Panting, panting violently, like the panting to escape death after a desperate situation.
Shen Lin couldn't imagine everything happening now. Gui Zhu's ability, whether it was the original work or his own experience, could definitely withstand the test. Even in the last Longhu Courtyard incident, Gui Zhu was still strong.
Wang Xiaoming once gave Shen Lin two ghost candles. This was their deal.
Because of the accident at Longhu Courtyard, Shen Lin wasted five-sixths of one of the candles. The burning of ghost candles is different from ordinary candles. It will only be accelerated by ghosts. It can be used as ordinary lighting like a mermaid candle. Burns for a long time.
The faster the ghost candle burns, the more ferocious the ghost in front of him is. Shen Lin once witnessed this in Longhu Courtyard. The ghost hidden in the grass caused the ghost candle to burn instantly.
But now, this ghost candle, with one-sixth left, exploded.
There was no acceleration, no burning, just burst. This is an unimaginable gap.
The green candle had not been completely extinguished after it shattered, and sporadic firelight illuminated everything through the darkness.
The ghostly figures in black robes, the mottled stone steps, and the four people bleeding from their orifices. The scene just now was enough to make the four of them terrified.
Shen Lin barely regained consciousness. He staggered and looked at everything around him. His brain was recovering rapidly and running mechanically.
It was so terrifying that it was unimaginable. The horror level of the ghost in front of him exceeded A level, and may have reached S level. If its rules were not too harsh, Shen Lin and others would have died on the spot.
After taking a look at the broken ghost candle, Shen Lin coughed up a mouthful of blood. His injury was not serious, it was not a physical injury. It was the terror caused from the inside out. He even felt the ghost's wail.
That weird broken wooden stick can suppress the evil ghost, which is simply unbelievable.
He glanced at the time and saw that it was twelve twenty-three. He had been confused for three minutes. If he followed the logic of killing one person in ten minutes, another one of them would be attacked in less than seven minutes.
Shen Lin quickly investigated Xu Fang's situation.
He was still breathing, he was still alive, which made Shen Lin sigh in relief.
It should be that Guizhu helped them stop most of the attacks, and because it couldn't bear it, Guizhu exploded instantly.
Even so, the remaining aftermath almost wiped out all of them in one fell swoop. This ghost was unimaginably terrifying. This was almost a dimensional gap.
"Fuck, Father Bear is still alive." After Xiong Wenwen woke up, he quickly touched himself all over his body, and after realizing that he was fine, he jumped three feet high.
"Shen Lin, we survived, we succeeded!"
Shen Lin shook his head and glanced in the direction of the black-robed ghost.
"Not yet. If we follow the rule of one attack every ten minutes, we will be attacked again in six minutes."
This was a more reasonable estimate. They always had to prepare for the worst. Shen Lin secretly thought of ways to survive in desperate situations.
He still has one ghost candle left, a complete ghost candle. If they are lucky, they can survive the next round of attacks, but what happens after that? Then what? What to do? Relying on luck or means once or twice is not a long-term solution after all.
This ghost has its sights on them, and if they don't find a way, they will die sooner or later.
Xiong Wenwen shivered. He was severely hit by these words. He glanced timidly in the direction of the black-robed ghost and shuddered violently.
Father Bear finally felt the fear of being dominated, his face drooped and he was about to cry in the next second.
"It's over, it's over, you're dead this time, Shen Lin, you loser. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to wade through this muddy water."
Shen Lin didn't even intend to reply to the meaningless insult.
"We have five minutes left. You have two choices, continue to cry, or try to predict the future. That is our only hope."
Xiong Wenwen looked up and finally understood something.
"I have one ghost candle left. With luck, we have fifteen minutes left." Shen Lin said.
That ghost thing is very scary. The ghost candle does not accelerate burning, but directly collapses. Shen Lin guessed that in this case, a whole ghost candle is not much different from one-sixth one.
Xiong Wenwen was stunned. He seemed to understand the meaning behind the words.
"What about bad luck?"
"The ghost candle collapsed. We can't bear the second aftermath attack. We will all die in four minutes. The evil ghosts in our bodies will revive, and this place will completely become a no-go zone for the living."
Shen Lin's face was solemn. This was the worst case scenario and the greatest possibility.
They have already withstood the aftermath of the first attack, which caused them to faint directly, which means that they may not be able to withstand the second time. Even with the protection of Guizhu, they will die, and they will die miserably.
Now they have no retreat and no way forward.
There is no way to go to heaven, and there is no way to go down to earth. This is a dead end.
"I got it." Xiong Wenwen became rarely serious. The passage of time made it urgent. His originally rosy face turned blue with the naked eye, entering a state of predictability.
