Chapter 69 The Broken Monument
Just like this, one person and one ghost took turns to draw the bone lot. I don’t know how long it took, and I don’t know whether it was luck or misfortune. The originally full bucket of bone lot was drawn, and now only the remaining Got ten.
Looking at the piles of bone markers on the stone platform, Wen Zhong seemed to have a normal expression, but he had a very bad feeling in his heart.
Now it was his turn to draw lots.
The Li Gui on the opposite side has been drawing five bone lottery sticks from the lottery tube from the beginning to now. Wen Zhong's safest and most risky method now is to draw five bone lottery sticks in the same way.
If he doesn't get the black draw, it's 100% his victory.
But will things be so simple?
Wen Zhong took a deep breath and slowly pulled out a bone stick from the tube.
As expected, he did not win.
At this moment, a bold thought flashed through Wen Zhong's mind: "It seems that this game is not a competition of luck. Otherwise, it would be impossible to not draw a black lottery for so long. So the last one in the lottery tube is It should be a black sign.”
At this time, it was the ghost hand's turn to draw the bone dice, and he still drew five. Now there are only four bone dice left in the tube.
This game is not difficult. As long as you understand the rules, you can easily win. However, most people will be confused by the rules and think that this is a game of luck. In fact, it has nothing to do with luck.
"It seems that this time the draw is the last one." Without waiting for the prompting from the lot, Wen Zhong reached out and pulled out three bone lots from the lot. Of course, he did not win the black lot.
There is only one bone lottery left in the lottery tube. Once the ghost takes it away, the game will be over.
However, to his surprise, Li Gui had no intention of drawing the last bone lottery. It just stayed there quietly, ignoring the urging of the lottery tube.
In the end, the only bone stick left in the stick was instantly shot out and stabbed the ghost hand's wrist. A drop of thick black blood slowly flowed into the stone bowl along the bone stick.
"What!" Wen Zhong looked solemn, his bad premonition came true, and the bone lottery on the table returned to the tube with a clatter, and this weird game started again.
The lottery tube tilted slightly towards him, as if urging him to start a new round of the game as soon as possible.
Wen Zhong looked ugly, just as he thought at first, this was an unfair game.
Even if he can win every time, relying on a bone stick to draw the ghost's blood to fill the stone bowl is tantamount to fantasy, but if he deliberately loses the game, the blood will be enough. It is estimated that his life is also lost.
There must be some rules in this game that he hasn't noticed yet.
Thinking like this, Wen Zhong took out a bone lottery...
Time passed by minute by second, and seeing that the second round of drawing was about to come to an end, the lottery was at this moment There are only ten bone lots left, and this time it's the ghost hand's turn to draw the lots.
I saw that the other party was still calmly pulling out five bone lottery sticks. After confirming that they were correct, the lottery tube tilted towards Wen Zhong again countless times. As expected, Wen Zhong would win again this time. ".
“This game is very interesting. The rules are full of loopholes. To be honest, any game a three-year-old kid can think of is fairer than yours. But it doesn’t matter. This is the last game.”
Wen Zhong took out a bone lottery from the lottery tube with a calm expression, and then it was Li Gui's turn to draw the lottery.
I saw the ghost hand raised slightly, and the number of sticks it grabbed was...three. This means that as long as it grabs it firmly, Wen Zhong will lose in this game. No, Wen Zhong can also use the rules. There is a loophole to circumvent the draw, but then the game will restart again.
“It’s over.”
Li Gui has already pinched three bone sticks in the tube. Just when it is about to pull out the bone sticks, Wen Zhong He quickly reached out and pinched the last bone stick in the tube, and almost synchronized with Li Gui's extraction movement, he pulled out the last bone stick.
The lottery tube has no bone lottery anymore. It is the ghost's turn now. The lottery tube determines that the black lottery is drawn...
"Of course it's this ghost hand."
The ghost hand didn't struggle or resist, it just stayed in place quietly. After a while, the whole ghost hand was covered with bone tags, and the thick black blood was very Fill the stone bowl quickly.
"The rules of this game are not strict, and it itself is not difficult at all." Wen Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, and the next step was to deal with the stone tablet.
The blue-purple ghost hand has disappeared, as has the box of bone picks, and the stone bowl filled with black blood has disappeared into the stone platform.
Under Wen Zhong's gaze, there was a sound of bones breaking in the stone platform, and then the entire stone platform began to sink slowly.
Just then, a gust of dark wind blew, and under the blowing of the yellow sand in the sky, a dark cave was revealed above the altar. There was a broken stone tablet standing in the cave. It was impossible to tell what the material was, only the surface of the tablet was visible. There were two words carved in blood.
"Qingyuan."
Wen Zhong looked at the broken monument and unconsciously read these two words. According to the radio, the so-called way to survive was to destroy the broken monument. If it breaks, this ghost forest can return to where it belongs.
But if Wen Zhong really does what he does, then he is the biggest fool in Tianzihao, the kind of person who cannot be saved even with his brain and Birkin.
Wen Zhong groped for a while towards the remnant stele, and a biting coolness ran down his arm. The cold made him shiver, which made Wen Zhong marvel.
Although his ghost hand has been absorbed by the ghost corpse like a puzzle piece, some of its characteristics are still there. This severe cold can actually ignore his ghost hand and corrode his body, which shows that the ruined monument in front of him is absolutely extraordinary.
And Wen Zhong made another discovery.
There seems to be something underneath this broken monument.
"Is the purpose of this radio to release the things suppressed underneath?" Wen Zhong's eyes flashed. He could think of something that could be suppressed with such a broken monument, and it was absolutely terrifying with his buttocks.
It’s just that he is still wondering what the relationship between this radio and this ghost forest is. It can be said that it was an accident that he was dragged into this ghost forest. This weird radio cannot be connected to this ghost forest. You can count every step.
"No, maybe there is no relationship between them at all." Wen Zhong looked at his arm. Although it was still bloodless, it was no longer the real ghost hand. "Jigsaw, it wants to remove the evil ghost under this broken monument." Think of it as a puzzle piece for that ghost corpse."
Thinking of this, Wen Zhong couldn't help but sigh. This is how it feels to be controlled by others.
He put his hand on the broken monument. After a moment, he made up his mind. He would never destroy the broken monument unless he had to, but he would try to use another way to solve the problem. A supernatural event.
As long as everything goes well.
"Then try and see what will happen if you pull out this broken monument." Thinking of this, a crazy look flashed across Wen Zhong's face. (End of chapter)