Chapter 129 Money can make the world go round (please subscribe)

Author: The plane that fell into the water

Chapter 129 Money can make the world go round (please subscribe)

This is an old millstone, with nothing on it and a few corners missing around it, as if it had been knocked off by something.

At this moment, a rotten man is grinding numbly, over and over again, without any fatigue.

Even in Sun Xing's eyes, this man was rotten all over, and the flesh on his arms seemed to be shaking with every step he took, with a tendency to fall down.

But the millstone is still turning.

"Guji~Guji~"

The strange sounds were getting closer and closer, and the millstone in the distance brought the rotten man a few steps closer without realizing it.

The sound of grinding fell upon Sun Xing's ears at this moment, almost like a reminder.

"This face is still very young. This guy should have been from the headquarters before."

Zhou Deng narrowed his eyes, stared at the grinding figure and said.

"You can recognize this? It's all terrible."

The figure grinding the mill was rotten all over, half of his face was rotten, and only the bones of his left leg were left. Compared with his thin figure, the millstone with a diameter of more than two meters clearly looked like a huge thing. Sun Xing didn't know it at all.

I know how Zhou Deng saw and determined the identity of this person.

"This guy is wearing an Interpol uniform. There is a sign there. It is the uniform of the oldest group of ghost masters. It is about more than a year ago, which means this guy has been dead for at least a year."

Zhou Deng pointed to the badge on the chest of the rotting figure and said.

"Then according to what you say, he probably broke into this bank and died here. We will soon follow in his footsteps."

Sun Xing frowned. The approaching millstone might have killed the previous ghost master and left him here forever.

If he waited for this thing to get close, he and Zhou Deng would probably follow in the footsteps of a ghost controller who died here.

"Gudong~"

After realizing this situation, Zhou Deng looked at the millstone with horror in his eyes.

You have to stay here grinding the mill after you die? Are you kidding me?

While the two of them were talking.

Paper money suddenly floated in the sky, light and fluttery, like butterflies dancing in the night, and soon it fell all over the yard and covered the bluestone road underfoot.

Sun Xing's heart trembled, he took out the Ghost Compass from behind and dragged it on the palm of his hand.

This time, the two-parted finger on the compass acted as a pointer and did not move around. Instead, it pointed straight to the house behind the millstone. The door there was closed and nothing inside could be seen.

"Is Jin Hong still alive? Is he hiding there? How did he avoid this millstone?"

Sun Xing laughed, but soon frowned.

He couldn't avoid this millstone, at least he didn't see any pattern so far, and the faint pain in his red eyes was undoubtedly a reminder to him that once the millstone got close, the two of them might die.

A sense of crisis has appeared in his heart. If he can't deal with the ghost in front of him, there may be no future for the two of them.

At this moment.

"Guji~Guji~"

In the silent environment, a clear sound of the grindstone turning came from the front.

This sound made the two of them feel their hearts in their throats instantly, and the millstone was getting closer again.

Zhou Deng tensed up and didn't dare to express his anger, for fear that his actions would trigger some pattern.

But the sound of grinding still echoed.

The sound was dull and thick, as if he was doing something very difficult, but the millstone was not turning slowly. Sun Xing was surprised to find that every time the millstone turned, this strange figure would get closer to them.

"Damn it, I can't stand it anymore, the heavens are moving, the earth is moving, the Supreme Lord is about to appear!"

Zhou Deng was sweating profusely and turned his back to Sun Xing. In this quiet environment, he actually started to scream.

"What are you doing? You are a ghost master and you still believe in this stuff?"

Sun Xing frowned, what did he say?

If Taishang Laojun works, what should the ghost controller do?

Unexpectedly.

The next moment.

Zhou Deng's whole body was shaking violently, as if he was shaking something. He even started talking nonsense. Sun Xing listened carefully, and it seemed that he was talking about some obscure runes.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound came, and Sun Xing saw Zhou Deng holding a bamboo tube in his hand, shaking it violently. Soon, a yellow bamboo stick flew out of it and fell to the ground.

