I Wasn't Born Lucky

Xiao Li didn't know whether to bite into the remaining peach - he pushed Xiao Huang Ben a little farther, and finally bit down the remaining bit of peach flesh, and lightly touched the peach core. Put it in the trash can next to it.

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

Of course, in the eyes of some people, it may be more than that.

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

Xiao Li threw away the peach pit, dried his lips, and before putting away the little yellow notebook, he bit the tip of his pen and wrote, asking: 【Do you usually think about this? 】

Xiao Huang Ben: [There are others. 】

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

Xiao Li: 【………】

【I want to kiss you. 】

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

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

...it is true.

But I'm used to it every time, and it's a bit uncomfortable when it disappears at once.

Xiao Li put away the little yellow book noncommittally, looked at the sky outside, and walked slowly towards the old house he found.

He collected the little yellow book too fast, so he didn't see the fleeting sentence on it: [So I'm going to change the way. 】

There was no vibration or any sign when that sentence appeared, and soon the handwriting disappeared from the page as if it had been wiped off by an eraser.

At this time, the outside sky has a faint tendency to darken. The days here are not long, and the night is accompanied by the sea breeze.

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

This shadow-like silence is like the countdown to life when the ghost calls, which adds a lot of psychological pressure to the reincarnated people. They not only have to find a way to survive and avoid the attack of the ghost, but also bear the worry of whether they will make a sound.

There were no people, nor animals of any kind, in the streets of the town.

Residents live in seclusion.

Xiao Li stopped at an intersection after coming out of the hotel, there was a window facing Xiao Li's eyes, and there was a face hidden behind the curtains in the window, peeping at him.

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

A small town with secrets.

Xiao Li withdrew his gaze and didn't go to the house to investigate immediately. He chose to go back to the old house first.

It was a big mansion, like a rich family in ancient times, with a high threshold, bluestone tile walls, and seahorse carvings on the eaves.

In the right corner 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, which are extremely lush, and the lush ones are a bit unusual, too colorful.

With the wind blowing, the leaves drooped, as if the night had bent its back.

When Xiao Li came over, the rest of the reincarnations had already entered the ancient house, but they didn't go deep, they just stood in the hall.

There is a mahogany table and square chairs in the hall of the old house, all of which are covered with a layer of dust.

Since Shimizu entered the dungeon world, he has watched a lot of horror movies in his spare time, and he has dabbled in horror movies from all over the world. Therefore, when he saw this ancient house, many classic plots appeared in his mind.

He nodded to Xiao Li who came last, and then he took out a piece of paper and wrote a sentence in English: 【Do you want to explore here?There may be a trap here. 】

Their biggest problem right now is that they don't have a place to live—their original choice, the hotel and the residence were all destroyed by the two-way identification, and although this old house is Xiao Li's windfall, it is also possible that the residents hold grudges against him. A specially selected trap.

Park Soo Jin gave different opinions: [But it may also be a clue. 】

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

【I think so. ] AK47 also gave a positive opinion.

Since the other reincarnations have said so, Qing Shui did not stick to his cautious opinion, he asked: 【Form a team or separate? 】

Tai looked up at the sky outside, and wrote with a pen: [There is not much time, it is best to separate, come back and gather at the same place in a quarter of an hour. 】

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

Qing Shui and others made an OK gesture, dispersed one after another, and chose different directions to explore the ancient house.

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The direction Qing Shui chose to explore was the wing close to the peach tree.

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

In the wing room there was a small bed, a small dressing table with vases on wooden shelves, and an empty birdcage with bird droppings underneath.

Qing Shui picked up his toes, he walked lightly, and looked around the entire wing.

The wing room is small, and it seems that the owner is a woman, and there are two mandarin ducks embroidered on the quilt.

He gently lifted the quilt and pulled the quilt away.

——It seems that there is no problem...

Qing Shui used two fingers to pick up the pillow in the same manner again, but this time the thing under the pillow startled him, causing him to take a solid step back, almost hitting the birdcage behind him and making a loud noise.

