile among this group of reincarnations, is not affected by any factors. He walked over and passed a piece of paper: [Since the clue here is broken, then look for other clues.

Xiao Li nodded and walked out of the mourning hall first.

——

Just as they were leaving, another room in this ancient house.

The plot characters in the opening CG stay here. They are divided into two camps. One is Luo Junchao, who was taken away because of the taboo by making a sound. The girl in the floral skirt has a deep relationship with him and leans on him. On the other side were the few remaining people who looked at Luo Junchao with scared eyes from time to time, and did not dare to approach him.

The sky outside the window has completely dimmed.

Dark clouds obscure the moon, making the whole town, including the sea, look extremely depressing and gloomy.Dark clouds hung down on the horizon, the air was humid and cold, and the wind was violent. Everyone with a discerning eye knew that this was a sign of coming rain, and it looked like heavy rain.

The cold draught wind blew the sound effect like howling in the outside world, making these plot characters even more frightened.

Since Luo Junchao lost his voice, they couldn't get out of the town no matter how they walked, and no one in the residential houses responded to their call for help. Finally, they stumbled along the peach tree and found this old house with a wide open door and no lock. Set foot here.

In this process, Luo Junchao has tried many times, but he still couldn't make a sound. And as time went on, he gradually felt a sense of horror in his heart-after losing his voice, his "psychic sense" As if enhanced, he could clearly feel that an unknown gaze fell on him.

It was a feeling that could not be said in words, but he just knew it!

Something is repelling him, and it has been eyeing him.

This feeling made Luo Junchao tremble. He lost the spirit of breaking the taboo and talking. Now he is shrinking in the corner, holding his head in his hands, shaking constantly.

The women around him have a good impression of him. They have been friends and classmates for many years.At this moment, she looked at Luo Junchao's appearance at this time, feeling unbearable, and stretched out her hand to hug him into her arms.

Luo Junchao desperately drilled into the girl's arms as if he had found his belongings, and the other party pushed him out unaccustomedly, but Luo Junchao still went his own way.

The girl hesitated for a long time, but finally did not push him away cruelly.

Luo Junchao was trembling all the time, and his body trembling more and more as time passed.

"Rumble—" A loud thunder exploded across the sky, mixed with pouring rain, covering the silence of the entire town with thunderstorms.

The people in the room were startled, their hearts beating violently at that moment, but none of their reactions were as violent as Luo Junchao.

Luo Junchao covered his ears with his hands. He pulled his head out of the girl's arms. He looked at the window as if he had lost his mind. He suddenly pointed his finger in the direction of the window and stood up.

He turned his head, the look on his face became blurred, he wanted to take a step towards the window, but he fell straight to the ground.

Luo Junchao lay on the ground, ignoring his chest aching from the fall, and instead scratched his face frantically.

He used so much strength that his entire face became bloody in a blink of an eye.

The girl was unknown, so she bent down to try to find Luo Junchao, but the other party did not respond.

Suddenly, her back felt cold, and she felt something behind her. She slowly looked in the direction Luo Junchao pointed out before—

There was a face stuck to the window looking at the room.

The face was pale and lifeless.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!"

A scream pierced through the clouds, and suddenly overwhelmed the sound of heavy rain, reaching the reincarnation in the same ancient house.

The reincarnations are bypassing the curving corridor of the ancient house, preparing to walk to the next room.

Xiao Li turned his head. He was thinking that the rain was coming at an untimely time. It was a pity that the peach tree in the yard, but before this thought came to life for a few seconds, he was cut off by this scream .

Shimizu looked at the source of the sound, and he took out his pen and wrote: [It is the group of plot characters in the previous CG.

Park Xiujin said: [The name is so miserable, it seems that because teammates broke the taboo, they met a ghost.

Qing Shui turned to Xiao Li: [Then go and see, Sherlock, what do you think?

Xiao Li, who was suddenly cueed by him, turned around noncommittal. He watched the raindrops falling on the eaves, dripping to the ground, and splashing a lot of water——Xiao Li estimated the distance from the current location to the sound source. Distance, go over there.

If this scream is changed to a newcomer, or even an ordinary reincarnation, it will subconsciously want to stay away from the source of the sound. After all, this means that ghosts haunt there. Fortunately, the reincarnations in this dungeon world are all outstanding, everyone There is no objection to the proposal to look at in the past.

This time the AK47 was at the end.

This white man has the qualities of a sniper. He is used to observing from a distance and is extremely patient.

It's just that when he and the reincarnations in front walked out of the promenade, a tile slipped from the roof during the heavy rain—

AK47 heard the movement and raised his head, the tile happened to hit the bridge of his nose!

The nose is one of the most vulnerable parts of human beings. Not to mention being hit by falling objects from a high altitude, even if accidentally hit, they will cover their nose with red eyes and make the sound of a cat being stepped on its tail.

——But in this world, absolutely can not make any sound.

Otherwise, it will die.

AK47 is indeed AK47. He gritted his teeth under the severe pain. Not only that, he also bent over and reached out to catch the tile that was about to fall to the ground, avoiding the cracking sound of the tile.

