I Became a God in a Horror Game

Seeing that Kong Xuyang was about to lose his mind again, Yang Zhi hurriedly changed the subject: "Brother Kong, we still have an advantage. We have already figured out how to collect clues in the true end line in the last game."

The red-eyed Kong Xuyang forcibly closed his mind and exhaled a turbid breath: "The Yellow Calendar of Yinshan Village, the incomplete parts of the murals are all in the Yellow Calendar of the village's records, as long as you find the Yellow Calendar from a hundred years ago, you can make up the background of this Taoist zombie. story line."

"You can also find its weakness." Yang Zhi patted Kong Xuyang's shoulder and let Kong Xuyang relax, "A player in the last game has found a page of the almanac, Brother Kong, do you still remember where that player is? Did you find it?"

Kong Xuyang's eyes slowly moved outward. He looked at the hills and weirs hidden in the darkness, and said word by word, "The mass graves behind the weirs."

in the cemetery.

The entrance to the tomb, which was getting narrower and narrower, was smashed with brute force, and a large mouth was pierced, and the four walls were covered with the fierce claw marks of zombies.

Bai Liu held up the candlestick and took a picture: "These should be caught by the zombie to go out."

"...This strength is too terrifying." Mu Sicheng stretched out his hand to compare the paw print, it was two full circles larger than his hand, and the wall was clearly visible, Mu Sicheng's scalp felt a little numb, "This zombie If you go crazy, it won't take much effort to catch us to death."

"So it's time to end this game before that." Bai Liu said.

Bai Liu walked to the entrance where they climbed into the tomb, stepped on Mu Sicheng's shoulders and jumped up with strength, and jumped out. After Bai Liu went out, he pulled Mu Sicheng up with his backhand.

The entrance to the tomb was under a bed. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to crawl out from under the bed, Bai Liu pressed his shoulders.

Bai Liu looked out of the bed with a calm tone: "There is light, there are people outside."

Only then did Mu Sicheng notice the flickering of silver-white-gray-black light on the ground under the bed, accompanied by a faint noise, like the sound of bad contact, and the intermittent, interlaced human voices of many people talking.

These voices were rough at one time, and delicate at other times, but they seemed to be separated by a layer of something, not like real people talking.

"...These ghosts are going to freeze us, kill us, and starve us to death, but as long as we have a breath, we must guard this place and prevent outsiders from taking it away..."

"But the men have all left, leaving behind a village of old, weak, sick and disabled. How can they hold it, can't hold it..."

"When will the men come back, and the daughters-in-law will go to the village entrance bridge to see! Remember to bring an umbrella so that you don't get wet, it's almost clear, and it's been raining recently..."

Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng looked at each other, and they understood where the voice came from.

"The sound of the TV." Mu Sicheng pointed to the outside and said softly, "Someone is watching TV."

Bai Liu made a gesture for him to go out first, then nimbly got out from the bed, knelt on one knee in the shadow of the foot of the bed that was not illuminated by the TV, he looked forward quietly, as if confirming something.

Then Bai Liu was sure, he lowered his head and made a "shhh" gesture to Mu Sicheng who was still hiding under the bed, asking Mu Sicheng to come out quietly.

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He thought it was safe outside. With one hand, he leaned out from the bottom of the bed and tried to stand up, but when he turned around, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shrank back inside. Beside Bai Liu, he mouthed in horror and said, "What's the situation?!"

There was a mahogany bench beside the bed at the entrance, and on the bench sat two gray-haired old men with their backs to Bai Liu and them.

The old man was facing an old wooden cabinet with rotten edges, and inside the cabinet was a square old FM TV that looked no more than twelve or three inches.

The picture on the TV is black and white, and it shakes and blurs from time to time, but the two old people seem to be watching very intently. TV screen.

The light on the screen dimly shone on the faces of the two old men. Brown spots appeared around the turbid eyeballs of the old man. Something in his mouth and nose seemed to be wriggling and trying to crawl out. Worm white spots.

They had wooden smiles on their faces, and their mouths moved quickly, as if they were talking.

Mu Sicheng held his breath to pay attention, but did not hear any sound from the throats of the two old men, but soon he realized where the voices of the two old men came from.

The movements of the two old men's mouths are synchronized with the voices of the people on the TV.

Bai Liu looked at the TV: "They are dubbing the people on the TV."

The swaying black-and-white picture on the TV is like an old videotape from some historical material. Several plain and old-fashioned women are sitting by the door of Yinshan Village, wearing small boots and shrouds, kneeling beside coffins. Waving a white handkerchief to hide his face and crying, there was an unopened white umbrella beside him.

