what if i can't die

After warning Da Congming, Song Shi didn't notice anyone following him during the next journey.

As for whether there are ghosts or not, it is not clear.

Continue walking for a few miles, turn around and come to a place where the water flow is more gentle.

There are many reeds growing here, and there used to be many wild ducks and waterfowl, but now it is so quiet that only the sound of the wind is left.

A stranded broken ship was inserted obliquely among the reeds, and there was a gloomy and cold atmosphere, which made Song Shi get goosebumps.

Seeing a lot of reeds collapsed nearby, Song Shi thought thoughtfully: "Looking at the traces, it should be a large water monster, not like the so-called water ghost."

"Um, this is on the premise that the water ghosts don't have the strength to break the boat. The water ghosts in this world, perhaps...should be very powerful."

Song Shi was thinking wildly in his heart, and slowly approached the water to take a look.

The river was so black that it didn't reflect the little moonlight in the sky, and it didn't even shake slightly.

"Why is this like stagnant water?"

Song Shi was surprised. At this moment, a gust of wind blew into his neck from behind, making him shiver.

Tick.

The slight sound of dripping water appeared behind him.

His scalp was numb, and he clearly felt someone behind him. Before turning around, he pushed him hard with one hand.

This hand was so strong that Song Shi couldn't stop it at all.

thump!

Song Shi fell head-on into the water, and there was no movement in a blink of an eye.

There was faint blood flowing under the water, which quickly disappeared.

The black snake shadow swayed twice in the water, as if wondering why the food it had just hunted suddenly disappeared.

Where Song Shi was originally standing, a burly figure appeared strangely.

He was dripping with water and his paws were white, as if he had just crawled out of the river.

He raised his head slightly, and under the faint moonlight, he revealed a fierce and extremely pale face.

If Song Shi had turned his head earlier just now, he would have recognized this person.

"You are killed by a ghost, Yang Qi +3!"

"You draw power from death and get 2 free attribute point!"

"You will be resurrected in three seconds!"

"The resurrection location has been set, you will be resurrected at the resurrection point!"

"Ding, congratulations on being killed by a new ghost. You meet the incentive conditions. The lottery subsystem is activated. If you eliminate the ghost within the specified time, you will be rewarded with a chance to draw a lottery."

After the system prompts, a 30-day countdown appears.

At the same time, in the northwest courtyard of the Song Family Manor, a person appeared from under the bed out of thin air.

"What happened, who pushed me from behind? Do you have public morality!"

Song Shi cursed secretly, and crawled out from under the bed in a daze.

He touched his throat subconsciously: "Something killed me, so that after I fell into the water, I couldn't even struggle. I just felt cold all over, and I lost consciousness in the blink of an eye."

Fear can't help but grow in his heart. Although he is not afraid of death in a systematic way, he is still afraid of this unknown thing.

"Whatever you are, I'll die a few more times, if you don't believe me, you still can't figure it out."

Song Shi clenched his fists, his body was full of strength, not to mention that he had returned to his peak state, his body energy was much more abundant, and his yang energy reached 19 points.

"How did the yang energy and attribute points obtained this time increase? And what's going on with the lottery subsystem."

Only then did Song Shi notice the rewards given by the system, and when he was puzzled, the system immediately gave an answer.

It turns out that after he dies a certain number of times, for example, when he dies ten times, the reward will have a certain chance to increase. In addition, his own strength and the cause of death will also affect the probability of reward increase.

To put it simply, the cumulative number of deaths, the stronger the strength, the stronger the thing that killed him, and the higher the probability of reward increase.

Three factors together affect rewards, among which strength is the main factor.

This is reasonable. He had thought about deliberately not adding attributes before, and the number of deaths was crazy, but now it seems that there will be restrictions.

As for the lottery subsystem, the system opens a turntable to draw something.

Song Shi hastily opened it and took a look. There were twelve small fan shapes on it, ranging in size from small to large. Half of them were question marks, which meant that the winners of the lottery were unknown.

The remaining half was revealed, making his mouth water.

Xiantian Pill: Increase the probability of becoming a congenital master!

Foundation Establishment Pill: Increase the probability of success when building a foundation.

Nine Suns Divine Kungfu: The top-level yang-attributed martial arts technique, which has a higher chance of becoming innate!

Congenital Pure Yang Gong: First-class Qigong practice, perfect foundation building!

True Yang chain mail: A middle-grade defensive treasure that can resist certain damage.

Gentleman's Sword: A top-grade sword with the power to cut hair and cut hair like mud!

Of the six things, two of them are related to cultivating immortals, especially the two exercises, which made him quite greedy.

If he can get it, he can practice immediately.

"There is no chance to draw a lottery."

Song Shi looked regretful, the lottery chance can't be redeemed with attribute points, it must be done after eliminating the object that caused his death.

This will also limit the number of times he crazily kills to a certain extent.

"You can't have both, attribute points and lucky draw chances must be balanced, and you can't be killed by the same thing too many times, otherwise there is still a risk of exposure. The system also motivates me to eliminate this risk. "

Song Shi was thoughtful, he wanted to go to the river to die every day, sooner or later someone would notice something was wrong.

"Death according to the actual situation, if it is not suitable to continue to die, destroy the thing that killed me!"

Song Shi set a principle, and his eyes fell on the attribute point again.

"I won't add attributes for the time being today, hurry up and die a few more times before talking about it!"

He got up and started walking, ready to go again, when he thought of something, he turned around and found a mask in the locker, changed into a plain black gown, opened the door and left.

"Using a mask to cover my face, even if someone sees me running to die, it will not directly reveal my identity."

Song Shi thought to himself, taking advantage of the night to sneak out.

"Seven young masters."

"Ah."

Meeting some servants and maids along the way, Song Shi didn't say much, and quickly left the Song's Manor and disappeared into the night.

A quarter of an hour later.

By the side door, Da Congming arrives in a carriage.

He looked worried, worried that something would happen to Song Shi.

If something really happened, even if Song Shi deliberately drove him away, he would still be responsible.

"Old Liu, what's the matter? You're listless. Could it be that you're tired of playing with the Seventh Young Master?"

Old Zhao, the head of the guard at the door, saw it and joked.

"Fart, you know I never play with women."

Da Congming retorted with staring eyes, pulled the rein and stopped: "Old Zhao, remember to tell me when the Seventh Young Master comes back later."

"The Seventh Young Master has come back, but he went out again just now. I wonder why you didn't follow."

Old Zhao is short and stocky, with a big face and small eyes, with dark circles under his eyes. He is in his forties and looks honest and honest.

"came back?"

Da Congming shook his head when he heard it: "How is it possible, Blind Zhao, you must have bad eyesight and misread the wrong person. I drove back after I separated from the young master in the south of the city. How could I be slower than him?"

"Tch, who is blind, and I'm not the only one who saw it. I guess you ran to take a shit halfway, so let Seventh Young Master come back first."

Old Zhao curled his lips, but these words made Da Congming break out in a cold sweat.

Did he see a ghost? How could he come back later than the Seventh Young Master who was riding so fast all the way?