Infinite weird games

The old woman calls herself "Popo Su". She is the oldest old man in Su's village and can be regarded as highly respected.

While leading the player into the courtyard, she gave a general overview of the village.

Su's village has no village chief or other village officials. All affairs are handled by Su Po and her grandson Ah Xi, and all tourists are contacted by their family. This old woman, who looked like she might fall apart at any moment, was like the head of a village.

After listening to Su Po's introduction, Yang Yundong frowned and asked the question that Qisi had asked before: "Where are the other people in your village?"

Su Po replied with a smile: "They are all resting during the day. When the sun goes down, they climb out to work."

This expression sounded strange. Zhang Licai muttered in a low voice: "Oh, I'll go, everyone else in the village is not a ghost, right?"

No one paid any attention to him.

Zhu Ling looked at Su Po, who was no different from a living person, and suddenly a full smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Su Po, your grandson is so cute, but he is a little too thin. The boy needs to eat more meat."

Intentionally or unintentionally, she brought the topic to "meat", which is what the players care about most.

Su Po's face fell suddenly, and her tone was unkind: "You can't eat meat. If you continue to eat meat, something will happen."

These words pointed directly at the key to the dungeon, and several players couldn't help asking past Zhu Ling.

"What will happen if you eat meat again? Why will it happen?"

"Your grandson said that something happened in your village and no one came to visit for a long time. What happened?"

"Why do we need someone to take care of the ancestral hall? Is there anything special about it?"

A bunch of questions were thrown down at once, and it was very lively.

Su Po said coldly: "This is a matter in our village and has nothing to do with outsiders like you. You just need to stay here for five days and leave."

She turned around slightly sluggishly and walked unsteadily ahead.

The eleven players did not dare to neglect and followed suit quietly, and within a short time they were all standing in the courtyard.

There are not many furnishings in the house in front of me. A well in the corner of the yard has been sealed for some reason, and its edges are broken and have been abandoned for a long time.

A huge round table was placed in the middle of the courtyard. Although the food had not yet been served, it certainly added a touch of humanity to this lonely house.

The firewood shed to the west is piled with twisted firewood, and tools such as hatchets and hoes are placed sideways next to it.

To the north is the main house, with bright upside-down blessing characters posted on the door. However, because the gray background is too heavy, this bright red color does not add much to the festive feeling, but seems inconsistent.

To the east is a row of side rooms divided into small compartments. The tiles are scattered, the doors are closed, and they are covered with tattered yellow talismans, which makes people think of being haunted for no reason.

Zhu Ling pointed to the talismans on the door and introduced in a low voice: "These are the most common talismans to drive away ghosts and seek peace, but they have lost their effect. They should be clues."

Zhou Yilin sniffed and analyzed in a low voice: "I guess before the villagers turned into ghosts, the village was...haunted."

Yang Yundong said: "It's possible that these villagers have ghosts in their hearts. If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."

"Comrade, I have seen this kind of talisman. After a big disaster kills someone, every household will put it on it to bring bad luck." An old man interjected with an accent.

His name is "Zhu Dafu". He wears a white washed blue shirt and has white hair. He looks like an honest and responsible old farmer.

Seeing that all the players were looking over, he unnaturally touched his equally rough arm with his rough hands, and said with some embarrassment: "My family also had a yard like this before. There were several families living in a big yard, and it didn't matter. Do you know if there are a few empty houses here for us to live in?”

When Su Po heard this, she grinned: "There are six rooms in total, and all the people have died, so they are all empty."

She pointed at the houses and counted them one by one: "This house used to be occupied by a mother named Shitou. She grabbed a handful of wheat and hid it in her pants. She was found out by the commune and beaten to death."

"The family of six who lived in that room boiled grass roots and elm bark and ate them. After eating them, they couldn't poop out, and their stomachs were bloated like rubber balls. They all died."

"In the innermost room, the old man had bad legs and couldn't get out of bed. When he was found dead, he was so hungry that only a layer of skin was left..."

According to Su Po, people had died in each room, and they died in different ways. Without exception, they were very miserable.

The faces of the players are not pretty.

In reality, hearing about the suffering of others might be a novelty to talk about and shed a few tears to express sympathy; but in the dungeon, they truly know that the dead can really turn into ghosts and seek their lives. .

Zhang Lizai said with a pale face: "Do we have to live here? Can we change places?"

When Su Po heard what he said, she sneered: "There are only six vacant rooms in our village. Each room can accommodate up to two people. You are acquaintances who came together, so you can discuss it yourself."

It seems that there is no need to discuss.

A short-haired woman with a blue dragon tattooed on her shoulder walked up to Zhou Yilin in a few steps, pressed her shoulder and said involuntarily: "Little sister, I share a room with you."

Among the eleven people, there are three women and eight men. According to the traditional classification of men and women, there is a high probability that one woman will be alone.

The tattooed woman undoubtedly doesn’t want to be the one left alone. Zhou Yilin is weak, so at least she can be considered a scapegoat if something goes wrong.

Zhou Yilin was startled, and just as she was about to say something, she heard Zhu Ling say from the side: "I suggest that an experienced player who enters the dungeon for the third time bring a new player, so that if any special situation is triggered, he can respond in time."

