I Became a God in a Horror Game

"I have a few bottles of good red wine in the wine cabinet below." Mu Ke asked with a smile at the right time, "I'll take it up and wake up, how about a drink together?"

The red wine was brought up, and the glasses were changed. The group of people who were not drinking enough quickly became drunk. Fang Dian, the one who shouted the most fiercely, was the first to fall down because he drank too fast. She also pointed at Georgia and Armand over there with a deep face: "...I didn't expect it, I didn't expect..."

"You two foreigners, you drink a lot, but your heart is so bad, hiccups, you actually got me drunk!"

Georgia, a bad-hearted foreigner who was drunk by Fang Dian but didn't get drunk because he was very good, honestly admitted his mistake: "...I'm sorry."

Armand was actually a little drunk, but he had a good alcohol capacity and could barely maintain his demeanor. Now he was silently watching Mu Sicheng who was rolling on the floor after being drunk.

He was so naive to be angry with such a person before.

The drunk Mu Sicheng raised his hand and shouted arrogantly, "The prince is my defeat!!"

Armand quickly roared back in anger: "Who is your defeat, you drunk monkey!"

"Armand is drunk." Georgia pressed Armand apologetically, "I'll take him away later."

Lu Yizhan, who didn't drink much, smiled helplessly: "It's okay."

"Before I leave, I'll bring you gifts." Georgia put the two bags that he had been keeping beside the shoe cabinet on the table. His movements and tone were very light, and he didn't seem to feel that there was anything in what he took out. "Some cautions, I hope you like it."

Georgia took out the contents of the bag.

Bai Liu's eyes glued to it in an instant, Lu Yizhan almost spit out a mouthful of soup, and even Mu Ke froze for a moment.

The drunk Fang Dian took a closer look, touched it, and said in a daze: "What is this, a golden statue..."

There are two golden statues on the table, one is for Bai Liu, the other is for Lu Yizhan, one arm is so high, and the golden light is shining. Next to him was a bride with a blurred face.

"This is a gift to meet Bai Liu's friends." Georgia introduced in a calm tone, "This is a gift for Mr. Lu, because I didn't know Miss Fang Dian's appearance before, so I haven't had time to carve the face, I will leave the craftsman here to imitate Fang Dian The lady's face is carved."

"No need!" Lu Yizhan waved his hands in horror, "This gift is too expensive, we can't accept it!"

Bai Liu narrowed his eyes, pointed to the sculpture of Lu Yizhan and asked sharply, "Why is his double, twice as heavy as mine?"

"Don't question other people's gifts for granted!" Lu Yizhan roared and patted Bai Liu on the head, "Give me a good rejection of other people's precious gifts!"

"Please don't refuse." Georgia was sincere, "Both you and Bai Liu have helped the Guloren country, and if you can't even give thanks for the normal family of Guloren, it would be a humiliation for us. ."

Lu Yizhan collapsed and covered his face: "!!!"

Is the thank you gift from your ordinary family already at this level!

This is outrageous! !

"Then accept it." Bai Liu said as he calmly reached out to take the sculpture, "There is no reason to refuse a gift from a friend."

It's very quick for you to admit your friend at such a time!

Lu Yizhan couldn't help but stop Bai Liu's hand from reaching out, "I really can't..."

Georgia stared at the landing station: "Are you really going to humiliate us with rejection?"

Lu Yizhan: "..."

Georgia, seriously.

Finally got it.

"So why is the golden sculpture of Lu Yizhan a double?" Bai Liu asked sincerely, "I should have given more credit to Gu Luoren than him? Logically, I got twice as much gold as him."

"Because it was a wedding gift for Mr. Lu." Georgia explained, "so it's for two people."

Bai Liu stared at the double-sized golden sculpture on the table, touched his chin, then glanced at the spades who had been eating silently beside him, and fell into contemplation.

"So when you get married, you can get double-weight gold sculptures?"

Spades: "?"

Lu Yizhan looked at Bai Liu's familiar calculating eyes, and had an ominous premonition: "What are you doing, Bai Liu..."

Bai Liu muttered to himself: "In that case—"

He turned his head to look at Georgia and said seriously, "I'm getting married too, Georgia, give me a double gold sculpture. My boyfriend is 1.9 meters tall. If it is made in equal proportions, it should cost more gold..."

Lu Yizhan collapsed: "Don't get married frivolously for this kind of thing!"

After giving away the gold, Georgia left with Armand.

"It turns out that you can still get this kind of bonus when you get married." Bai Liu thought deeply, "Even gold is doubled, no wonder everyone wants to get married..."

Lu Yizhan fell face down on the sofa. He was so tired that he seemed to have fought a hundred elephants: "...except you, no one would marry for this kind of bonus."

His vacation is gone again...

Lu Yizhan thought in tears, woohoo, I want to get married!

the next day.

The hangover Mu Sicheng woke up from the sofa with a splitting headache. He found that he had a small golden sculpture the size of his hand by his hand.