Shen Lin actually didn't want Xiong Wenwen to do this unless necessary. The first two prefabricated Xiong Wenwen were more or less attacked. Trying again might cause Xiong Wenwen to die unexpectedly, and the evil ghosts in his body revived. They were swarmed by many evil ghosts. Completely fallen.
But now there is no other way. They need to survive in a desperate situation. This is the only way.
It might be a long time in the predicted world, but for Xiong Wenwen, it was just a moment. He returned to the real world out of breath, with a look of fear in his eyes.
"You're right, at twelve thirty, the ghost took action again."
Shen Lin's eyes lit up. This was the first key clue. They could basically determine that this ghost was moving every ten minutes.
So what triggers its pattern? It could be something, it could be an action, it could be something.
No, no, they had circumvented the rules once, so compared to the first time, what exactly was missing from them the second time.
Shen Lin tried to reflect on what he or Xiong Wenwen had done, but with little success.
The results of the first two predictions were different. He was the one who died once, and Xiong Wenwen was the one who died the other time. No one knows who set the rules.
"Who died?" Shen Lin asked.
Xiong Wenwen pursed his lips, heading towards Zhou Bin who had just woken up.
Zhou Bin's originally somewhat confused mind was completely awakened by this scene, his eyes were a little flustered, and he was completely at a loss.
Shen Lin frowned. This was unreasonable. Strictly speaking, Zhou Bin had the strongest life-saving ability among them. A drunkard could make people and even ghosts ignore his presence.
Among the previous predictions, Zhou Bin was not among them. Shen Lin originally guessed that it was the drunkard's ability that protected Zhou Bin, but now it seems that the reality is very different from what he imagined.
Shen Lin took out a ghost candle and put it in Zhou Bin's hand and lit it completely.
"What now?"
Xiong Wenwen nodded, predicting that panic would appear on his face.
"The ghost candle is broken, and we are all dead."
In other words, they only have three minutes left.
Shen Lin touched the ghost on his chest. His bloodthirsty desire was growing. His ghost was about to revive, and his life span was expected to be less than half a month.
Looking at the surrounding space, the ghost staircase showed a tranquility that was very different from the Longhu Courtyard incident, as if it was mocking a few people who were dying.
Shen Lin's face gradually turned fierce. Now that he has reached this point, do he still want to give up? Is there really nothing we can do?
The dark red brilliance of the ghost phase surged, as crazy as ever, and Shen Lin planned to fight to the death.
He asked Xiong Wenwen calmly.
"What happens next?"
Xiong Wenwen's bluish cheeks became more panicked in anticipation.
"You died. You fell on that weird staircase. You didn't even get close."
The dark red light faded, and Shen Lin looked at the mottled steps in front of him with a cold face. Did this ghost take action? The situation was very strange.
If he fell on the ghost stairs, why didn't the thing swallow him? Because the black-robed ghost killed him before the ghost staircase, so the corpse is not within the trigger rules of this ghost?
"Try to stay away. If distance is also one of the necessary triggers, we may avoid it. In the end, we will be very far away in three minutes."
Xiong Wenwen nodded and fell into premonition again.
"No, he died before he could run very far."
Isn't distance the key to triggering? Or is it that the distance they ran in three minutes was still within the normal range of this ghost?
"Shen Lin, let's go, leave me alone, I, I'm dead." Zhou Bin cried with a sad face, and the young man in society completely gave up hope.
Shen Lin was still frowning.
Zhou Bin continued to speak.
"If I die, you still have a chance to escape. It's better than if everyone dies."
Rough words or not, this world is always so realistic.
Of course, Shen Lin didn't have a mother's heart, and he was thinking about not giving up any of his teammates. In the ghost incident, indecision was one of the important factors that led to the ghost controller destroying the team.
He was thinking about a lot. Judging from several predictions, this ghost killed someone every ten minutes.
Wait, kill someone every ten minutes? There was something in Shen Lin's mind that was ready to come out.
Before arriving in Dongchuan City, officials had given him information showing that 36 people died every night in Dongchuan City.
36 per night. If you follow the rule of one every ten minutes, it will only be 6 per hour.
6 hours.
This damn thing is only active for six hours a day!
Is it a fixed six hours? Or a random six hours?
No, analyze it according to normal logic.
The pattern of this ghost is much harsher than imagined, so it cannot be a random six hours.
Based on the time point when they were attacked.
Ten past twelve, twenty past twelve, half past twelve.
Nine pm to three am?
No, that's not right. If it was nine o'clock in the evening, why didn't that ghost attack when they first met in Fengmen Village? They waited for four minutes, which was the hour.
Starting at twelve o'clock?
From twelve o'clock to six o'clock the next day.
If calculated according to twenty-four hours, that is...
It starts at midnight and ends at six o'clock the next day!
