Yang Jian felt that Li Yang had walked out of Ghost Shadow's coverage range and imdiately retracted Ghost Shadow.
Now, he had to face an even more dangerous ordeal.
That was guarding this coffin, preventing the revival of the elderly man inside. If he revived prematurely, not only would they fail to last until the seventh day, but the ssage delivery mission would also fail.
"Be careful. His body has been invaded by a ghost."
The group stared at the ghost handler kneeling on the ground and vomiting blood, their expressions changing drastically.
Because the amount of blood he was vomiting far exceeded what a normal human would have, and beyond that, his body was visibly growing gaunt and emaciated. Mixed among the vomit was his own blood.
This man was transforming into a desiccated corpse at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Moreover, there seed to be sothing writhing within the blood he vomited.
"There's no saving him. He's been corroded too deeply."
Yang Jian sprang into action, driving the cracked spear in his hand straight into the ghost handler's body.
The Coffin Nail's suppression remained overwhelmingly potent, almost insurmountable.
The ghost handler, who was transforming into a dry corpse, imdiately widened his eyes and froze.
He stopped vomiting blood, but then died instantly.
The Coffin Nail suppressed the ghost within him, stripping him of his supernatural power and rendering him incapable of maintaining his living state.
Yang Jian didn't let the ghost handler keep possession of the Coffin Nail but instead flung the corpse out through the open rear door.
Though a ghost might still revive outside, as long as the rules of its killing pattern weren't triggered, the ghost wouldn't necessarily focus on their group. And even if it did, that would be a problem for later; the urgent issue needed addressing now.
"Bang!"
Eagle fired his old, worn-out gun.
He had seen a blurry silhouette erge from the darkness in front of the corridor.
But the shot only forced the silhouette to retreat several ters. Less than ten seconds later, the indistinct shadow reappeared.
Eagle's face darkened. He had no choice but to fire repeatedly, emptying the old handgun in his hand to buy ti.
Wang Feng said nothing as he sat by the rear door and took out two dice seemingly carved from bone—one black and one red. Aside from their unusual colors, they looked just like regular dice.
The mont the two dice were displayed, the eerie disturbances outside instantly quieted down.
"If you want to co in, you'll have to follow the rules of this horrifying ga. Let's play. Gamble against . If you win, I die, and you co in. If you lose, you leave."
As the fourth-floor ssenger, Wang Feng had another supernatural item besides the bloodstained wooden mallet that had been taken from him—these Ghost Dice.
He retrieved them during a ssage delivery task on the third floor.
To acquire them, he gambled three rounds against a ghost and won them all.
The thrill of that mont still lingered vividly in his mory.
But today, he felt he could no longer afford to hold back; this item had to be used: "Da Qiang, if I lose and die, you take over. If you die, then Eagle takes over… Once this ga starts, it cannot be stopped. Otherwise, the rear door will imdiately spiral out of control."
The ghost handler nad Da Qiang's expression shifted, but he didn't refuse.
At this mont.
A black die, influenced by so supernatural force, tilted eerily before beginning to spin. It spun faster and faster, its montum building endlessly. The black die representing the ghost started rolling.
After countless revolutions, it finally stopped, rolling several tis on the ground before revealing its outco.
A bright red dot ca into view.
One point.
Wang Feng let out a subtle sigh of relief upon seeing this. It seed this ghost was very unlucky, rolling only a single point.
"My turn." He picked up the red die.
On the red die, the points were black, while on the black die, the points were red.
The two dice were connected, cursed, forming this deadly ga between humans and ghosts.
And once the ga began, it couldn't be easily ended.
Though ghosts could leave the ga, humans could not. If they attempted to leave, they'd be killed by the ghost.
Thus.
For Wang Feng to survive, he had to keep the ga going.
"During the ga, I'm safe."
He took a deep breath, silently counting out ten seconds before tossing the red die onto the ground.
Ten seconds.
