Infinite spooky game

Chapter 154 Qingming Festival

On Qingming Festival, Liu Pu got up early and drove a taxi for about an hour and a half. As soon as he finished the trip, he was sent a long-distance order by the order-taking APP.

The starting point is Jinjiang Community, Xiacheng District, and the destination is Qijia Village, Jincheng.

As soon as he saw this familiar address, Liu Pu remembered the strange experience of taking an order last time, and his eyelids twitched.

It seems that he was also in this area at the time. He picked up a young man and sent him to Jincheng. After the order was over, he not only had no memory of what happened during the period, but when he wanted to tell others about this strange incident, he also spat out every word. Not coming out.

Thinking about it now, he still feels evil.

"It can't be such a coincidence, right? There are eight billion people in the world, so it's normal for the routes to overlap..."

Liu Pu comforted himself, adjusted the steering wheel, and drove all the way to the location pointed by the navigation system.

After stopping for a while, I saw a young man in a white shirt and black trousers walking loosely from a distance, with a gloomy and pale face that looked particularly familiar.

"No way? No way? It should be just passing by, right?"

Liu Pu muttered in his mind, but watched helplessly as the young man dragged his suitcase and carried a rectangular box like a coffin as he got closer and closer.

The young man opened the car door and stuffed the large and small bags into the back seat of the car. Then he sat in and held the coffin box sideways in his arms.

Liu Pu observed the young man's every move through the rearview mirror, and his eyes finally fell on the coffin box. He had countless weird thoughts in an instant, and even wondered whether there was really a corpse inside.

Qisi noticed Liu Pu's scrutinizing gaze, raised his eyes and smiled at him: "Good morning, have I seen you?"

"Good morning, little brother." Liu Pu quickly looked away and asked in a natural tone, "You have so many things, do you want to put them in the trunk?"

"No." Qisi was still smiling, "I'd better keep it with me for peace of mind."

……

It was already 1:30 in the afternoon when we arrived at Qijia Village. Qisi only ate a piece of bread when he got up in the morning, but he didn't feel hungry at this time.

He rolled down the window and looked at the heavy fog rising on the road ahead, and said calmly: "Just stop here, we can't pass in front."

Liu Pu naturally had no objection and immediately stepped on the foot brake.

The taxi stopped on the side of the road, and Qisi got out of the car with a large bag on his back and walked straight into the billowing fog. When I looked back, the people and things in the direction I came from were gone.

Clusters of white fog blocked the road and turned into cold water droplets that condensed on the body, wrapping people as if they were substantial.

A faint smell of blood was carried by Liu Lan. Looking along the source, he could see several black figures lying on the ground not far away, probably corpses that died on the roadside.

Everything in front of him was the same as the scene in Double Happiness Town, which caused a faint sense of familiarity, which made Qiss feel at ease. He raised the corners of his lips and asked softly: "Xu Yao, are you there?"

The wind blew whimpers, and if you listen closely, it seemed to be just the sound of air moving the trees. The white mist dispersed a little, and a road faintly appeared in front of you.

Qisi walked on the road that had been cleaned of mist, moving step by step towards his destination. A smiling female voice suddenly sounded in his ears: "You walk so slowly."

"It's heavy." Qisi said in a matter-of-fact tone, "Why don't you take it to my house and put it away for me?"

Xu Yao: "..."

Two seconds later, two paper figures in red clothes came staggering on the wind, standing on the left and right next to Qiss, holding up the coffin box he was carrying.

The weight on his back was much lighter, and Qisi quickened his pace, and soon passed through a bunch of crooked old houses and stood in front of the two-story building left behind after his uncle and aunt died.

The door opened without any wind, and blood as thick as jam crossed the threshold and slowly flowed at the door.

Smelling the strong smell of blood, Qisi's breathing became much faster, and as soon as he took a look, he saw an extremely ugly male corpse.

This man seemed to have experienced a horrifying scene before his death. His eyes widened in horror, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets. The joints of his arms were weirdly bent, and his lower body was almost shattered, as if he had fallen from a high place.

Qisi moved closer and smelled the moisture at the bottom of the dank well, so he knew that the man had fallen into the well and died.

He stepped over the corpses lying across the door and continued walking in. He saw eleven corpses neatly arranged in the center of the living room. The oldest's hair was completely white and his skin was wrinkled like a ball of paper. The youngest was no more than an adult. Her arms are so long, she looks like she hasn't even gone to elementary school yet.

"What does this mean? You killed people and still piled them together to claim credit from me?" Qisi looked at the statue of the God of Joy placed in the corner and asked with a half-smile.

The statue of the God of Joy remained silent, as if he had not heard anything.

