I Wasn't Born Lucky

In the backyard of the hotel, as Lance said, there was a coffin rather abruptly.

The rest of the backyard has been scorched, exuding an unpleasant smell of burning, mixed with the rain, and from time to time, charred charcoal is washed into the soil.

However, the coffin chose a good location. It was located under a thatched shed. A hole had been burned in the thatched shed, but due to the timely arrival of the heavy rain, half of the turf was still firmly supported on the roof. Shelter the coffin from wind and rain.

Xiao Li estimated the rain outside, and he returned to the entrance of the hotel, lifted the original bench to cover his head from the rain, and quickly walked to the coffin.

The lid of the coffin was tightly closed.

Just looking at the outside of the coffin, it's not hard to imagine what's going on inside—maybe the coffin ghost is lying there stiffly, staring at the coffin board with those godless eyes.

The other reincarnators also followed in. AK47 was still carrying Pu Xiujin, but unlike Xiao Li, they instinctively kept some distance from the coffin.

Xiao Li stroked the edge of the coffin lightly with his hand, and went straight to lift the coffin boards.

At first, it couldn't be lifted.

Xiao Li rubbed the edge of the coffin back and forth with the pulp of his index finger. Without saying anything, he took out his phone and started setting the alarm.

The coffin board moved tentatively, and then moved again. The coffin ghost poked out a head out of it in disbelief, retracted, and poked out again, but Xiao Li was still there.

——It must be the wrong posture for opening the coffin board!

The coffin ghost was obviously dry and thin, his cheeks were sunken into a bitter gourd, his expression was dull, but for some reason, Qing Shui could see a little despair in the other's eyes...

Xiao Li jumped out of the alarm clock interface, and typed in the memo: [We met again. 】

The coffin ghost held the mirror in its arms, a flash of determination flashed in its eyes, it glanced at Xiao Li, then at Park Soo Jin on the back of the surrounding AK47, and touched the mirror cautiously.

A light flashed on the mirror of prophecy, revealing a line of words:

[The prophecy cannot be broken, you will be corrected. 】

Xiao Li taunted: [How to correct?Transport us one by one in your coffin? 】

He was sitting on the edge of the coffin, and easily snatched the mirror of prophecy that he had coveted for a long time from the coffin ghost.

Coffin Ghost:! ! !

It's a mirror!

Xiao Li put his index finger in front of his lips, and mouthed: [Don't be afraid, I will pay you back, let me have a look. 】

Coffin ghost: "..."

Believe in you.

Xiao Li stroked the mirror with his hands like a ghost in a coffin. His fingers were long and slender, and even looked gorgeous against the mirror, but the mirror of prophecy was indifferent.

Very indifferent, very loyal character.

Xiao Li raised his head and asked the coffin ghost: 【How do you use this mirror? 】

The coffin ghost slowly crawled out of the coffin. It grabbed the old bones, supported the coffin and stood outside, gestured and said: [You, what do you want to ask? 】

【past. 】Xiao Li wrote, 【I just want to see the past of this town. 】

The coffin ghost took a fixed look at Xiao Li, put his hand next to his mouth, and coughed silently: [The mirror of prophecy is the future, and what is stored in the coffin is the past. If you want to see the picture of the past , have to enter this coffin. 】

Xiao Li reached out and pressed the bottom of the coffin, and found that there was a layer of cushion under the coffin, which was actually soft when pressed. This coffin ghost is quite good at enjoying it——

Then he lay down in it.

...He really just lay down in it.

Other reincarnation: ? ? ?

What about Sherlock? !

Before Qing Shui rushed over to pull Xiao Li out, the coffin boards were automatically closed, completely covering the coffin.

Then the coffin ghost pressed the edge of the coffin tightly, and turned its malicious eyes to Qing Shui and the others.

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The inside of the coffin is very dark and small, and this kind of environment can easily make people feel tense and desperate.

But Xiao Li was fine, he looked at the closed coffin board above his head, his expression remained unchanged, he just twitched the corner of his mouth, and put the mirror in his left hand on the coffin board.

The mirror really had some kind of connection with the coffin, as soon as it came into contact with the coffin board, it stuck firmly to it.

Xiao Li touched the mirror with his hand again, and wrote down what he wanted to see on the mirror, but the mirror still didn't show it.

Xiao Li rubbed his chin. Since he would not eat or drink a fine wine after toasting like this, he tapped the phone with one hand, pressed three QQ emoticon candles on the screen of the phone, and silently spit out an English word: 【BloodyMerry , B——]

Mirror of Prophecy: "..."

It recalled the scene where it was smashed by Bloody Mary in the previous prophecy.

In the next second, the mirror of the twenty-five boy flashed, and the picture Xiao Li wanted appeared directly.

It was in the attic of the old house.

The owner of the ancient house was about thirties, with a long beard, standing with his hands behind his back, watching the servants rummaging through the baggage in the attic.

Not long after, the servant took out one of the packages from the pile of baggage, unfolded it, and respectfully placed it in front of the owner of the ancient house.

