Infinite weird games

"With the whole background of the tour, there is no tour guide, and the food is terrible. I really don't know who else will come to this ghost place except us big enemies..."

After getting off the table, Zhang Licai murmured in a low voice to express his dissatisfaction.

Qisi leaned over and smiled: "Maybe this tour was not prepared for living people. Dead people are not picky eaters."

His voice was very soft and soft, sounding sinister.

Zhang Lizai shuddered and shouted, "Don't scare me. I'm a timid person. I'll pee my pants if I'm scared."

Qisi satisfied his bad taste and lowered his eyes innocently: "Brother Zhang, I'm sorry, I just said it casually..."

"I just had a chat with Mrs. Su, and when she talked about the boundary in the west of the village, she became very secretive. I have learned some Feng Shui, and if my calculations are correct, there may be something valuable in the west of the village. If I can take it out... "

He opened his eyes and told lies, showing just the right amount of excitement.

Zhang Lizai patted him on the shoulder for no apparent reason: "Little brother, you are overthinking. If the things in the game don't follow the path of wish fulfillment, you won't be able to take them out even if you die."

"If I can take it out, there are mines in the mountains in the last dungeon. Would I still be so poor?"

Qisi's eyes narrowed slightly.

Things in the game cannot bring reality, so why can he bring the rose heart out of the game?

Facing Zhang Lizai's strange look, he smiled sheepishly: "Brother Zhang, I really don't know. I was so scared to death in the first dungeon that I didn't think about it at all. When I thought about it later, I just started to think about whether these things exist or not.”

"Little brother, let me tell you about it..." Zhang Licai did not doubt that he was there and began to talk about the mechanics of the weird game that he knew.

Qisi pretended to be grateful, and his stomach ached as he listened to the other party's clichés.

At this point, he completely gave up the idea of ​​developing Zhang Lizai into a tool man.

That "friend" in reality was already annoying enough, and adding another one in the dungeon... He just wanted this fat guy to die immediately.

After all the players left the table, Su Po put on her apron, carried the bucket and rag, and returned to the dining table to put away the pots and pans.

After Qisi dealt with Zhang Licai nicely, he walked towards the dining table filled with leftovers: "Grandma Su, let me clean it up for you. It's already been hard for you to cook such a large table of food. Go and have a rest."

His voice had just the right amount of concern, and his eyes looked very sincere.

Reaching out to avoid hitting the smiling man, Su Po's expression softened a bit, she picked up the plate with her right hand, turned around and grinned: "You're so polite, I can do it myself."

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Qisi made a gesture to grab the dinner plate in her hand.

When the fingertips touched the disgusting oil stain, they twitched reflexively, but they still held the edge of the plate firmly.

Su Po's strength was weaker than expected, and Qisi snatched the dinner plate into his hands with just one effort.

Then, he let go as if he wasn't holding it firmly, and the plate fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

He apologized profusely and bent down to pick up the porcelain pieces. His foot slipped and his upper body staggered and he was about to fall.

He grabbed Su Po's left hand.

The hand was cold and inflexible, with a sense of decay, and the owner had obviously been dead for a long time.

"I'm so sorry, how much are these plates? I'll pay you." Qisi's acting skills were excellent, his voice and expression were full of shame and apology.

He grabbed Su Po's left hand and straightened up, lifting up the latter's sleeve without leaving a trace.

On the covered arm, there were large areas of corpse spots and bruises, which looked like injuries from falling; judging from the color, the corpse had been lain in a cold place for many years.

While cleaning up the mess on the floor, Su Po said politely: "You are a guest, how can I ask you to compensate?"

Qisi had gotten the information he wanted and nodded in agreement: "Okay, then I won't pay compensation."

Su Po:......6.

It gets dark very quickly in the countryside, and the night falls in a short time.

In the dim light of the cold moon, only the outline of the house could be vaguely seen. The protruding trees sway gently in the silver-gray halo, looking from a distance like ghosts that dare not remain silent.

Qisi walked to the sink in the corner of the yard, washed the oil stains on his hands with warm water, and looked at the sealed ancient well next to it for a moment before looking away.

He returned to his private room, bolted the door, put the cloth wrapped with the divine meat on the table, and wiped the dust on the bamboo mat with a clean rag before settling down.

He lay on the bed, took out his pocket watch from his pocket, and set the hands to nine o'clock to mark the time of darkness.

Drowsiness came over me quickly, my consciousness sank uncontrollably, but I didn't sleep soundly.

Later in the night, Zis opened his eyes from his sleep and heard his own heartbeat.

The feeling of fear arose out of thin air, was stuffed into the bottom of my heart abruptly and without rejection, and spread to all limbs and bones...

Just like a beast in the jungle encountering a natural enemy, every cell is trembling. The fear engraved in the genes triggers the instinct, shouting "run" and "escape"...