The maximum ti a ghost could wait. If Wang Feng hesitated to throw the die for longer than ten seconds, every second after that would increase the ghost's chances of breaking free from the ga's rules and killing him.
So whether in-ga or out of the ga, humans were always at a disadvantage.
After all, ghosts had the option to overturn the board, though he doubted they'd do so.
The red die spun rapidly, its path chaotic. Despite being thrown forward, it defied logic by rolling backward.
Soon.
The result appeared: Three.
Three points.
Not high, not low—an average result.
Without a doubt, Wang Feng won the first round.
The pair of weathered black cloth shoes resting on the threshold of the rear door moved, retreating back from the building's interior. But they didn't go far, stopping re ters outside.
"This ghost is too horrifying. Winning a single round only pushed it back by five ters." Wang Feng's heart skipped a beat.
In the past, winning a round ant the ghost would stay away for at least ten minutes.
But there was no ti for contemplation.
The black die began spinning again.
Another ghost was now joining the ga. Though its form was invisible, its presence could be confird—it stood right outside the door.
The black die quickly stopped, revealing a result: Four. .
Wang Feng's face paled. This number carried heavy pressure. With the dice showing values from one to six, four was already a high roll.
To win, he'd have to roll either five or six.
If he rolled four as well, it would result in a tie, aning another round would be necessary until a winner erged.
This was what made the Ghost Dice so frightening.
Clenching his teeth, Wang Feng picked up the red die from the ground. Following the usual ritual, he gripped it tightly for ten seconds.
He didn't dare risk exceeding the ti limit by even a second, imdiately tossing the die after counting down.
The red die rolled across the floor in a bizarre trajectory, breaking all semblance of logic. He threw it forward, yet it rolled backward.
Soon enough.
The number appeared: Four.
"A tie..." Wang Feng broke out in a cold sweat, his heart clenching with anxiety.
The ga against the ghost hadn't ended.
After the tie, the black die representing the ghost began spinning again...
"One loss, and it's over—you're dead."
Yang Xiaohua was gripping a red balloon tightly, her face pale and tense as she watched the deadly dice ga unfold.
"The fourth-floor ssenger does have so tricks." Yang Jian watched the scene and made an assessnt.
Wang Feng had temporarily held back the pressure at the rear door, dragging the invading ghost into a supernatural ga to buy ti and suppress the ghostly activity.
But the ga wouldn't last long.
"If you can't use the ghost's powers, go play this ga at the back door. If soone dies on my end, send another to take their place. Rotate out one by one, and when all of the four ssengers on my side are dead, you'll probably be finished too," Yang Jian said.
"Alright."
Fan Xing and the others' faces shifted, but they gritted their teeth and agreed without objection.
This arrangent was fair.
Everyone rotated, leaving their lives to fate.
Yang Jian's approach left little room for reproach.
"Is it here already?" Yang Jian's expression hardened suddenly as he turned toward the main hall.
Ghost Shadow spread across the floor, triggering its dium.
He saw a pale, skeletal corpse without clothing. Its long face was chilling, and its twig-like arms seed horrifyingly thin—essentially skin stretched over bone.
Yang Jian scrutinized the dium, his face icy, and brought down the Firewood Knife in his hand imdiately.
The slash cleaved the ghost cleanly into two.
"Aah!"
Another horrible screech broke out—a high-pitched sound almost like that of a woman.
The ghost had been dismbered.
But the next mont.
The curse flared.
A fracture split Yang Jian's waist, severing him in two, with no chance of quick recovery.
However, he had no intention of recovering anyti soon.
That was why he chose to be cut at the waist. Even if he were truly severed, it wouldn't hinder his subsequent actions.
The ghost, however, was different.
Once dismbered by the Firewood Knife, the ghost entered a temporary phase of suppression. It would gradually revive, searching for its "pieces." Restoring itself to its state before being cut down would take at least one hour, if not longer.
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