There are costumes, rouge, cosmetic boxes, picture scrolls, pens and inks and other things.

"Is this what he left behind..."

The owner of the ancient house murmured, picking and picking from the package, but finally took out nothing but the whole package.

In the next scene, the children in the town were playing lively on the side of the road, and a child said loudly: "Today, Mr. is not detained, let's go out to play, shall we?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his expression changed. He opened his mouth and tried to utter another sentence, but he could only make a "giggle" sound from his throat.

At this point, silence fell.

The mirror picture also ends here.

The Mirror of Prophecy displayed for fear of Xiao Li's misunderstanding: [Showing the past is not my strong point, I tried my best. 】

Xiao Li absent-mindedly touched the edge of the mirror like a dog, and it wasn't the mirror's words that made him tranced, but the mirror's picture just now - inside the coffin, it made a sound.

But outside, the mirror is incredibly quiet.

So is it because of the coffin?

Just like the coffin ghost stays in the coffin without rotting, can it resist the silence to a certain extent?Or……

Just as Xiao Li was meditating, the mirror image suddenly changed again.

It appeared a bed.

A bed that Xiao Li is very familiar with, even the bed he just moved back.

A bed in his tiny apartment.

With the appearance of this bed, Xiao Huang Ben was shocked, and a line of handwriting with luminous attributes displayed: [Since you have seen everything, why don't you take a look at your future? 】

Xiao Li: "...I remember I said that I don't believe in prophecy."

This time, Xiao Li spoke directly, but as he thought, speaking in this absolutely closed coffin was not considered a violation of taboo.

Xiao Huangben showed lightly: [Actually, I don't believe it either, but everything I said will definitely become the future. 】

Before Xiao Li could reply, Xiao Huang Ben, who said "every word must come true", continued: [I will stay on this bed in the future. 】

[I will hold you on this bed.At first you were too hot and refused to let me hug you, but then I adjusted the temperature, and when you felt cold, you would sneak into my arms obediently. 】

...it's actually very warm.

[Because of the cold, I hold you tightly, but this won't last long, because I will want to get closer to you.I love everything about you, and then I'll turn your face and kiss you and eat you. 】

【I would suggest you to buy a bigger bed. 】

[Or move directly to my house. 】

...It's not warm at all!

Xiao Li said: "..."

He couldn't think of anything else he could say—he finally said, "Can I ask you a question?"

Little Huang Ben: [What's the problem? 】

Xiao Li asked, "Who are you?"

Little Huang Ben said: [Don't worry, you will know soon. 】

After it finished displaying these words, the mirror of prophecy trembled and returned to its original darkness.

Without the source of light, the entire interior of the coffin became very oppressive.

Xiao Li closed his eyes, put his hands together in front of his chest, and experienced the life inside the coffin for 2 minutes.Then he opened his eyes with a "hiss", and pushed the coffin board above his head with his hands, but he didn't push it.

The boy moved his body, drew a scalpel from the sleeve tube, and said, "This is a multiple-choice question, do you want to let me out by yourself, or do I chop you up for firewood and go out by myself--Friendly reminder , if you choose the latter, your home will be gone.”

Ten seconds later, the coffin board tremblingly opened.

As soon as Xiao Li came into contact with the outside light, he squinted his eyes, propped up his body, and put away the scalpel.

The coffin ghost was standing aside, looking at his own coffin helplessly, and couldn't see how it threatened the reincarnated people just now.

Xiao Li crawled out of the coffin neatly. He patted the shoulder of the coffin ghost beside him, and wrote a polite compliment on the white paper: [Your home is nice. 】

Coffin Ghost: "..."

Xiao Li reluctantly returned the mirror of prophecy to it, and walked to Qing Shui: 【Let's go. 】

Qing Shui Zhiyan looked at Xiao Li eagerly, then at the coffin ghost, and followed Xiao Li.

After walking out of the hotel, Qing Shui wrote on the paper: [Sherlock, just now...how did you really lie in that coffin? 】

He asked himself, if it were him, even if he really knew that there would be important clues in the coffin, he might, [-]%, probably wouldn't lie in it.

Once something happens here, it will be buried alive.

Xiao Li glanced at him: [Huh?Comrade Shimizu, your focus of thinking is a bit biased. Is it important why I lie in it?It doesn't matter, what matters is what I get. 】

Shimizu: 【......No, I think it's very important. 】

Xiao Li: [Okay then, actually I just want to experience it, out of curiosity. 】

Shimizu: 【………】

——Curiosity is so strong, are you a cat?

On the other side, the backyard of the hotel.

The coffin ghost hugged the mirror, lay back in the coffin, and was about to leave again when it suddenly felt something was wrong.

It looked at the coffin board, reached out to touch it, and let out a silent roar with its eyes wide open——

Because Xiao Li carved a line on the coffin board:

...Sherlock came here for a visit.

The author has something to say: Xiao Huang Ben: Whatever I say, it will come true.

Xiao Li: So?

Xiao Huangben: So all along, I'm not YYing you, I'm predicting our future life.

Xiao Li: ...