Not to be outdone, the tattooed woman said: "So what if I have cleared the level many times? Who knows if I hugged my thigh and got through..."

Qi Si listened to the players' noise and quietly moved a few steps to the edge.

Seeing that no one noticed this side, he simply walked towards Su Po who was standing beside.

The old woman, who couldn't be any older, was stretching out her swollen fingers and playing the game of "lifting Niuniu" with the skeleton-like Ah Xi. Seeing Qi Si approaching, she stopped and looked up and down at the newcomer.

Qi Si met her gaze and tried to choose his words carefully: "Su Po, you should know that we tourists came here from all over the world because we heard the legend of 'divine meat'." He paused, his eyes showing a hint of doubt: "It's just that this legend has been passed around, and it's getting more and more confusing... Judging from your age, you should have come here at that time. Can you tell me what this 'divine meat' is all about?" "'Divine meat', at that time, we all dreamed of gods..." Su Po began to tell the story, with a look of reminiscence on her face. Under her wrinkled eyelids, her cloudy eyes slowly turned, as if she could see through Qi Si's shoulders into the distance, and then see the bizarre and tortuous years in the past. "We were so hungry at that time, we had nothing to eat, and we couldn't sleep at night. But that night, we all fell asleep and had the same dream. We dreamed of a god whose face we couldn't see clearly, who told us that his body was in our village, and as long as we promised to offer him sacrifices, we could eat his meat."

"The next morning, we woke up at the same time and went to see the place the god told us. The god was so beautiful, he didn't breathe, didn't move, just like he was asleep. We knew it was the body of the god, but even if the god took pity on us and allowed us to eat his meat, we didn't dare..."

"We put him there, but he began to emit the fragrance of meat. We have never smelled such a good smell in our lives?"

Su Po said, swallowing her saliva, making a sticky sound that was almost snoring. She licked her lips, her eyes overflowing with greed, as if she was recalling the delicacies she had tasted that year.

Qi Si always felt that Su Po's eyes began to linger on him intentionally or unintentionally, conveying the message that she wanted to take a bite to taste the taste, and this feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

He turned sideways to avoid Su Po's sight: "Then what?"

"Then, then our old village chief took the lead to cut a piece of meat and cooked it for us. The meat was really delicious, it was the meat of the gods..." Su Po laughed and continued slowly, "Not long after, we found that the place where the meat was cut off from the god's body had grown back, and it was not visible that it had been cut. No wonder the god was willing to let us eat his meat, no matter how we eat, he would not be hurt at all."

"All of us survived, and later when there was a harvest, we did not eat the meat of the gods. We built a temple and worshipped him in it. But we were poor, and the gods told us in a dream that we could let outsiders come to our village to eat his meat and pay us money..."

Qisi listened to Su Po's story and asked suddenly: "Where is your old village chief?"

Su Po had said before that Su's village did not have a village chief; but the character of "old village chief" appeared in the story, which was really suspicious.

Su Po said: "The village chief, he went with the gods and became a god."

Qisi's mind moved, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "What happened specifically, can you tell me?"

"Being a god is being a god, there is no such thing as what?" Su Po muttered, with obvious impatience in her tone.

I can't ask any more.

Qisi knew the degree of control he needed to grasp, and he smiled and said goodbye, and retreated back to the crowd.

At this moment, the players had already allocated the rooms. The tattooed girl lost in the competition with Zhu Ling, and had to yell "There are so many rules in the weird game" and forcibly pulled a skinny man to form a team.

Qisi, who was absent for a short time, naturally became the one left alone and was assigned to the room closest to the main house.

He didn't care about these, or he deliberately marginalized himself after entering the dungeon, expecting such a result.

In the year of famine, people eat each other. Although he was not sure whether this dungeon would involve this aspect, Qis still felt that it was safer to be alone with his martial arts value.

No one else said anything, but Zhu Ling came over with a worried look on her face: "Chang Xu, if you encounter any danger, just shout loudly. I live next door to you, and I will definitely be able to arrive in time if I hear you."

She acted worried, as if she really cared about her companion who she had just met by chance.

Qi Si was too lazy to tell whether she was sincere or not, he just smiled politely and said thank you.

Zhu Ling noticed his self-isolation attitude and raised her eyebrows regretfully, but she didn't care too much. She turned around and went back to Zhou Yilin and carefully instructed her.

Su Po didn't distribute keys, so the door of the wing room was naturally not locked, but just ajar.

Qi Si opened the door and saw a wooden bed about 1.5 meters wide, covered with a particularly rustic printed quilt, but it was severely faded, and from a distance it was mottled with a few gray stains, as if it was stained with dirt.

Next to the bed was a rectangular wooden table, with a few scuffs scattered around the edge, and I don't know where it was bumped. On the table was a crudely made travel brochure, which was clearly a piece of cardboard folded in half with a few lines of random writing on it.

The dust on the table was too thick, and Qi Si didn't want to touch it directly.

He walked over and glanced at the spread-out travel brochure.

On the title page, there was a vague poem written:

[The granaries are empty, how can we comfort our hungry stomachs? ]

[People in a hundred miles eat dirt, and die from the pits of wood and stone. ]