"???" Mu Sicheng stood up angrily holding the small sculpture, "Which idiot carved me out of being beaten?"

Just after getting up, Bai Liu, who was holding a cup to pour hot water, swept away and said casually, "Oh, this is what Armand asked me to pass to you last night."

"It is said that it engraved the appearance of you losing to him, so that you can remember the appearance of your own defeat."

"Who failed miserably! The one who lost was obviously his own good!" Mu Sicheng was so angry that he threw the sculpture into the trash on the spot, "Who wants the dog things he sent—"

"—It's a pure gold sculpture." Bai Liu held the hot water cup and added the second half of the sentence without hesitation, "You can give it to me if you don't want it."

Mu Sicheng froze when he wanted to throw it, he slowly let it go, hesitated for a long time, took a bite, and then said dumbly: "Damn, it's soft, it's really pure gold!"

"Yes." Bai Liu replied slowly, "After all, he is a prince."

——The greeting gift for a friend will not be too shabby.

"Pack up and enter the game." Bai Liu raised his eyes and said calmly, "Today the results of the draw for the next playoffs will be announced, and we are going to prepare for the next game."

In the game, the Wandering Circus Guild Meeting Room.

Wang Shun rushed into the conference room. He took a deep breath and put his hands on the table: "The result is out."

All eyes looked over.

"The deer hunter." Wang Shun's face was visibly tense, "Our opponent in the next match is the deer hunter."

The General Bureau of Heresy Processing Bureau, the lowest underground level.

The people detained here are very dangerous, and a reasonable containment method has not been found yet. As a heretic who is over-incarcerated here, only people with captain-level positions can take the elevator and come here.

After the riot/chaos caused by Bai Liu, the security here has been further strengthened. To come here, in addition to asking for the position of captain, you have to fill out a series of application forms, and even bring a surveillance ring.

After Cen Mingming put a surveillance ring on his wrist, he swiped the elevator with the captain's ID card and pressed the elevator button on the bottom floor.

The elevator went all the way down. He was wearing the uniform coat of the Heresy Administration, with a blindfold over his left eye and one hand around his chest. He was silent. There were bloodstains on the hem of his clothes and the surface of his boots that had not been cleaned in time. Voice: "Team Cen, you can only stay for fifteen minutes."

"Yeah." Cen Ming replied lightly, "I know."

The elevator finally landed on the last floor and opened slowly. It was pitch black in front of me, and some heretics were not suitable for being detained in the light, so it was always pitch black here. Only on both sides of the road in the middle, there would be weak lighting and air. There is a fishy smell of seawater--

——The same disgusting aura on Bai Liu.

Cen Wuming walked in, the soles of his boots tapped on the metal ground, making steady and orderly footsteps, something indescribable surging in the darkness on both sides, but the moment they approached Cen Mingming, it was like As if smelling the danger from a more dangerous kind, he shrank back.

The smell of sea water in the air quietly dissipated.

Cen Mingming didn't seem to notice all of this. He walked in through the darkness calmly, listening to the footsteps of the supervisor team members sighing, if he hadn't known that the prisoners here were very dangerous, and he didn't find a suitable way to contain and deal with heretics. , he will think that their Cen team is not at the bottom, but walking on the training ground.

Of course, a tyrannical/monarch instructor like Team Cen would generally not do such a waste of time.

However, Team Cen usually doesn't go to the last floor. Although he has the authority, he hates this place very much, and evaluates the lowest level of the Heresy Processing Bureau as "the place that shouldn't exist".

"This kind of heresy that cannot be contained and is extremely dangerous should be put to death in time." Cen Mingming indifferently commented on the heresy at the last layer, "Otherwise, one day, these monsters will cause greater harm."

At this time, Captain Su Zheng will argue against it: "This is not in line with the idea of ​​the Heresy Processing Bureau!"

"The purpose of our existence is to contain and deal with heresies, not to indiscriminately kill heretics!"

"You mean this comes from the naive idea of ​​the [Prophet] who has been dead for ten years?" Cen Mingming sneered, "Everyone else is dead, so this idea should change."

"This kind of naive idiot who is trying to save even heretics will not end well."

"You!" A good-tempered person like Su Zheng would be stunned by Cen's anger, he took a deep breath, "Team Cen, I know that the second team mainly goes out to the field, and often fights heretics head-on, more or less. There are casualties, and it is normal for you to have grievances against heretics."

"I also know that you hate the [Prophet] who built this set of mechanisms very much."

——Yes, Team Cen hates everything about [The Prophet] so much that as long as a team member mentions it, even if it is just a small talk, he will interrupt each other coldly: "Don't discuss a dead person in front of me."

This is also one of the reasons why few people know about the existence of [The Prophet] in the current game.

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The next book will enter the boss battle, and it will be more tragic. I sincerely recommend that you save it until the end and watch it in one breath.