As the White Lotus Female Match In the Infinite Stream

    The call to death, its specific form is that everyone's life is quantified.

    From Xinqiu's perspective, when people are about to die, a digital countdown will appear on their heads. As the minutes passed, the numbers above their heads would eventually return to zero.

    In other words, Xin Qiu can know the time of death of any person.

    Including himself.

    When he saw the group of monks, the number on their heads was 01:30:59.

    Now, an hour has passed, and there is not much time left for the group of monks to change their fate.

    00:30:59.

    00:30:58.

    00:30.57.

    …

    With the shaking of the candle, the old man in the shroud got closer and closer.

    Not long after that, the old man was only seventeen or eighteen meters away from them.

    Her face is covered with ravines, and there are blue-purple spots on it.

    The scalps of this group of players are about to explode.

    When the old man in the shroud suddenly approached, they frantically threw their physical talent towards the old man.

    Thunderbolts of lightning fell from the deep black sky, fell straight, and hit the old man. Countless, emerald green wickers appeared out of thin air, whipping the old man again and again. What's more, there was a spout out of thin air in his hand, and the muzzle was aimed at the old man, firing bullets one by one.

    Such a chaotic scene could not stop the old man from approaching.

    Those bullets that were fired indiscriminately could only stay on the old man's body for 0.1 seconds, and then quickly shot into the soil behind her. And the emerald green wicker and light blue lightning can only slow down the old man's progress, and can't hurt the old man at all. She was still slowly approaching them.

    The white, rotten shroud was dripping with blood, drop by drop.

    Soon, there was an unpleasant smell of blood in the air. The candle flames in the red lantern seemed to dim, and the black on the horizon became thicker and darker. She got closer and closer, until finally... everyone could even smell the corpse stench coming from her.

     Vomit.

    The nose, mouth, and stomach all rebelled at this moment. The cerebral cortex and nervous system are all at this moment, clamoring for them to leave quickly!

    At this moment, in this situation, these players suddenly realized that even if they awakened their physique and possessed talent. But in the initial stage, their abilities are only a little bit stronger than ordinary people.

      Turning his head, he looked at the player beside him with help. However, these players are just like him, panicking.

    They wanted to turn around and leave, but on the muddy soil around them, it seemed like countless hands were born, firmly holding their ankles.

    They have nowhere to run.

    Ye Ming, who was standing at the front, heard the mourning of the players behind him, and couldn't help cursing: "Where did the clue come from?"

    This is the real world, not a supernatural space.

    Compared to the supernatural space hosted by the host, the ghosts in reality have not been weakened. They have no weaknesses, no constraints, or even rules to follow. They can kill freely.

    This is the ghost!

    This is the real ghost!

      . The ground became wet, and even their breath became sticky.

    The old man's lifeless eyes stared at all the players present.

    The players held their breath, and they even felt a little desperate. However, at this moment, a crisp chirp sounded in the ears of everyone, and a long voice came from the bamboo forest in the distance:

    "All right!"

    This beating sounded like breaking the tranquility of the night, opening a crack in the sky. After the watch was over, the old man who was very close to them disappeared in front of them.

    After a full minute of pause, someone tentatively said:

    "Are you gone?"

    "Looks like she's gone."

    "We're not dead!"

    "My God, that's horrible."

    "I want to go home."

    The rustling voices gradually sounded, and finally became louder and louder. Hearing the trivial voice in his ear, Ye Ming felt that he had walked through the gate of death. When he came back to his senses, the sweater he was wearing was already heavy on his back.

    He glanced around and whispered, "Don't make noise on the cemetery, hurry up."

    "Ok, hurry up."

    The players on the side heard the same reason. They all surrounded Ye Ming and took him towards Shuangxi Village.

    At this time, Ye Ming was still immersed in the crisis of life and death just now, and he did not extricate himself for a long time. However, after walking on the mountain road for about half an hour, he gradually felt that something was wrong. Why, after going so far, these people still stick to him tightly.

    He turned his head to look at the person walking beside him, the crimson moonlight shone on his body, making his whole face a bit more eerie rosy. Ye Ming swallowed and asked in a low voice, "Lu Ren, why are you leaning on me like this?"

    "Ye Ming, I'm a little cold." Lu Ren said. While talking, he leaned on Ye Ming. Not only him, but the people around him, together with Lu Ren, also leaned towards him. Ye Ming instantly felt that he was surrounded by cold, he turned his head and looked at every face beside him.

