Chapter 623 I Leave My Life to You

Chapter 633 I leave my life to you

Having almost lost all his perception, Bai Huaiguang had no other response except the hard touch from his fingertips.

He could only try his best to imitate all the steps the madman took before entering the door, and count silently in his mind.

The knock on the door echoed in the empty scrap area. Except for Bai Huaiguang himself, the "things" in the house could hear it clearly.

At the same time, his other hand was not idle, but he fumbled for the phone in his pocket.

After unlocking the screen with his fingerprint, he opened the memo based on the location in his memory and entered a few words in it:

"Can I come in?"

This is the second step to enter the door, and it is also the most difficult step.

Bai Huaiguang, who has lost the ability to speak, has no ability to make any sound, let alone request to enter the door.

So he can only use the voice translation of the mobile phone to ask on his behalf.

These five simple words are effortless for him at ordinary times, but now his heart is extremely nervous.

Even the palm holding the phone was shaking slightly, but he still tapped on the screen firmly.

Modern people's touch-screen phones have brought a lot of convenience to life, including the habit of typing.

Over time, many people can type out the words they want without looking at the screen without knowing it.

But now that five words have really come to the point of deciding life and death, Bai Huaiguang still keeps worrying that he will type a wrong word.

It took him half a minute to type just five words, but he dared not move his fingers in the air.

He only has one chance to write without regrets.

Once the content of the words is confused or there are typos, he may ruin his life.

He felt that he should not make typos, after all, these words are still relatively commonly used.

But the most difficult step is here, to turn the text into voice.

The input method on Bai Huaiguang's phone was downloaded by himself, and it has a voice-enabled button.

But the position of this button is extremely delicate and small.

You need to select all the text in the memo, and a thin selection bar will appear below the text after long pressing.

Even in this selection bar, if you press and hold to turn back, the voice-activated button is the fourth one on the second page.

It is extremely complicated to say it alone.

What's more, in such a large screen, you can only make choices in such a narrow position.

Even people with vision are likely to make mistakes in normal operations, let alone Bai Huaiguang now.

The time is coming.

At the beginning, there was only about a minute between the madman knocking on the door and asking.

Now Bai Huaiguang must voice the five words "Can I come in?" within ten seconds and play them to the ghosts in the house.

Standing in front of the door, holding the mobile phone screen with both hands, his heart was beating wildly.

He kept preparing himself mentally, keeping his body relaxed, and must not let his fingers tremble at this moment.

His index finger began to press firmly on the screen, without any feedback.

Bai Huaiguang counted silently for two seconds before releasing his finger. He didn't know whether the selection bar appeared, but he still estimated the distance and put his finger down.

The tip of his finger slid gently to the left below the memorized text, and it was released as soon as it was touched.

As a "blind man" who lost his head, he operated the phone entirely by intuition and memory.

Bai Huaiguang's back was soaked with cold sweat. There were no ghosts disturbing him during this period, which meant that his direction of life was correct.

But at the same time, he would die if he made a wrong step.

Did he turn to the second page?

Did he achieve zero false touches?

Did he miss the second page with too much force?

Everything was unknown to Bai Huaiguang, but he had no time to delay.

"The fourth option on the second page... the fourth..."

Bai Huaiguang, who almost never used this function, began to calculate the distance, but he could not figure out the specific location of the fourth option.

Time passed in a flash, and he could already feel the cold and strange wind coming from behind him.

There was no time to think and entangle, Bai Huaiguang simply followed his inner intuition and pressed his finger hard on the screen.

Quiet...

So quiet that Bai Huaiguang's heart stopped beating, the wind around him stopped abruptly, and everything had nothing to do with him.

Nothing, nothing exists.

Bai Huaiguang's way out can be considered reasonable and well-founded, but the biggest loophole is that he doesn't know whether outsiders can enter the door in the same way?

The madman's voice is unique. Is there a standard voice for the steps to open the door?

This is the biggest unknown.

Now that he has lost his hearing, he has no idea whether his phone is playing or not, and whether he has done anything wrong!

Just like that, Bai Huaiguang pressed his right hand on the door panel.

No movement, no change.

He already understood.

The sweat on his back had long been dried by the increasingly sharp cold wind. This headless body was like a scarecrow in the wind and should have lost its life long ago.

He slowly lowered his hand and pressed the backpack across his body, which contained a completely unresponsive sin object.

All previous efforts were wasted, and all the sin objects were useless.

Why is this mission so difficult? Being attacked but not seeing ghosts means that all conventional sin objects are invalid.

Bai Huaiguang lost his spirit, and he knelt in front of the wooden door that he couldn't get in no matter what.

"Sister, I'm still not good enough, I can't go on with you..."

However, at this moment, the wooden door in front of him, which had always been sealed, suddenly retreated an inch, revealing a small gap.

Darkness was projected from inside, shining on Bai Huaiguang's thin and pale body.

This was the darkness he liked best.

…

The sky was extremely dark, and the village was dead silent when night fell.

Ji Li stood with his hands in his sleeves, a sword behind his back, standing in the middle of the courtyard, his long hair flying in the wind, and the starlight illuminated his face.

There was a sound of trotting behind him, and Yu Guofeng looked at the back in awe and said carefully:

"Manager Luo is ready, please follow me, Manager Ji."

Ji Li took a last look at the starry sky and turned quietly.

The east and west rooms in the backyard of the Luo family all opened their doors to connect their sights, and they could see each other at a glance.

Ma Mingyu, Yu Guofeng, and Chen Wei moved three stools and sat at the door of the west room, ready for battle.

Luo Jianjun was lying on the kang in the east room, covered with a quilt and had already fallen asleep.

Luo Xian, with her long hair draped over her chest, clasped her hands in front of her knees, sat on the armchair at the door of the east room, and closed her eyes to rest.

Ji Li was standing alone in the corridor between the two rooms, as if he was an outsider, but also as if he was in the game.

Luo Xian opened her eyes, looked at Ji Li's figure calmly, and smiled faintly:

"Peeping into the future will inevitably attract evil spirits to block the way. The more important the future is, the stronger the attack will be.

Thank you, Manager Ji, and I hope this operation will be successful."

Ji Li did not look at her, but leaned against the wall and said lightly:

"If you can succeed, I will also benefit."

"Then I will hand over my life to Manager Ji."

Luo Xian's eyes were full of Ji Li's figure, and some deep emotions shone in them.

But when she said this, the smile at the corner of her mouth became extremely false and strange for a moment.