The power of Dice 6 can be said to be very strong.

As long as it is rolled to 6, the evil spirit will be GG on the spot.

However, it takes a bit of luck.

Unfortunately......

Envelopes weren't so lucky.

It shook to a 1......

According to the information given by Mrs. Senna when Du Wei got the dice, something unknown would happen when it was rolled to 1, but the user basically died mysteriously.

The envelope was silent......

【Grass! How could the luck of my envelope be so bad? 】

[I want 6! 】

As soon as the two lines of text appeared, the envelope turned into ashes on the spot in front of the evil spirits that appeared.

Suddenly.

Even the fog froze.

The evil spirits also seemed to be confused, all of them with their rotting arms outstretched, and they stood in the fog in a daze.

On the ground.

A pile of ashes was blown by the wind and raised high.

The dice and two clown cards fell into the dust, and everything looked very awkward.

Can be immediately followed.

The envelope, which turned into ashes, floated out of the ashes again.

It is resurrected again.

And, another dice were played.

[I don't believe it, give me 6!] I want 6! I want 6! 】

The spirits' goal is restored, and they rush to the envelope again.

And this time.

The dice kept spinning, and under the longing gaze of the envelope, they finally crossed 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.

Until 6 o'clock.

As if exhausted, it was back to the number 5.

That is, at the same time that the numbers are determined.

The surrounding fog was immediately frozen, and those evil spirits were also stopped by a strange force when they were about to touch the envelope.

When it reaches 5, the evil spirit will stop attacking, but the next attack will be even more terrifying.

To put it simply.

It is to amplify the power of evil spirits.

Double the pleasure......

Envelop:......

Lines of text appear on the paper.

[The evil spirits in the tunnel, it is impossible to calculate the exact number, and these ghost things do not seem to be evil spirits, but more like some kind of created existence. 】

[About thousands.] 】

[Thousands of evil spirits are doubled, and the clown card may not have any effect, after all, it is not used by the owner himself. 】

[I still don't believe in the envelope, I'm going to bet again, I must shake it to 6.] 】

The dice shook again.

……

A few minutes of time.

The envelope seems to have been affected by the dice.

It's like a gambling dog, constantly longing for the number 6.

Roll the dice again and again.

Most of them are 1.

The small number is 5, 2, 3.

The worst number 4 has not been shaken out once.

It can be said that it is very uncomfortable.

Why is this happening? 】

[The luck of my envelope, how is it worse than the master. 】

[Could it be that this is why I am not as good as the dark shadow?] 】

[O God...... I just want a 6! 】

The envelopes all collapsed.

The surrounding evil spirits were still within its acceptable range just now, but now, they have all developed in some uncontrollable direction.

Every time it is shaken to 5, it is a reinforcement of the evil spirit.

Super Double ......

The main thing is that the envelope found that the dice no longer affected those evil spirits.

The last time it was shaken to 5.

The evil spirits were strengthened again, but none of them stopped.

Tear ......

A rotting hand grabbed the envelope and tore it off in a raw piece.

Envelopes fled frantically with clown cards and dice.

[Ah...... If you are going to die, you are going to die, the master envelope is your most loyal lackey! 】

[Master save me!] 】

It's just that it can't speak, it can only be expressed in the form of words.

There is no such thing as a voice, and its owner, Du Wei, cannot hear it.

How arrogant it was when it came.

How embarrassed it was when I fled.

When the envelope burst out of the tunnel, it was almost torn to shreds and mutilated.

But at this moment.

Suddenly......

In the front position, a man in a black priest's uniform with a cold face appeared.

It was its owner, Du Wei.

Envelope ecstasy.

[Master, master, I am an envelope! There are so many evil spirits in the back, this place is too terrifying. 】

However, what surprised it was.

As soon as Du Wei took a step towards it, his face immediately changed, and he turned his head and ran without hesitation.

【Master?? Don't go! 】

The envelope immediately chased after it.

The black mist behind spread like a flood.

In the mist, there were countless pairs of rotting arms.

The evil spirits seem to be able to move only in the fog.

The envelope kept chasing after Du Wei.

Gradually, however, it noticed something was wrong.

[Why didn't the master speak?] He's been running, and he doesn't scold me anymore, it's not like the master's style......]

[Something is wrong......

[This owner has no contact with my envelope, and the deed of sale I signed was not signed with him. 】

It's just that when the envelope comes to mind.

It found that there was no way ahead.

was brought into the corner by another fake Du Wei.

Damn imposters. 】

The envelope trembled with anger, and the clown card representing the wish immediately hovered beside it.

[I envelope and make a wish to let this impostor die.] 】

As for going out.

The envelope doesn't have that idea, as long as its essence is not released, it can always be resurrected.

But the wish has not yet been launched.

A pale palm stretched out and slowly took the clown card.

"You've disappointed me."

Du Wei's cold voice rang out.

Envelope instinctive fear: [Master, why did you come down, shouldn't you be waiting for the envelope message on it?] 】

Du Wei glanced at it and said indifferently: "Because I found something very interesting, that balance seems to be related to the Seventy-two Pillars of Solomon's Demon God. ”

The envelope trembled slightly, and it found that on the back of Du Wei's right hand, the pattern of the pointer exuded a strange aura, and the pointer on it was turning.

This has never happened before.

[Master, your state seems to be a little wrong, according to your character, you shouldn't come down. 】

Du Wei nodded: "That's true, but I saw some pictures, and I can't help but come down." ”

After speaking.

He turned his head to look behind him.

The black mist had spread.

At this moment.

Du Wei stood in front of the envelope, his eyes were still calm, and he was not panicked at all.

The envelope behind him was about to cry.

[The owner's envelope has disappointed you, and those evil spirits have been strengthened a lot, you must be careful!] 】

[By the way, the envelope also found that the dice don't seem to be quite right, and it will make people go up.] 】

Du Wei was silent.

He held the clown card in his right hand, and took out a mask with his left hand and put it on his face.

A dark shadow stepped out of the shadows.

He holds two sharp knives in both hands, and a large red balloon hangs around his neck.

It's ridiculous to look at.

But Du Wei said slowly: "From the very beginning, I have been targeted by the seventy-two pillar demon gods, and the so-called gate of hell, and even the door on the clown card, have run through to the present. ”

"The Hammer Clock gave me the ability to see the future, but the more I learned, the more problematic it became."

"Everything I see, it's what it wants me to see."

"I've been wondering what it wants me to do, and I haven't figured it out yet, but I've found one thing."

"Solomon's Seventy-Two Pillars Demon God, although it is a conceptual existence."

"But there are also contradictions between them."

"And just now, it showed me that you were all going to be my sacrifices."

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