    These faces, he clearly recognizes them, but at this moment, there is a dead air on these faces. Those young, only in their twenties, thirties and forties, had wrinkles that only old people had on their faces, and the thin layers of skin slumped over their cheeks, covered with blue and purple dead people. Spot, looks especially terrifying. Not only that, the monk uniforms on them that were originally a bit rustic, actually turned pale at this moment.

    Ye Ming took a closer look at what kind of monk clothes they were wearing. At this moment, they were clearly wearing a shroud.

    When did this happen?

    Ye Ming closed his eyes, in his brain, a dense red spread around a green dot.

    Green is him, red is ghost.

    Now, he is surrounded by ghosts.

    Ye Ming's eyes changed from panic and panic, to calm, and then to dumb. He fixedly took off the monk clothes on his body, put on the shroud handed over from someone unknown, and put it on. Then, the group of people turned around and walked towards the cemetery just now.

    00:00:03.

    00:00:02.

    00:00:01.

    00:00:00.

    When the countdown disappeared, the last bit of green in Ye Ming's mind also turned into bright red.

    …

    …

    Duan Ang and Guan Ruiyuan sat on the same bed in different positions: the head and the foot of the bed.

    Two people sat cross-legged face to face, each with several cards in their hands. The only difference was that Duan Ang's face was clean, but Guan Ruiyuan had black turtles painted on her forehead, cheeks and even her nose.

    "Aircraft."

    "Wang Fried."

    After two consecutive bids, Duan Ang landed all the cards in his hand on the bed. He skillfully gathered all the cards together, then picked up the marker set aside, his eyes swirling on Guan Ruiyuan's face: "Let me see, where else can I draw?"

    "It's not fair, how can you count so accurately every time?" Guan Ruiyuan's eyes fell suspiciously on Duan Ang and said, "You won't cheat, right?"

    "Joke, am I that kind of person?"

    Duan Ang's voice increased slightly, and then, under Guan Ruiyuan's continued suspicion, he rubbed his nose and said, "Okay, my talent tells me how to be talented is the most appropriate."

    His spiritual sense can be used not only on ghosts and ghosts, but also on playing cards and gambling. Duan Ang does not rely on his brain, but his own intuition.

    "Don't play, don't play, are you cheating at all?" Guan Ruiyuan said, she rearranged the cards and put them in the suitcase. After doing this, she lay on the bed like a "big" character, and said to Duan Ang, "Tell me, what is the situation with my sister."

    Duan Ang was also paralyzed, lying on the bed and said, "I don't know."

    "I really want to go out. I feel like I have nothing to do here."

      However, as soon as his voice fell, the next moment, a cough sounded in their ears.

    "Cough."

    Duan Ang and Guan Ruiyuan were like blown-up cats. The moment they coughed, they immediately rolled off the bed. By the time they stood firm, the coughing stopped. At this time, they realized that the cough came from the next room.

    Because of the rural houses, the sound insulation effect is relatively poor.

    As a result, the coughing sound was transmitted to their room as if there was no obstruction at all. Let them feel that the cough sounded in their ears for a moment.

    "Grandma Wang?"

    Duan Ang shouted subconsciously, but there was no response from the room opposite, as if Grandma Wang suddenly coughed and fell asleep again.

     Duan Ang breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that there was no sound coming from the next room. He and Guan Ruiyuan looked at each other and lay on the bed again.

    Duan Ang: "It scared me to death."

    Guan Ruiyuan nodded beside her.

    Duan Ang: "Oh, if only Xiaoxin was here."

    Guan Ruiyuan added: "Sister Chaosu is fine too."

    After the two finished speaking, they sighed again. However, after three or four seconds, Duan Ang felt that something was wrong. He looked left and right, always feeling that something was watching him under the light. This made him feel extremely uneasy.

    His actions immediately aroused the vigilance of Guan Ruiyuan beside him.

    Guan Ruiyuan sat up suddenly and said, "What's wrong?"

    Duan Ang: "I always feel that there is an uneasy feeling."

    Guan Ruiyuan: "Where are you upset?"

    Duan Ang turned around and suddenly looked at a hole beside the bed.

    The hole was originally light-transmitting, and you could see the furnishings in the next room. But at the moment, it was dark inside.

    Because, someone blocked the light.

    Duan Ang took a closer look, only to realize that someone blocked the light!

    This is clearly a pair of dark eyes looking at them through the hole.