"Sign it! It seems I'm fine!"

Zhou Deng was lying on the stone slab, staring at a yellowed bamboo stick on the ground, his face was filled with joy and he almost jumped up.

"What the hell?"

Sun Xing doesn't know why, just cast a lot and everything will be fine?

"Ghost sign, this is my way to deal with evil ghosts. I snatched it from a ghost Taoist last time. Because I snatched this thing from me, the ghost chased me for several stops and I was almost killed by him."

Zhou Deng picked up the yellow bamboo stick on the ground. The top of the bamboo stick was golden and shining, and explained to Sun Xing.

"I chased you for several stops? Is that right? Ghosts still chase people? Can't buses isolate ghosts?"

Sun Xing obviously didn't believe that the bus was a very abnormal ability. The mummy bride was so terrifying that she had to be suppressed even on the bus.

"That thing was eyeing me. He didn't attack me when I was sitting in the car, but as soon as I got off the car, he followed me. Several times I walked to the car door and he followed me, which made me afraid to get out of the car. Finally,

After struggling with him for several days, he finally gave up. That ghost is very evil and I can't explain it."

Zhou Deng recalled that experience and was still frightened.

He is very relaxed now. He has never made any mistakes since he got this ghost lottery.

The signature means that at least he can survive today.

In other words, this millstone cannot hurt him.

But the uneasiness in Sun Xing's heart was still growing. He was not as calm as Zhou Deng. On the contrary, he was worried. As the millstone approached, the sense of crisis became stronger and stronger.

"This lot can only be drawn once a day, how about you draw it too?"

Zhou Deng said.

"Maybe we didn't trigger this ghost's killing pattern. This ghost just approached us unintentionally. We can all survive. Brother Sun, you are stronger than me. Don't panic."

Didn't trigger the killing pattern? Thank you for saying so!

The millstone was clearly meant for the two of them, and the figure grinding the mill was getting closer and closer. Even Sun Xing could smell the smell of rotting corpses that the other party said was very painful.

"Just because you can live doesn't mean that I can live too. Let me also draw a lot."

Sun Xing took the bamboo tube from Zhou Deng's hand. The green and yellow bamboo tube was engraved with many strange and strange runes that he could not understand. It seemed to be something from Taoism.

The bamboo tube and the bamboo stick seem to be very simple, they are two supernatural things.

When his palm came into contact with the bamboo tube, the entire bamboo tube changed color instantly, and a darkness suddenly invaded from the bottom. Soon the entire bamboo tube turned into a dead gray color. Sun Xing closed the bamboo cover and imitated Zhou Deng.

Putting the bamboo tube in the palm of his hand, it shook violently.

"Click! Clap! Crack."

Like a heavy rainstorm and frost hitting an eggplant, a small bamboo tube was shaken by Sun Xing, making the sound of gold and stone. The sound was so loud that Zhou Deng closed his eyes.

"Stop, stop, stop! Just be gentle, just a moment will do."

Sun Xing then stopped what he was doing, opened the bamboo cover, and a bamboo stick flew out of thin air and landed on the ground.

Different from Zhou Deng's previous bamboo stick, the bamboo stick that Sun Xing shook seemed to have been eroded by ink. It was extremely dark, exuding weirdness and ominousness.

"Put it down! Danger! Damn it."

Zhou Deng took one look and immediately exclaimed.

"Danger, what does it mean? Danger still means."

Sun Xing glanced at the grinding figure and felt a warning sign in his heart.

"This thing is a very euphemistic way of saying it. The top sign can only guarantee that you will not die, but it does not guarantee that there will be no danger. Usually, the bottom sign means death."

Zhou Deng's pupils widened and he spoke tremblingly.

He is not the only one who has used this ghost lottery. In my impression, he died on the day he signed the lottery and did not survive the next day.

This is the rule he came up with.

"Am I going to die?"

Sun Xing looked at the old yellow paper on the ground and asked suddenly.
To be continued...