But fortunately, Qing Shui controlled his feet in time, and did not take the last step—he put his hands on his heart, felt the sound of his rapidly accelerating heartbeat, put down the pillow, and looked at the things under the pillow again.

That's a human face.

It looks like real human skin, it is very thin, it has thin willow leaf eyebrows, and the eyes are painted with Peking opera-like makeup, which is peach red rouge.

Is it... a human skin mask?

Qing Shui's breathing became heavier. He stretched out his hand towards the mask, and was a little afraid that the closed eyes on the mask would suddenly open.

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

the other side.

From the first moment Xiao Li saw this ancient house, he had a goal.

He went straight in, bypassing the rockery in the backyard, and entered a room in the deepest part of the ancient house.

That house should be a place dedicated to the ancestors of the owner of the ancient house. After entering through the door, there are two wooden chairs, followed by layers of white curtains. tablet.

The first tablet reads: Ancestor Ye Tao died on Bingshen day in Bingzi month of Jichou year.

The room is very cold, unlike the damp outside the door, the wind here is very cloudy, as if it can penetrate the bone marrow of a person, it is a magical attack.

Xiao Li looked at 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 coffin lid is half closed, and the coffin head is empty.

Before Xiao Li reached the coffin, he heard the sound of clothes rubbing against the coffin.

It's very light, roughly equivalent to the sound of a human swallowing saliva, but it really exists.

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

Xiao Li turned his head immediately——

A black, wrinkled hand rested on the edge of the coffin.

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

Xiao Li looked around, walked to the side of the coffin, took a look inside, then lifted the coffin board, and directly covered the coffin.

The edge of the coffin board clamped the hand, and the hand showed pain, and began to struggle continuously, trying to get out of it, Xiao Li pressed the edge hard, his hand hurt, and he retracted directly.

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

After finishing all this, Xiao Li turned around in satisfaction and went out.

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

It stared at the narrow and dark coffin in front of it.

——Its coffin boards will not be able to hold it down.

——No, its coffin boards cannot be opened! !

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A quarter of an hour later, the lobby.

The sky outside the window was getting darker and darker, approaching the deep blue of the sea.

Qing Shui was the first to arrive at the designated meeting point. He wiped the sweat from his brow, and while waiting for the others, he wrote a copy of his experience just now.

Then other reincarnations also arrived one after another. To Qing Shui's relief, no one died for the time being.

Their expressions were different, but they all took out their mission books and started writing.

The way he writes is serious like a student taking an exam.

After the uniform was written, they exchanged and looked at each other's descriptions.

Qing Shui roughly wrote about the scene in the wing room and the human skin mask - he didn't bring this evil thing out, but touched the edge and found that the texture was very thin.

And Pu Xiujin went to the kitchen and utility room on the right, and saw an arm in the rice jar in the kitchen on the way, which startled her, but she managed to come back without any danger.

The same goes for others.

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

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

Tai: 【The study room has a lot of paintings, the four treasures of the study are mostly landscape paintings. 】

Xiao Li was the latest to come back, and the last to finish.

He wrote: [I saw a bunch of memorial tablets, and a coffin, and a guy who didn't know if it was a human or a ghost lay in the coffin. I guess it should be a ghost.It wanted to come out, but I pressed it back with a coffin board. 】

Xiao Li waited for the others to finish reading, then raised two fingers: [Now we have two choices.[-]. Use the guy in the coffin to conduct a sound test, and test how high the volume of the sound will cause the change; [-]. Let the guy out and ask what it wants to do. 】

other people:? ? ?

——Wait, they all know these English words, but why... it feels like they can't read them together? !

Tablets, coffins, mourning halls...

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

Also, when a normal person encounters a ghost cheating a corpse, shouldn't the normal reaction be... to run away?

The author has something to say: International friends: It’s called bean sack, are you so hard-core in China’s cold response to ghosts?