Chapter 474 Three Prophecies, Three Trump Cards

The light of the car's taillight stretched Yu Guo's back very long, and he lowered his head slightly.

What surrounds my ears is the roar of the strong wind, the rustling of the leaves, and the flapping of the wings of the flying birds.

The words left for Ji Li were thrown into the driver's seat along with the recorder.

Raising his left hand slightly, the black book with no word cover was blown open by the wind, and the blank paper was waiting for writing by a living person.

Yu Guo took a deep breath, slowly sat cross-legged on the floor, and took out a ballpoint pen from his backpack.

There was a little starlight in his eyes, holding a pen and paper, thinking about what kind of prophecy he should write down to save lives.

Evil is the root of evil, and the effect is unique. Prophecies come true and the future is written.

Regular use requires an eight-hour cooldown, but when the user is truly at the end of his rope, he has a more desperate use.

That is to write three prophecies at once and force them to be activated at the cost of overdrafting their lives!

And such an approach, even if Yu Guo can find a glimmer of hope, will turn him into a half-man, half-ghost, and lose his ability to think for two hours.

This approach is simply gambling on life.

Betting on those three prophecies will not only save his life, but also ensure that he will not be attacked by ghosts in the next two hours.

Yu Guo stared ahead, his brain running continuously. He had to think of a perfect prophecy to avoid this death disaster within ten minutes.

Three prophecies, each of which must not exceed twenty words. Under the current extreme environment, he must write a flawless logical chain as soon as possible.

This level of difficulty would be too high for anyone else!

Time passes minute by minute, whether the living person is willing or not.

There were only the last two minutes left before the third murderous sighting.

In the biting wind, Yu Guo looked solemn, and finally stopped hesitating and wrote a line on the first blank page.

Then, he turned to the second and third pages and left a paragraph on each.

Write with no regrets.

Looking at the ink marks that were quickly dried by the wind on the white paper, Yu Guo suddenly closed the object, smiled sadly, and looked up at the sky.

Whether it's life or death, just look at these three sentences.

…

At 1:43 on November 29, the two figures who had been chasing each other for a long time finally arrived in the woods on Jiangbin Avenue.

Huang Banxian, who was hidden in the darkness, looked at the figure sitting cross-legged in the middle of the avenue, his eyes shining.

"You are a man who dares to be alone and wait for ghosts to arrive in a desperate situation.

Your Taoist master will secretly help you this time! "

Huang Banxian pushed Clyde, who was watching the show next to him, to clear a small area in front of him.

He threw off his huge sleeves and swept the land in front of him, taking out things one by one from the bag.

A star compass, a large piece of yellowed kraft paper, a palm-sized incense burner, and two scarecrows.

After placing these, Huang Banxian also sat on the floor, took out the yellow paper and began to draw the talismans.

Clay knew Huang Banxian's abilities, but it was rare to see him engage in such a big battle with such solemnity, so he asked in confusion:

"Fengjiao, is this necessary?

If we really want to save him, can't we just use the crime objects to help him survive? "

Huang Banxian didn't even raise his head. He drew talismans with his left hand, pinched his fingers with his right hand, and muttered:

“No, no, this ghost is very special.

The result of my mental calculation is that this trip has only a 1% chance of success. Even if I use all the means, I have to borrow some luck. "

Clay's eyes widened when he heard this, and he subconsciously put his hand in his pocket:

"Yu Guo, plus you and me, there is only a one percent chance of holding on?"

Huang Banxian sighed, his goatee blowing a little crookedly in the wind, and raised his head solemnly:

“This time, I will take action first, and if you can’t help it, I won’t.

Yu Guo was supposed to die. If we intervene, we may be contaminated by the cause and effect, and this disaster will also affect us. "

Thinking of this, Huang Banxian also lowered his head sadly.

He placed nine yellow talismans on the kraft paper, and finally gritted his teeth and took out a dark purple talisman.

A pair of small eyes stared closely at the figure waiting for the ghost not far below, and said word by word:

"Helping him is also helping ourselves. If we can't survive this, it will be difficult for us to survive this mission."

…

Tick ​​tock, tick tock, tick tock...

In the quiet environment, Yu Guo could hear the hands on the watch turning little by little. He stroked the wedding ring on his ring finger and waited quietly.

And at one point his eyelids twitched.

He suddenly stood up from the ground and stared straight ahead.

coming!

As far as the eye can see, there is a chaotic darkness, and the endless road stretches straight to the horizon.

