I Wasn't Born Lucky

Park Soo Jin could not accept this fact.

She refused to give up easily, so she continued to explore with the team and came to this prophesied place of death.From this point of view, if she had chosen to wait for death in place at that time, wouldn't she not have come here, and would have broken the prophecy?

she will die here...

Pu Xiujin looked around for a while, and took out a small bottle from the small bag that she had been carrying with her all the time. This was her life-saving tool, and there were remnants of the wraith from that world on it, which could protect her from attack for a period of time.

But if faced with a higher level ghost, then this little bottle has nothing to do.

Will she die?

AK47 also gripped the gun tightly, if he saw the ghost appear, he would really shoot - for no other reason, not out of good intentions, but if they could really save Park Soo Jin and break the prophecy, not only would they find a way to fight against the silence The method is to destroy his own death prophecy.

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

The sun near noon shone on the streets of the small town, the doors and windows of the shops on the roadside were closed, and the black smoke billowed in the distance. All of these were quite hot, but the people present only felt cold.

Xiao Li picked up a pen and wrote in the little yellow book: 【I don't believe in prophecies. 】

Nothing is unbreakable.

Pu Xiujin pinched her throat with her fingers. At this moment, she felt a kind of uncertainty in her heart, and wanted to make a sound to try whether her throat had been taken away, but the remaining rationality prevented her from doing so.

Qing Shui asked with concern: [Is there anything wrong with you? 】

Pu Xiujin shook her head at first, but soon, her eyes fixed on a certain point in the void, and she mouthed: 【It noticed me...】

Muscles all over Tai's body tensed: [It?who? 】

【How do you feel? 】Qing Shui walked up to Pu Xiujin holding a sign.

Pu Xiujin's eyes became a little blurred, her eyes were fixed on a corner, and just about to take a step, the bottle in her hand shattered with a bang, and an invisible mucous membrane wrapped Pu Xiujin, pulling her from 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 notebook and wrote: [It's, it's not over yet, it's just 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, which is daunting.

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

The life-saving props on the senior reincarnators are enough to delay the prophecy, but no one knows how the prophecy will be fulfilled, maybe they came back here after leaving, and Park Soo-jin will no longer have any props to save his life .

Xiao Li was originally looking at the place where Pu Xiujin was looking at, and when he looked back, he paused for a moment - on the side of the street corner, Xiao Li saw the old man who lived opposite the hotel again.

The old man was wearing a long robe and mandarin jacket, with a pair of dazed eyes looking towards the reincarnation.

it's him again...

Xiao Li didn't chase after her to ask, he first focused on Pu Xiujin, because she lost the protection of the bottle at this moment, her expression became dazed again.

Suddenly, a shadow appeared in everyone's field of vision - a white shadow dragged 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 that time, is it the face, or what...?

- is clarity.

This idea hit Xiao Li's mind like a thunderbolt: When he was in the study, the white shadow was transparent and his face was quite blurred, but at this moment it is white and his face is clear , it is painted with dramatic makeup, the rouge at the end of the eyes is faintly pink, and the long sleeves are dragging in the wind.

At this moment, Qing Shui raised his pen like a thunderbolt: 【This, this face is the human skin mask I found when I was exploring the old house! 】

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

Xiao Li gave a silent "tsk", and he came to the tall and burly AK47, and wrote with a pen:【Will you hit people?The kind that hits the neck directly and takes it away. 】

AK47: "..."

Yes, but...wouldn't this cracking method be a little too simple and rude?

AK47 looked at the boy hesitantly, and instantly understood what Xiao Li meant.He put away his gun, strode up to Pu Xiujin's side, and slashed at the back of the girl's neck at a tricky angle.

Park Soo Jin fell in response, and when she fell to the ground, AK47 reached out to catch her.

Xiao Li held up a sign: [Let's go. 】

Park Soo Jin is not fat, but has a flexible but strong body, and the AK47 carried her on the back without any effort.He avoided the sight of the opera ghost on the edge of the roof, and trotted to catch up with Xiao Li who was walking in the front.

Unexpectedly, the opera ghost didn't stop them, its water sleeves rustled in the air, but it just turned its head and watched them go away.

When passing the corner, the old man disappeared.

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

Qing Shui quickened his pace and caught up with him: [Sherlock, do you have any ideas? 】

Xiao Li: [Yes, there are quite a few, what aspect do you mean? 】

Qing Shui: [Park Soo Jin, what are you going to do? 】

Xiao Li: 【I'll tie her hands up first, make her faint, and I'll talk about the rest later. 】

It's a bit rough, but since the previous deceased had scratched their own faces, Sherlock's solution...was quite effective to some extent.

Qing Shui wrote with difficulty: [………… I studied Chinese traditional culture when I was studying abroad, and it was dressed like an opera singer just now. Could this have something to do with the truth of this 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 sound source and face of human beings. 】

Xiao Li: [Good idea. 】

Then there is no text.

Shimizu: […]

They wrote while walking, and after walking for a few streets, they saw the fire point burning with black smoke. Coincidentally, this place they knew was the backyard of the hotel where the reincarnated people wanted to stay overnight.

The flames were so intense that the hot flames could be felt from a distance.

The hotel owner stood at the door, a strange smile appeared on her face, as if she was relieved, but also sad.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger. Most of the houses in this small town are made of wood. If this trend continues, it may affect the residential areas in this area.

However, just when Qing Shui was worried, the originally sunny sky gradually became darker, and thick dark clouds surged over from the seaside, and soon, rain began to fall in the sky.

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

Qing Shui couldn't dodge in time, his face was poured by the heavy rain, he turned his head to discuss the next move with Xiao Li, but when he turned his head, he saw that Xiao Li had walked into the hotel lobby with his mouth and nose covered.

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 the wrinkles on her face squeezed together.

She didn't speak, and neither did Xiao Li. He moved to the small bench in the front hall of the hotel that hadn't been touched by the fire, and sat at the door watching the rain on the streets of the town.

The raindrops fell to the ground, making a splash.

After a long time, the hotel owner wiped the rain off her face with her hands, and she turned her head and mouthed at Xiao Li: [Outsiders, what do you want to ask? 】

Xiao Li looked closely at the black hole in the hotel owner's mouth, and he wrote: 【Have you seen people like us before? 】

The hotel owner snatched Xiao Li's paper and pen, and wrote: [I have let this fire off for countless times, it is useless, and the buildings here cannot be damaged.Similarly, as long as people entered this town, they could never get out again. 】

Xiao Li: [Can you tell me your story? 】

A sneer appeared on the hotel owner's face, she lowered her head and wrote: [My story?I'm just a ghost lingering in the same place, I lost my daughter, my husband, but I dare not go down to accompany them.In order not to speak, I cut off my tongue that night, and I lingered until now. Thinking about it now, I might as well have been freed earlier. 】

Xiao Li stretched out his hand and patted her on the shoulder: 【Do you know anything about that ancient house that no one lived in? 】

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 from our town, the gap between rich and poor has become less important, and their family even died more than ordinary people earlier. 】

Looking at the owner of the hotel like this, I'm afraid he doesn't know the secret about the legacy of the owner of the old house's grandfather.

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

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

After he finished reading, Qing Shui 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 entrance of the hotel, propped his chin and looked at the closed door of the old man's house opposite: 【No hurry. 】

While they were talking, Lance suddenly walked towards them eagerly, and he wrote on the paper: [In the backyard, I just glanced over there, and there is a coffin. 】

Shimizu: [coffin?Could it be that the hotel owner prepared it for himself? 】

【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 Pu Xiujin?For what was prophesied? 】

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