Most of the content of the dream has been forgotten. Qisi put his hands under his neck and felt a cold sweat, and his eyes fell on the system interface.

The identity card flashed crazily, and the tentacles and gray mist rolled in like a tidal wave.

Bloody writing suddenly appeared on the panel, as if the crashed interface suddenly resumed operation, and lines of prompt text popped up in a delayed manner:

【warn! God-level NPC (data deleted) appears, and the direction of the copy has undergone unknown changes... Data error...]

[The authority of God-level NPC is second only to the world rules. It can appear in multiple copies at the same time and share memories. Players are advised to be careful and make careful decisions! 】

[The last player who looked directly at Him has fallen into madness. It would be a good choice to commit suicide before encountering Him... No, you are already crazy...]

God-level NPC? "Already crazy"?

Qisi stared intently at the broken sentences that could be called "dream relics", and after a long time, he uttered three words: "What the hell?"

The moon hanging in the sky has risen higher, and I can only see half of it through the window lattice while lying on the bed. With the moonlight leaking into the room from the window, Qisi glanced at his pocket watch.

The hour hand fell exactly on twelve o'clock, and he only slept for three hours despite all his efforts.

A feeling of hunger that came from nowhere swept through his stomach - he was very hungry, very hungry, and wanted to eat something...

The sweet aroma of meat filled the air, and the hidden desires in his heart were aroused. Qisi's eyes fell on the white cloth bag on the table.

He knew that inside were the two pieces of divine meat he had brought from the dining table. Even though there is a thick layer of fabric, this unusual ingredient is still particularly tempting.

However, this thing is soft and feels as disgusting as snot...

Qisi tapped the roof of his mouth with his index finger, thoughtfully, and then heard noisy voices in the room in the distance, like an argument.

He got up and walked to the window, listening attentively.

The sounds of shouting and smashing things came one after another, and it seemed to be a fight caused by a verbal conflict.

Judging by the distance from the sound, the room where the dispute occurred was occupied by a tattooed woman and a skinny man who was forced into a room by her.

There is a high probability that other players will also wake up hungry in the middle of the night, but not everyone has the divine meat with them.

In critical moments, humans can do anything to survive.

"Did something really happen?"

On the one hand, Qisi was glad that he did not follow the herd mentality and found a roommate. At the same time, he was a little curious as to how the sudden farce would end.

Within half a minute, the sounds of quarreling and fighting subsided, and the winner was probably decided.

There was a loud "bang", and a figure stumbled out of the door. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but one could imagine his state of embarrassment.

Qisi's eyes passed through the window lattice with talisman paper, and through the cold white moonlight, he could clearly see that it was a man.

The man's forehead was bleeding profusely. He knelt on the ground like a wild animal, hissing in pain. He could only vaguely hear words like "hungry".

After moaning for a long time, the man suddenly dug into the ground like crazy, picking up handfuls of soil with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth.

Qis watched it for a while, then lowered his eyes and glanced at the travel brochure on the table.

The poem on the title page seems extremely ferocious at this moment:

[There is no food in the barn, how can we comfort our hungry stomachs? 】

【Everyone for hundreds of miles eats soil, and dies with wood and rocks piercing his belly. 】

It seems that hunger can kill people; and the only way to overcome hunger is to eat divine meat.

"Just think of it as jelly." Qi Sisheng reached out to the white cloth bag and opened the covering fabric.

The white and tender gelatinous meat is crystal clear under the moonlight, just like the cold dew in late autumn; the blood lines that appear and appear inside give people a terrifying feeling. Perhaps "amber" is a more appropriate metaphor.

Feeling the hunger that followed him all the time, Qisi grabbed a piece of divine meat and stuffed it into his mouth with a bitter look on his face, then swallowed it.

The coolness spreads from the mouth to the stomach, bringing a sticky and slippery feeling along the way, like a mollusk crawling slowly.

Qisi raised his hand and touched his Adam's apple. The muscles under his fingertips trembled and squirmed. He could feel the struggle of the flesh inside, as if he had swallowed a live loach alive.

The fishy smell irritated the tip of the nose vaguely, as if coming from the body, but disappeared without a trace in an instant, like an hallucination.

Qisi looked down at his right hand. For a moment, the outline of the skin appeared as a phantom, blurred, as if some kind of mucus was surging, and there was faint black smoke escaping around him.

The situation is clear: if you don't eat sacred meat, you will face a short-term crisis of immediate death; if you eat sacred meat, you will face a long-term crisis of unknown consequences.

Survival is not easy, the road is dangerous at both ends, and every choice is just a big gamble.

Unless new factors are introduced into the game model, or the position of one party in the game jumps out of the original model.

Zeiss's eyes once again fell on the incomprehensible red letters on the system interface.

What happened in the dream? It really makes people have to care...