Mu Sicheng asked in a low voice, "This is the attire of the bridge sacrifice ghost. Are these women living bridge sacrifice ghosts?"

Bai Liu looked at the TV screen and nodded slightly: "It should be."

The two old men with strange faces opened and closed their mouths, and the voice came from the TV:

"Men are dead, too many to fit in the grave..."

"...I was torn apart by those ghosts and died, and I can't enter the ancestral grave. How can I go down to see my ancestors..."

"Put it in a coffin, send it to the mountain on the other side of the bridge for burial, and let them be buried in the ground."

"My enemy! You died so miserably! How can you let me live!"

The women were sobbing and lying on the coffin, not letting go, and were about to faint from crying. In the end, they followed the coffin carrier and walked across the weir and pond and stepped onto the bridge.

Their faces were numb with tears, and their faces were full of wet tears. They held umbrellas in their hands to cool the coffins to prevent the broken bodies and souls in these coffins from being damaged by the sun.

But at the moment when they crossed the bridge, these women who lost their husbands looked at the coffins falling into the mountains in a long row. Jump off the bridge.

There was a shallow stream under the bridge, and these women hit the piers, bleeding their heads.

They held their umbrellas and looked at the distant coffins on the bridge, with extremely sad and mournful expressions on their faces.

The moment the coffin left their sight, they slowly closed their eyes, fell into the water, and did not move, the blood seeping from their bodies stained their shrouds and umbrellas and the clear stream.

This scene made Mu Sicheng sweat on his back, but Bai Liu was very absorbed in it, as if he was looking for someone.

This kind of searching eyes made Mu Sicheng even more furious: "Who are you looking for, Bai Liu, there will never be someone you know here, right?"

"Maybe." Bai Liu replied without looking sideways.

Mu Sicheng was startled, and then quickly came back to his senses: "No, Bai Liu, you have no memory, these are the only people you can know, I, Kong Xuyang, Yang Zhi, I know them all, none of them in this picture. what."

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng lightly: "I'm looking for someone outside the picture."

"Outside the screen..." Mu Sicheng was startled, "What do you mean?"

Bai Liu replied calmly: "It's true that you and I don't know the people in this picture, but there is another person outside the picture. Maybe you and I will look familiar."

Mu Sicheng became more and more puzzled: "This all happened a hundred years ago, who am I familiar with?"

"You missed a person, the person who took this picture." Bai Liu stared at the picture, "If I'm not mistaken, you can see what's going on at the first glance of this person."

Curiosity overwhelmed fear, Mu Sicheng folded his chest, frowned and began to stare at the edge of the picture seriously, trying to see the person who was holding the camera to shoot.

Soon, Mu Sicheng saw that the filming person was adjusting the camera to let his face in.

As soon as the cameraman's face came into view, Mu Sicheng was shocked and turned back to Bai Liu: "How could he look like this?!"

Bai Liu is still very calm: "Otherwise? What do you think he will look like?"

Mu Sicheng pointed at the cameraman who flashed by in the picture, and jumped up in a hurry: "He looks just like me!"

In the black-and-white TV, the cameraman is wearing old and fashionable clothes, a three-piece vest and a pair of leather shoes, a filial hat on his head, and tears on his face. record what.

Bai Liu looked at this man: "He should be the village Huang Li Shi."

Village Huang Li Shi, the person in the village who records misfortunes, fortunes, fortunes, fortunes, big and small matters, is also the recorder of the missing piece of information on the mural.

"How do you know that he will look like me?!" Mu Sicheng was as curious as a cat scratching his heart, and approached Bai Liu and asked.

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng and the camera hanging around his neck that had been recording, and explained:

"I'm just guessing, it's known that we're in a game, and we've participated in four kinds of role-playing, and these four characters are descendants of Yinshan Village."

"Judging from the props and tasks obtained, the four characters are a tomb robber, a decent warlock, a villain warlock and a cameraman."

Bai Liu raised his eyes to look at Mu Sicheng: "Don't you think it would be more reasonable to push this setting forward a hundred years?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned, and he seemed to be about to understand: "So you think that we are not playing this role now, but the role of a hundred years."

"Accurately speaking, we are the descendants of the four roles." Bai Liu stretched out his finger and tapped the ground eight times, and then connected every two points in pairs, "If this is a role-playing with strict logic, Game, you are the videographer, the recorder of supernatural events, and now there is a videographer in front of us, who uses Huang Li to record good and bad people. The role and task overlap is as high as 80%. I personally think you have a high probability. His descendants."

"If I were the one designing the game, I'd adjust your looks to remind you of that."

Mu Sicheng was empowered: "So you said that he looks the same as me!"

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