How are you?] Lansti wrote.

AK47 raised his head high and covered his nose with his hands. Through the dim light, he could see a line of blood flowing out of his nose.

The blond young man took a deep breath, took out a prop spray from his pocket, and pressed it twice on his nose.

This is one of his special props, medical spray. As long as the trauma is not too serious, a spray can heal it.

After the nose pain subsided, AK47 used the sleeve tube to wipe the residual nosebleeds on his face casually, and put down his hand.

Xiao Li turned on the light of the flashlight and took a photo of the roof where the tiles had fallen, but there was no sign of any animals.

Park Soo Kim: [Is it an accident?Or artificial?

Shimizu: [It's all possible.

Xiao Li thought for a while: [It doesn't look like a coincidence, but it's like an obstacle deliberately created by existence to make us make a sound.

After writing this passage, Xiao Li put away the fountain pen and pressed his finger.

Not a day after entering this silent copy, he has dreamed back to the time when he wrote a thousand-character Chinese composition with freehand pen, and now his fingers are very sore.

Typing on a practical mobile phone is relatively simple, but there is no place for charging. In order to save power, reincarnations still use writing to communicate most of the time.

AK47 looked sadly at Xiao Li's words.

If this is the case, then they will face various emergencies that prompt them to speak.

Shimizu: [AK, are you okay?

AK47 shook his head, indicating that the injury was harmless.

[Then let's go to the plot character first.] Qingshui Road.

——

The rain is getting heavier, even if you don’t enter the rain and just walk in the corridor, there will still be water vapor to wet the hair and clothes of the samsara.

When the reincarnations rushed in, there were only two people left in the room.

Several other characters in the plot disappeared. Only Luo Junchao, who had lost his breath, and the girl in the dress who screamed in the room.

Luo Junchao lay on his back on the ground, his face was torn apart by his own scratches, and he could not be seen at all.

The girl sat on the ground blankly, away from Luo Junchao's body.

Lance was the first to enter this room. He looked at Luo Junchao's tragic situation and thought of the way AK47 died in the mirror prophecy, and his pupils shrank.

The western exorcist took a small bottle from his backpack and poured a little transparent water from the small bottle next to Luo Junchao's body.

what is this?] Xiao Li asked with his mouth when he saw it.

He touched a drop of that water with his hand, put it in front of his nose and smelled it, colorless and tasteless.

Holy water.] Lance spelled it briefly, [Exorcism, I am worried that he will cheat the corpse.I have encountered a copy once. Everyone who dies in it will have their souls turned into ghosts after a period of time. I suffered a loss in that place, and I will pay attention to this point in the future.

Very cautious.

Xiao Li turned his gaze and carefully observed Luo Junchao underneath.

After breaking the silence, the voice was taken first, and then the face...?

He walked to a window in the direction that Luo Junchao's head was facing.

The window was closed. He opened it and directly faced the peach tree in the corner of the backyard.

The heavy rain hit the leaves, making a puffing sound.

Xiao Li's gaze wandered to the outside world, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye-it was a small figure.

He looked left and right, put his hands on the window, trying hard to jump out of the wide window.

...It's a pity, it failed.

Xiao Li pretended that nothing happened, turned and walked out from the door, and walked to the shadow of the tree.

As the distance drew closer, Xiao Li gradually saw the man—the old man who was across from the hotel to remind them that the hotel owner was dead!

At the same time, he is also the lonely old man who has died in the mouth of the hotel owner.

The old man was wearing a simple mandarin jacket, holding a small umbrella, and standing in the rain.

He was short in stature, but stood straight, and raindrops slid down the ditches on his face.

The old man's eyes were muddled, unfocused, and he looked like he had just crawled out of the soil, like a corpse.

The young man with black hair stood under the eaves, separated by heavy rain curtains, holding a mobile phone in one hand to illuminate, and the other holding a small yellow notebook, with a line written on it and asking him: [Old man, what are you doing here? ?

The old man was shone by the light, his eyes narrowed, and without answering Xiao Li, he turned his head and stumbled outside the ancient house.

If he could make a sound now, then Xiao Li would ask another sentence, but at this time he could only change a piece of paper and write another sentence, which didn't make any sense, so Xiao Li didn't move.

Xiao Li watched the old man's back gradually disappear into the darkness until he couldn't see clearly.

After a while, someone patted him on the shoulder, Shimizu held up the phone and typed and asked him: [What did you see?

Xiao Li: [The old man opposite the hotel, who just stood here, but now he has left.

[You didn’t chase?] Qingshui Road.

Xiao Li stretched out his fingers and reached into the rain curtain outside, then he retracted his hand and felt the palm of his hand wet.

After wiping the rain dry, he wrote lightly: [The rain is too much, too lazy to chase.

Seeing the heavy rain outside, Shimizu felt in a daze that what Sherlock had said seemed reasonable.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Xiao Li added: [Don't worry, we know where his home is. If you run away, the monk can't run to the temple.

Shimizu: "..."

The author has something to say: Shimizu: I am thinking about finding an old man's hometown who may be a ghost. It is not a good idea.