"Yo, Brother Mu only went up for a few minutes and woke up? Could it be that you regret it and want a piece of the pie? Lin Yu paused the wooden stick in his hand, and his tone was surprised.

Ning Qing walked to the fire in silence and sat down, hiding all the shock in her heart.

Dead?

Still is...

Quietly glanced at the watch, and then the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly.

The date scale shows the number 19.

Turn back the clock!

This is the game that Chu Xiaohe laid out with black cards before he died?

Ning Qing stared at her dirty side face, and all kinds of speculations flowed through her heart.

The latter seemed to feel something, and muttered: "Big... Uncle, don't look at people like this, people... Will be shy. ”

Then he lowered his little head, peeled off the hawthorn wrapping paper with his little hands, and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

She always seemed to have endless snacks in her pocket.

"Give... Uncle, do you want to? ”

Ning Qing shook her head in refusal, then withdrew her gaze and quietly observed the others.

Lin Yu, Feng Hou and his wife, Wan Kun and his wife...

The lives that have passed away are now alive in front of them, with different expressions.

The mysterious abilities of black cards?

Turn back the clock and bring the dead back to life?

"Bang bang! Since Brother Mu is reluctant to give up this cake, it is better to..."Lin Yu clapped his palms to attract everyone's attention, "Let's start discussing how to distribute it now." ”

Ning Qing shook his head: "I don't need you to share your own." ”

When everyone heard this, they all looked at him with a strange gaze.

"Uncle, are you sure you don't want to? That's a lot of small money, and you can buy a lot of hawthorn rolls. Chu Xiaohe's face was surprised.

Ning Qing shook his head again to make sure, but he sneered in his heart.

If you don't know what the other party is, maybe you will really be fooled by this fake disguise.

I am afraid that persuading myself at this moment is still to muddy the waters and make it difficult to distribute the benefits evenly.

Seeing that he confirmed it again and again, everyone no longer doubted that it was not a good thing to be polite and humble in sharing the spoils, and if there was one less person to divide them, it was too late for them to be happy, how could they persuade them vigorously.

Thus, a new round of benefit distribution officially began under the watchful eye of a bystander.

Various distribution schemes were staged in turn, and there were endless quarrels.

There is the indifference of Feng Hou and his wife, the greed of Lin Yu, the casualness of Wan Kun and his wife, and Chu Xiaohe's ubiquitous calculations.

In the end, no matter what, the distribution plan was never agreed.

The ruts of history are rolling forward on the same trajectory, like the established script, and everyone is once again unhappy.

Ning Qing silently watched all this in his eyes, and sighed in his heart, sure enough, it was still the same result!

No, it can't go on like this, or the incident will repeat itself.

Zhang Jiaming will die, and so will Lin Yu.

"Wait a minute!" Ning Qing said loudly.

Everyone was about to leave the scene with a small calculation, and when they heard the words, they couldn't help but stop and wanted to hear what the other party said.

I saw him exhale a heavy breath, calm the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and said, "You can't leave." ”

"Why?" Ke Li's tone was not different: "Don't you see what's going on here, there are dead people's spirit cards everywhere, it's gloomy, you tell me how to stay!" ”

"It's a bit too much to keep us going." Wan Kun agreed.

Ning Qing looked at him coldly: "The situation in this house is even more complicated than you imagined. ”

"Brother Mu, don't you want to tell us that there is something unclean?" Lin Yu's face was teasing.

Ning Qing thought for a moment, then nodded heavily.

Lin Yu disagreed: "Don't be kidding, who still believes this now." ”

Ning Qing looked stunned, he had forgotten how a group of executioners could believe this.

At this time, Chu Xiaohe, who was staying in the corner, had a trace of imperceptible surprise flashing in his eyes, and glanced at him meaningfully.

......

...

Not a soul was there.

Ning Qing sat alone by the fire, looking at the faint firelight, her pupils were not in focus, and her thoughts didn't know where to go.

Ho~

No matter how much he tried to persuade them, he couldn't stop them from leaving, and the fact that he suddenly became overwhelmed.

Can't you change it?

I'm afraid history will repeat itself again!

First Zhang Jiaming was killed, and then Feng Hou and his wife...

Wrong!

As soon as his eyes lit up, his pupils instantly focused, and he suddenly realized from his stunned mind.

The first to die was Zhang Jiaming?

Is it that as long as Zhang Jiaming is not dead, everything will not happen again?

If you look at the things before the time trip as a line, then up to this point, everyone is still walking on this line.

But as long as Zhang Jiaming does not die as scheduled, it is equivalent to cutting this line.

So Zhang Jiaming can't die!

Thinking of this, he quickly got up and rushed to the small black room, and lifted Zhang Jiaming to the lobby in a confused state.

"What are you going to do to me?" Zhang Jiaming looked panicked, not knowing what would happen next.

Ning Qing didn't say a word, silently drew his saber and walked towards the other party.

"Big brother... Eldest brother! Other... Don't kill me!"

Zhang Jiaming looked frightened, and couldn't figure out how he could steal something by himself and take his life.

Ning Qing pressed the cold blade of the knife to his neck and said coldly: "Listen, I will untie you next, but you have to promise that you can't run around, OK?" ”

"Huh? OK！ OK! O**K！！！ Zhang Jiaming agreed again and again, for fear that the other party would regret it.

He didn't know why the other party wanted to loosen his bonds, but as long as he didn't kill himself, it was a good thing.

Sharp blades slashed across him, ropes falling in a slump.

Zhang Jiaming moved his muscles and bones, and just when he was born with the idea of escaping, he saw Ming's dangling blade, and immediately swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "Big brother... Well, thank you. ”

Ning Qing glanced up at him and lowered it again.

Zhang Jiaming saw that the other party didn't seem to be very easy to talk to, so he had to strangle the idea of escaping to death and stay honest.

Besides, there seems to be nowhere to run on this typhoon day.

Tick!

Tick!

Time was slowly passing, Ning Qing stared at the watch motionless, and the ticking sound of mechanical rotation was clearly audible.

Tick ~ tick ~ His eyes skimmed to the darkness of the hallways on either side of the lobby, and his face showed imperceptible concern.

Since it is a time back, even the dead are still alive, so Zhang Guangsheng should also exist!

How long will it take for it to appear?

What will it do next?

If he stays with Zhang Jiaming, will he change his target to catch others?

He watched in silence as the hands turned in circles, patiently waiting for the other to come.

Although he had made the change, he could not predict what would happen next.

Waiting can sometimes be an ordeal.

...

A long time has passed, and Zhang Jiaming has fallen asleep by the fire.

Suddenly, Ning Qing's hairs stood on end.

The familiar ominousness hit my heart.

Here it comes!

It's already here!

The feeling of being spied on by something is here again.

Ning Qing's whole body was vigilant, the corners of his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked expressionlessly at the dark place where the firelight could not shine.

It should be in the invisible darkness.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his foot and kicked Zhang Jiaming, who was sleeping, to wake him up.

The latter looked at Ning Qing vaguely, as if asking what he was doing.

Ning Qing raised his chin lightly towards the darkness of the entrance.

Zhang Jiaming looked down and saw nothing, then rubbed his eyes and looked again, but there was still nothing.

So he turned his head to look at the former person inexplicably: "Big brother, what's wrong with this... it! What's on your back!! ”

Zhang Jiaming stared at Ning Qing's back, his expression was so frightened that he sat directly on the ground.

Hearing this, Ning Qing's heart swelled with an ominous feeling.

There was a cold touch on his neck.

It's getting tighter and tighter, it's getting more and more out of breath...