Life and Death Cards

In the main hall, Wang Ye immediately noticed Mao Yong'an's figure.

At this time, he had his arm around Wang Ye's shoulder, muttering something in a low voice.

Wang Ye also nodded along cooperatively.

After absorbing the blood, this Wang Ye's actions and expressions had become increasingly natural.

Looking at this scene, Wang Ye was a little dumbfounded.

Had that shadow, after escaping, come to this side?

But now Xiao Wu had been sealed, and was completely incapable of dealing with this guy. If he sought revenge, it was estimated that he and the others would die terribly.

Most importantly, Mao Yong'an did not seem to notice anything wrong, and was still chatting with him enthusiastically.

Wang Ye looked at Mao Yong'an with some pity, silently standing in the corner of the building, observing his surroundings.

In the room, apart from Wang Ye and Mao Yong'an, there was also a young man from the Buddhist clan, whom he had also seen at the noodle stall earlier.

After that was a girl.

If he remembered correctly, this girl should have come here with the old man.

At that time, she was playing on her phone at the noodle stall. He remembered that there was also a boy with her.

But this girl was obviously not very smart, far inferior to the calmness of the old man. She frequently glanced at Wang Ye next to Mao Yong'an, not hiding the killing intent in her eyes at all.

Finally, there was a youth who looked rather weak.

Except for Mao Yong'an and Wang Ye, there was a strong sense of vigilance towards each other at this time, with fear in their eyes.

It seemed like something uncanny had also happened in this building, and...

It seemed they still hadn't figured out a solution yet.

This was actually a good thing for Wang Ye, meaning the good stuff in this building was still there.

No matter how wary they were of each other, at least they were still human!

Even with disparities in strength, they were not completely invincible existences. After all, anyone who could enter the Ancient Domain was no ordinary person.

But...

Wang Ye's stiff gait at this time, the strong ghostly aura around him, his numb expression, and that mourning hat...

Everything was filled with a sense of strangeness.

All of this indicated Wang Ye's identity as a ghost!

In an instant, everyone's eyes focused on Wang Ye.

And Xiao Si beside Wang Ye also walked stiffly and mysteriously, obviously a pair of ghosts, even more terrifying!

But why was there a bald man sandwiched between the two ghosts?

And this bald man was completely at ease, without any fear of being next to ghosts.

This combination was strange.

Although they didn't know the specifics, everyone still subconsciously distanced themselves from Wang Ye's group instinctively.

In the Ancient Domain, it was possible to suffer an untimely death at any time. If they didn't even have the most basic sense of vigilance, they would have long since become one of the corpses on the ground.

And at that moment, a bell rang.

The two wooden plaques on the wooden table floated up into the air out of thin air, alternating at an extremely fast speed, until finally, they were placed upside down on the tabletop.

All the eyes on the walls looked towards that girl!

With sympathy, pity, excitement, resentment... All kinds of bizarre emotions.

The girl's face paled slightly: Why me again when I've already drawn? How is this fair?

The girl kept murmuring to herself.

But remembering the terrible fate of those who had refused to step forward before, the girl swallowed hard, her whole body trembling as she came to the wooden table. Looking at the two wooden plaques, she finally steeled herself, picked up one of them.

Carefully turning over the wooden plaque, looking at the word on it, the girl heaved a sigh of relief and slumped down on the ground, gasping for breath continuously, looking as if she had just escaped death.

So, did they have to play this deadly wooden plaque game in this building?

Ringing the bell and drawing plaques?

Was he guessing wrong?

Wang Ye gradually figured out some rules.

But what if markings were made on the plaques in advance? That way, one would never lose right?

However, such a simple method must have been tried by someone already. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many corpses on the ground.

But...

What was the solution?

Should he apply the rules of the death coach again? If picking the wrong plaque meant certain death, but ghosts could not be killed, what would happen when these two rules conflicted?

Just like the memorial tablet before.

Xiao Si and that Wang Ye could not be killed, so the memorial tablet exploded in the end.

Hmm?

No, that's not right!

Wang Ye suddenly froze in place.

If that memorial tablet itself belonged to a kind of ghostly object, then it should also possess the rule of being unkillable, right?

Why did it explode upon touching Xiao Si, without any pause at all, and quite decisively too?

But if this memorial tablet was just a simple uncanny object, how could it activate on its own?

This itself fell into a logical contradiction.

No matter how it was explained, it would be self-contradictory.

Unless...

Ghosts could be killed.

But this was a truth concluded by countless people with their lives after the Eternal Night. Ghosts cannot die, they can only be sealed!

Was this really an ironclad rule?

Or was it that ghosts of higher levels could kill ghosts of lower levels?

Or was someone in the Ancient Domain secretly manipulating these uncanny objects?

And this could be easily proven - if it could be stored in the bag, it meant it was not a ghostly object, which conversely proved there was still someone pulling the strings behind the scenes.

But if...

These memorial tablets or wooden plaques were themselves the existence of ghosts.

Then...

All of the previous theories before the Celestial Ancestor might be overturned.

At this moment, Wang Ye even wanted to give up on the Tian Group and go mix with the Dao City instead! After all, an organization that had just risen for over a year still lacked too much in intelligence foundations, and everything had to be guessed.

Thinking thus, Wang Ye walked past the girl, took out the bag, and stood in front of the two wooden plaques, grabbing them in his hands.

Then...

He put them towards the bag.

Suddenly, a feeling of resistance came from the wooden plaques, which directly exploded. And on the wooden table, two more new plaques appeared.

Not far away, the expression on that young Buddhist clan member's face changed slightly when he saw the bag in Wang Ye's hand.

That was something exclusive to their Buddha Kingdom, so Wang Ye having it meant a Buddhist candidate had died.

It was just that, this ghost wearing a mourning hat looked somewhat neither one thing nor the other. Just what was his intention?

At this moment...

Wang Ye's heart was like a raging storm, unable to calm down.

Did these wooden plaques really not belong to the category of uncanny objects?

Were the iron rules he had been following before wrong?

He fell into self-doubt.