"I am a person who prefers gambling."
"So people always call me gambler, and I like this title very much."
"Of course, my bet is always my life, because this is the only thing I can take out."
"After all, being weak is the original sin."
"Now, between you and me, you are the weakest."
"So you are the one who needs to bet your life on whether I will kill you after everything is said."
Wang Ye's expression was a little cold, he looked at Luo Ping without any emotion and said.
Luo Ping didn't hesitate for even a second and nodded decisively: "I said it!"
"According to the genealogy records of our Luo family, it can be traced back to 300 years ago, and we have been making a living by chasing corpses."
"Later, after dealing with corpses all year round, our Luo family developed a method of corpse training, which has a certain status in the world."
"During the Eternal Night, in order to protect the human race, my great-grandfather and my grandfather all sacrificed their lives."
"That's why our Luo family was listed as a heroic family by Tianzhu. These were appointed by Li Xinghe!"
Listening to Luo Ping's words, Wang Ye thought.
Driving corpses, refining corpses...
Is this a method that existed before Eternal Night?
Sure enough, supernatural powers have always existed, but the eternal night just brought an opportunity for it to explode.
"What is the half-king level?"
Luo Ping's words confirmed Wang Ye's guess.
At this time, Luo Ping's face was full of that flattering look: "The family tree records that our ancestors divided ghosts into different levels."
"Soldier level, general level, king level, emperor level."
Listening to the classification of ghosts, Wang Ye recalled all the ghosts he had come into contact with.
"The most basic ones, those who are ignorant and only know how to kill blindly, should be soldier-level ghosts."
"The general level should belong to the ghost realm with a certain level of strength, and perhaps a certain amount of intelligence."
"If Lin'an's broken body is half-king-level, that means he is a complete king-level ghost."
"But...no, this level is incomplete!"
"There are definitely deeper ghosts in the depths of the wasteland. If the Emperor is the top, what level will that severed hand be at? If the severed hand gathers the entire body, what level will it be at!"
Wang Ye calmed down, looked at Luo Ping and continued to ask: "Where's the back? No more?"
"There should be, but the family tree is incomplete and the subsequent records have disappeared." Luo Ping said nervously.
Nodding, Wang Ye stood up and took a subtle look at Xiaosi.
I don’t know what level of existence Xiaosi belongs to.
But that wooden sign of life and death should only be the lowest level soldier. Xiaosi can blow it up, so he is at least a high-level general.
It's just that her strength is sealed, so you can't see much.
"Can I... survive?"
Luo Ping looked at Wang Ye with hope at this time.
"Congratulations, you lost the bet."
As the voice fell, the ghost knife in Wang Ye's hand drew a cold arc, and Luo Ping's head fell to the ground.
When he was dying, he still looked forward to it.
"I'll teach you another lesson. The prerequisite for gambling is that you have the chips to put the table on the table. Even if you are not qualified to lift the table, you can at least give people a headache."
"Otherwise, it's just a so-called joke."
The ground was filled with blood.
The one who died this time should be Luo Ping himself.
When the last clone died, although there was subconscious fear, he was not too panicked. It was obvious that he knew that he was a clone and it didn't matter whether he died or not.
But this...
The desire to survive is too strong.
"It's just a pity that the hero's blood has been stained."
With regret, Wang Ye took Xiaosi and Xiaowu away.
There was just a trace of confusion in Xiao Wu's eyes.
But considering her trust in her elder brother, she held back her words.
Big brother must know such a simple thing, he is just teasing this guy, well, that must be it!
…
As Wang Ye and others left, Luo Ping's blood slowly flowed along the ground to around the coffin, and was finally sucked in by a suction force.
Luo Ping's body gradually became dry from being full, and finally became a mummy.
The coffin began to shake at a very low frequency.
I don't know how long it took, but a headless figure entered the torture chamber from the corridor. He walked stiffly towards the head that was hung up by the hemp rope, took it off the hemp rope, and placed it on his neck. superior.
It's just that it's placed a little backwards, with the face facing towards the back.
He put his hands on his head and turned it vigorously, until it was intact as before.
The man glanced at the coffin silently, turned and left.
The frequency of the coffin shaking increased a bit, and the bronze nails on it could be faintly seen rising slightly.
…
Returning to the building, the entire main hall was empty, leaving only the blood-filled walls and the weird lines on the ground.
Wang Ye always felt that the lines were vaguely familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen them before. Finally, he took out his mobile phone, took two photos of the ground, and turned around to leave.
At this time, the doors of the four buildings were all open. Obviously, except for the two that Wang Ye entered, the other two were already occupied.
Wang Ye did not give up and turned around to enter the third building.
In this building, there were corpses on the ground in the main hall, but the corpses wearing monk robes were obviously the most numerous among them.
There is a high wall in the main hall, with a Tai Chi diagram composed of two yin and yang fishes painted on the wall.
It's just that the eyes of two of the fish seemed to have been taken away.
What's even more exaggerated than the previous two buildings is that even the floor tiles in this building have been dug out, leaving the site in a mess.
The secret door leading to the basement has also been opened.
Walking into the long corridor, at the end is a Zen room that looks very simple.
There is a futon in the middle of the Zen room. On the futon, an old Taoist has his eyes closed and seems to be meditating. He looks like a living person, but there is no sound of breathing.
There was an incense burner stored on the incense table nearby, and wisps of incense were being emitted. For some reason, no one had taken it away.
The Zen room was filled with an aura of tranquility and serenity, as if there was no danger at all.
But the corpses in twos and threes on the ground seemed to be telling something silently.
perhaps...
This place is even more terrifying.
The old Taoist still held a whisk in his hand, and on the handle of the whisk hung a dark blue Yin-Yang jade pendant.
Obviously, this whisk is not simple.
Wang Ye was moved.
"Xiao Wu, tell me what will happen if I go to get this whisk."
After thinking about it, Wang Ye looked at Xiao Wu and asked.
Xiao Wu's expression became unusually serious at this time. He looked at Wang Ye and said solemnly: "You must die!"
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I really can't add it anymore... When I wrote the last chapter, I felt like I was going to die at any moment. I will resume the third update tomorrow, I need to slow down. It’s May Day soon, you guys have a holiday, I’m working overtime, it’s bitter. Please give me a reminder and reward! I tried my best...
