I Wasn’t Born Lucky

Park Soo Kim could not accept this fact.

She didn't want to give up easily, so she continued to explore with the team and came to the death land in this prophecy.Looking at it this way, if she chose to wait to die in the same place at the time, wouldn't she not come here and break the prophecy?

She will die here...

Park Xiujin looked around for a while, and took out a small bottle from the small bag that she had always carried with her. This was her life-saving item. There were resentful spirits of that world on it, which could protect her from attack for a period of time.

But if you face a higher-level ghost, then this little bottle has nothing to do.

Will she die?

AK47 also squeezed the gun tightly. If he saw a ghost appear, he would really shoot—there was no reason, not because of good intentions, but if they could really save Park Soo Jin to break the prophecy, not only would he find a fight against silence The method also destroyed his own death prediction.

Xiao Li stood there, watching Park Xiujin's every move.

The sun was shining on the streets of the town near noon, the doors and windows of the merchants on the roadside were closed, and the black smoke billowed in the distance. All of this was quite hot, but the people present only felt cold.

Xiao Li picked up the pen and wrote in Xiao Huang's notebook: [I don't believe in prophecies.

There is nothing that cannot be broken.

Park Xiujin pinched her throat with her fingers. At this moment, she felt a kind of uncertainty in her heart. She wanted to make a sound to test whether her throat was taken away, but the little remaining reason prevented her from doing so.

Shimizu asked with concern: [Is there anything wrong with you?

Park Xiujin shook her head at first, but soon, her eyes fixed on a certain point in the void, and she lip-synched: [It noticed me...]

Tai's muscles are tight: [It?Who?

How do you feel?] Qing Shui held a sign and walked to Park Xiujin.

Park Soo-jin’s eyes became a little blurred. She stared at a corner and just about to take a step. The bottle in her hand burst into pieces with a sudden burst. An invisible mucosa wrapped her in her. The brief state of confusion was rescued.

Park Soo Jin took a step back. She took a deep breath and felt her own voice. She tremblingly took out her own notebook and wrote: "It's still, it's not over, it's only temporary. I feel... a force is staring at me." Up.

The black smoke in the distance is getting thicker and thicker, and it seems that the fire is getting bigger and bigger, and it's hard to come by.

Qing Shui frowned. He didn't find any clues and looked back at Xiao Li hesitantly.

The life-saving props on the veteran reincarnations are enough to delay the prophecy, but no one knows how the prophecy will be realized. Maybe they went back here after leaving, and Park Soo-jin will never have props to save his life. .

Xiao Li originally looked at the place Park Xiujin was looking at, but when he took his gaze back, he paused for a moment-on the side of the street corner, Xiao Li saw the old man who lived opposite the hotel.

The old man was wearing a long robe and mantle, and his eyes were looking towards the Samsara.

It's him again...

Xiao Li didn't follow up and ask, he first focused on Park Xiujin, because at this moment she lost the protection of the bottle, and her expression became trance again.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in everyone's vision-a white shadow dragging a long sleeve, standing on the roof of the street along the road, overlooking them.

It was the white shadow in the study.

But it feels different from then, is it a face, or something...?

——It is clarity.

This thought head shot into Xiao Li's mind like a thunderbolt: When in the study, the white shadow was transparent and the face was quite fuzzy, but at this moment it was white and the face was clear. , It was painted with dramatic makeup, the rouge at the end of its eyes fainted pink, and the sleeves dragged in the wind long.

At this moment, Shimizu lifted the pen like a thunderbolt: [This, this face is the human skin mask I found when I was exploring the ancient house!

When the actor ghost appeared, the look in Park Xiujin's eyes disappeared, and she slowly took a step towards the other side.

Xiao Li gave a silent "tsk". He came to the AK47, which is a tall man, and wrote: "Will you hit people?"The kind that hits the neck directly and takes it away.

AK47: "..."

It will be, but...Is this kind of cracking method too simple and rude?

AK47 hesitated to look at the boy, and instantly understood what Xiao Li meant.He put away his gun, walked up to Park Xiujin in a stride, and struck the girl's neck at a tricky angle.

Park Xiujin fell down, and when she fell to the ground, AK47 reached out and caught her.

Xiao Li held up a sign: [Go.

Park Xiujin is not fat, and has a flexible but strong figure. AK47 carried her on his back without any effort.He avoided the sight of the actor ghost on the roof and trot to follow Xiao Li who was walking in the forefront.

Unexpectedly, the actor ghost did not stop them, the sleeves were rustling in the air, and it just turned its head and watched them go away.