Qisi pondered for a moment and sighed: "Clean up this place. If it continues to pile up, it will rot and stink."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than twenty paper figures lined up in two teams, filed in from outside the door, and dragged the body out, apparently under Xu Yao's instructions.

Zeiss sat on the sofa and watched the Paper Man expertly get into the utility room, take out mops, brooms and rags, stand or squat, and clumsily deal with the blood stains on the floor.

For no reason, he remembered the scene of his cousin turning into a fierce ghost and killing his uncle and aunt six years ago, and he couldn't help but frown.

He thought for no reason that this old house could now be called a haunted house. Two families who once lived here died tragically. If word spreads, this place will become a perfect place for paranormal enthusiasts a hundred years later.

In less than ten minutes, the paper people had cleared the ground and dissipated in the wisps of white mist.

Qisi felt a little hungry, so he looked at the statue of the God of Joy again: "Xu Yao, can your paper man cook?"

Xu Yao: "..."

Half an hour later, a figure who looked like Mrs. Xu emerged from the thick fog, holding a bowl of white rice with pickles and placing it in front of Qisi.

Zeiss has never been too picky about his food. He finished his lunch hastily, returned the bowl to Mrs. Xu who was waiting next to him, and then climbed up to the second floor that had been blocked for a long time.

Because it was rumored that his uncle's family died on the second floor, the villagers who occupied this house only dared to move around on the first floor. They installed an iron gate at the stairway of the second floor and posted several photos to deceive themselves. Yellow Talisman.

Qisi tore off the talisman paper on the door and used a thin wire to pry open the lock of the iron door. As soon as he opened the door, his face was covered with dust.

So he shouted again: "Xu Yao——"

The paper people appeared again, and after a lot of trouble, they finally cleaned the second floor.

Qisi walked into the small room where he once lived, took out the bedding and mattress from the suitcase, and spread them on the single bed.

He went to the next door to the room, opened the coffin box, took out the two skeletons, and laid them flat on the bed.

On April 4, the statue of the God of Joy was mailed to Qijia Village on time. After sensing that the express delivery had been opened, Qisi immediately activated the effect remotely, turning the entire Qijia Village into a ghostland.

All day long on April 4, the villagers, organized by the village chief, ran around in disbelief, and most of them died.

The death of companions arouses the feeling that things harm their own kind, and fear and despair quickly marinate the crowd. Everyone will be an excellent condiment for evil, waiting for the culprit to pick it up.

On April 4th, which is today, Qisi estimated that Qijia Village was almost transformed by ghosts, so he slowly moved in.

From now on, this is his home court. Hundreds of terrifying ghosts are wreaking havoc here, turning this place into a strange place exactly like Double Happiness Town in reality.

The two endings of the "Double Happiness Town" copy made it very clear that this was a regional weird event, and the danger level was at least B level.

Solving this level of weirdness is not worth the gain, and Shuangxi Town will have to wait until public opinion ferments before it can be dealt with, let alone Qijia Village, which is located in the corner of the corner. Even if there are some unsighted investigators who want to come over and cause trouble, they still have to see if they can break through the ghost blockade.

Qisi recalled the corpses he saw along the way. He expected that there must be a lot of evil in childbirth, and he couldn't help but feel hopeful.

He lay on the bed, letting his consciousness sink into darkness and return to the game space.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw countless black smoke rushing through the void. The originally dim and old temple seemed to be nourished by sin, and the murals on the walls and ceiling were brightly colored and radiant.

Qis watched the lively sin with great interest for a while, then took out the Poseidon Scepter from the toolbar and held it in his hand.

The black smoke seemed to have finally found its home, rushing towards the scepter one after another, carving a crescent-shaped pattern on the white trident. If you look closely, it looks like the tentacles of an evil god, twisted and weird.

When the sins are scattered in the form of black smoke, they seem to be numerous, but when they touch the scepter, they only outline a single stroke and then disappear.

The temple became clean and spacious in a few breaths. Qisi's pupils dilated and narrowed, and broken words were reflected in his eyes like a dream.

[Sin... Poseidon's scepter has absorbed sin... plenty of sin...]

The prompt text does not belong to a weird game, but it has the same origin and similarities. It is more like an abandoned case that was once smashed and was dug out of the ocean of redundant information when the system failed.

Zeiss seemed to see the shadow of a huge golden eye, staring at him calmly through the yellow clouds and the gilded ocean.

After just looking at each other for a moment, countless mixed thoughts poured into his mind uncontrollably, filling up the palace of his thoughts and overflowing from the gaps in his soul.

Thousands of different voices symphony in unison. He clearly couldn't hear any words, nor could he understand the language that didn't belong to any country, but he could clearly understand one meaning:

“Rules feed on sin.”