But there was nothing there, Yu Guo's heart was beating wildly, and the palm of his hand pressing on the script was trembling slightly.

Telepathically, he turned his head suddenly and saw a child who only reached his calf, using his hands to grab the hem of his clothes.

That child…

No, it should be the ghost boy.

It was looking at Yu Guo with its pure white eyes without pupils, and finally slowly stretched its hand under his clothes.

A burst of biting coldness made Yu Guo truly feel that his soul was out of body and his vitality as a human being was draining away.

He couldn't bear the pain, so his stiff body that could still move took two steps back, and at the same time he opened the first page of the script.

In the light of the car's taillights, the first prediction came true at this moment!

"When a ghost approaches, a car brings outsiders to lure the ghost away."

At the same moment when this sentence was spoken, a bright car light suddenly lit up in the distance, accompanied by the roar of the machine.

When everything came true, the car came in with a roar and stopped immediately.

A bald man kicked open the car door and got out of the car, cursing and shouting:

"Damn it, you parked your car on the side of the road in the middle of the night, are you sick?"

Yu Guo's body was already stiff. The cost of triggering the script was extremely high. He no longer had much thinking ability and could only glance at the bald man.

Watching the bald man approaching step by step, he clearly felt that his vitality was still draining away, and his soul was being sucked away from his head.

The first prophecy, invalid!

And the ghost child in front of him, it had stuffed both hands into Yu Guo's clothes, and was pressing his cold hands against his chest.

...

In another secret battle outside the main battlefield, Huang Banxian put his hands together, with a yellow talisman in the middle.

He closed his eyes and kept chanting, but the cold sweat on his forehead became more and more, and his body began to tremble violently.

Clay's eyes were filled with anxiety. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew that Yu Guo was on the verge of death.

The incense stick in the incense burner in front of the two of them burned half of it in the blink of an eye!

Until the yellow talisman in Huang Banxian's hand completely turned into ashes, a line of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it off.

With a fierce look on his face, he grabbed all the remaining yellow talismans on the kraft paper, rolled them into a ball and threw them into the incense burner, and set them on fire.

...

The wind sounded again, and Yu Guo endured the pain of death and struggled to tear off the first page of the script.

The second prophecy appeared, and the words on it were:

"Later people took me away, dragged me to see ghosts three times"

The bald man finally saw that Yu Guo was abnormal, and he made an incredible move in a flash.

He actually picked up Yu Guo's almost completely stiff body by the waist and threw it into the co-pilot, then jumped into the car and stepped on the accelerator to escape quickly.

When Yu Guo was in the car, he finally had a chance to breathe, and the chill that had penetrated his bones in his body also subsided.

This discovery made him overjoyed. It seemed that the ghost child really ignored the sin object, but if the sin object could work on the clerk, it would really be true.

And when the third ghost sighting happened, if someone could forcibly rescue the victim and escape from the first crime scene, it would really save his life.

…

"What's wrong, Fengjiao, can you do it!"

Seeing that Yu Guo was taken away by a stranger who suddenly arrived, Clay turned his head and looked at Huang Banxian.

However, just as he said this, he heard a "bang".

The sin object in the incense burner in front of him suddenly exploded.

A large amount of incense ash was scattered, and all the yellow paper talismans that had not been burned were invalidated.

Huang Banxian fell backwards as if hit hard, and yelled:

"Eight ghost-exorcising talismans are useless. That ghost...

That ghost ignores sinful things!!!"

...

Huang Banxian's roar could not reach Yu Guo's ears. He was still in the car moving fast, rejoicing that he had found a way to solve the unsolvable murder.

But he had just taken a breath, and the hair on the back of his neck stood up again.

A hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back suddenly.

As Yu Guo looked back in horror, the gray face of the ghost child was pressed against his eyelashes.

"Ah!!"

In the constant stimulation of relaxation and relaxation, the irreversible death was vented by Yu Guo's unwilling roar.

In his backward head, a pale palm began to squeeze out from his throat slowly.

And in Yu Guo's sight, the ring finger of that hand was wearing a silver wedding ring!

Terror, death, palm, wedding ring...

Yu Guo tore his right hand fiercely in madness, and his eyes full of hatred reflected the horrible face of the ghost boy.

The last prophecy, the last trump card, finally appeared:

"Fate swaps, outsiders die instead"

I will never be a ghost who breaks the chapter, I will see enough at once