When passing the corner, the old man disappeared.

Xiao Li gave a look in the corner, and then walked to the place where the black smoke was burning.

Shimizu quickened his pace to catch up with him: [Sherlock, do you have any ideas?

Xiao Li: [Yes, quite a lot, what do you mean?

Shimizu: [Park Soo Kim, what are you going to do?

Xiao Li: [We will tie up her hands first, let her faint, and talk about the rest later.

It's a bit rough, but since the previous deceased all scratched their own face, then Sherlock's solution...to a certain extent is also quite effective.

Shimizu wrote with difficulty: …………I studied Chinese traditional culture when I was studying abroad, and it just dressed up as an opera-like performer. Could this be related to the truth in this small town?For example, it is a singer, but in an accident, it lost its voice and appearance. Since then, it hates any sound and wants to take away the source of human sound and face.

Xiao Li: [Good idea.

Then there is no more.

Shimizu: [...]

They were writing while walking, and within a few streets, they saw a burning spot with black smoke—it is not coincidentally that they knew this was the backyard of the hotel where the reincarnations wanted to stay in the first place.

The fire is very strong, and the hot tongue can be felt from a distance.

The hotel owner stood at the door with a weird smile on her face, which seemed relieved and sad.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger. Most of the houses in this small town are made of wood. If this trend continues, I am afraid that this residential area will be affected.

However, when this worry arose in Qing Shui's heart, the sky that was still sunny and shining gradually lowered, thick dark clouds came from the seashore, and soon, the sky began to rain.

The rain was so heavy that the fire could not compete with this torrential rain, and its arrogance was completely extinguished.

Qing Shui couldn't dodge, and was cast on his face by the heavy rain. He looked back and wanted to discuss with Xiao Li about the next move, but he turned his head to see that the other party had already covered his mouth and nose and entered the hotel lobby.

Holding a small yellow book, Xiao Li said hello to the hotel owner: [Hello.

The hotel owner glanced at him, and she sat down at the door of the hotel dejectedly, all wrinkles crowded together.

She did not speak, nor did Xiao Li. He moved to the small bench in the front hall of the hotel that had not been touched by the fire, and sat at the door watching the rain on the streets of the town.

The rain drops on the ground and splashes of water.

After a long time, the hotel owner wiped the rain off her face with her hand. She turned her head and lipped towards Xiao Li: [Outsiders, what do you want to ask?

Xiao Li looked at the black hole in the mouth of the hotel owner up close, and he wrote: [Have you seen someone like us before?

The hotel owner grabbed Xiao Li's paper and pen, and wrote: [I have let go of this fire, I don’t know how many times, it’s useless, and the buildings here cannot be damaged.Similarly, anyone who enters this town will never be able to leave.

Xiao Li: [Can you tell me your story?

A sneer appeared on the face of the hotel owner, she lowered her head and wrote: [My story?I am just a ghost wandering in place. I have lost my daughter and my husband, but I dare not go down and accompany them.In order not to speak, I cut off my tongue that night and lingered until now. Now that I want to come, it is better to get rid of it earlier.

Xiao Li stretched out his hand and patted her shoulder: [Do you know anything about that uninhabited ancient house?

This time the hotel owner shook his head hesitantly: [It used to be the house of the richest man, but since the silence began to spread in our town, the gap between the rich and the poor has become less important. Their family is even more dead than ordinary people. Earlier.

Looking at the hotel owner like this, I'm afraid I don't know the secret of the grandfather's inheritance of the old house owner.

Xiao Li asked the other party some simple questions, and then the hotel owner wiped his face with his hand, saying that he was going to greet her daughter's husband, and he lifted the curtain and walked into the backyard.

Qing Shui came over, and before he could speak, Xiao Li handed the paper he had just communicated with the hotel owner.

After he finished reading, Shimizu continued to write: [It seems that the clue is still in the old house, we still have to go back.

Xiao Li sat at the door of the hotel, propped his chin and looked at the closed door of the old man's house opposite: [Not in a hurry.

Just as they were talking, Lance walked towards them suddenly and eagerly. He wrote on the paper: [In the backyard, I just looked over there and there is a coffin.

Shimizu: [Coffin?Could the hotel owner prepare it for himself?

[No, no, no, that seems to be... the coffin we saw in the mourning hall of the ancient house,] Lance wrote categorically, [Could it be for...for Park Xiu Jin?For the prophecy?

Xiao Li stood up, patted the dirt, and walked towards the backyard.