Rules feed on sin, and gods collect the sins of all living beings, so rules feed on gods...

He has been dead for a long time, and even his divine body was swallowed by a higher being. He still did not die, but felt hungry because he had not eaten for a long time, and his consciousness fell asleep in endless waiting.

Until he tasted the taste of sin again, he finally woke up, and his incomplete consciousness began to scream eternal greed. He wanted more...

The Poseidon's scepter trembled violently, and Qiss felt that his consciousness was being torn apart and reorganized. His soul was peeled off layer by layer and scattered to all angles. From all directions, far or near, he looked at his body sitting stiffly on the high ground. Sitting on the back of the chair, the black tentacles extending from the scepter were wrapped around his arms and neck.

The phantom of the tentacles extended from the hand holding the handle of the staff into the blood vessels, crawling and spreading unimpeded among the various meridians and cavities. The suction cup extended new tentacles and rooted into the flesh, occupying every new territory.

"Seize the body."

Qisi suddenly thought of a word.

He seemed to naturally know what he should do, and the way to escape from the crisis became increasingly clear at the bottom of his consciousness as his soul withdrew, like ancient memories engraved in genetic coding.

He walked over, held his physical hand from the other side, and led it to touch the golden vines hanging down his side.

In an instant, just like a person who fell into the water had a fulcrum, his consciousness returned to his body again. The pressure and suffocation on his body disappeared, and the tentacles and words were almost invisible.

The body returned to the control of the soul, and Poseidon's tentacles were forced back to the scepter. Qisi breathed rapidly, watching the strangeness in front of him fade away little by little, and his vision slowly settled over time.

The temple returned to calm once again, as if nothing had happened. In the silence, you could even hear your heart beating wildly, once, once...

After a long silence, Qiss chuckled: "Didn't the contract say that other than Him, no other being can enter here without permission? What's the situation with Poseidon? Because I took His scepter, does that count as me inviting Him in? ?”

The danger has passed, but it is enough to send a bad warning.

Weighing the benefits of pretending to be a god against the risk of being killed by the Poseidon, which one is greater is a question.

Although Qisi is willing to bet his own life in the face of huge interests, it is obvious that the current bargaining chip offered by Poseidon is not enough.

Zeiss threw the scepter back into the toolbar and looked sideways at the golden vine that had just saved his life.

Among the clusters of four leaves, a golden apple is looming. Because it has just grown, it is only half the size of a hand. It sways shyly as the eyes touch it, which is really cute.

Qisi tentatively reached out to touch the apple, and the corresponding characters suddenly appeared in front of his eyes——

[Fruit of the World (corresponding coordinates: Qijia Village)]

"Is it because I turned Qijia Village into a ghost land and essentially controlled this land?"

Qisi felt the fruit of the world pulling him vaguely, so he relaxed and allowed his consciousness to sink in.

Heavy golden light spots swam on both sides of the field of vision, bursts of mist condensed and dispersed, and in front of them was the floor plan of Qijia Village.

Ziss gained a bird's-eye view and was able to zoom in and out with his thoughts.

Paper figures patrolling the road, corpses on both sides of the fields, birds and animals, even maggots and flies, he learned countless pieces of information within his field of vision.

It can no longer be said to be "seeing", it should be felt or "understood".

Each frame contains tens of thousands of elements, and those elements are composed of thousands of tiny branches and vines. High-precision details and a wide range of global cognition simultaneously turn into tides flowing through the mind, anytime and anywhere. All available.

Qisi's thoughts moved, and then he saw hundreds of familiar faces.

The woman whose husband died was sitting in the corner, huddled, with tears on her face, but she gritted her teeth and waved her kitchen knife at the laughing paper figures outside the window.

The child trapped among the graves was surrounded by the corpses of his parents in the center. While tightly holding on to the stiff hands of his parents, he stared at the statue of the bride and faced it.

The elderly man closed the doors and windows, took out all the red cloth he could find in the house, pasted it on the windows, sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice at the door, and muttered something...

Qisi seems to be sometimes the master of the ghost realm, and sometimes the ghost realm itself, able to know the people who pass by and what happens in every corner of this place.

Including...the past, the present, and...the future.

The golden vines swayed on the side of the face, letting him know the information beyond the stage of telling.

He suddenly realized what he could do to these people, and even extend the tentacles of weird games to them.

What interesting things will happen to people who have survived two days in the ghost realm and entered the weird game?

Thinking of this, Qiss smiled happily.

He lowered his eyes and declared word by word: "My name is Qi, and I am the main god of weird games..."

In Qijia Village, all the remaining villagers heard a solemn voice ringing in their ears. At the same time, all the ghosts' actions are frozen at that moment.

They subconsciously looked up at the sky and saw golden vines hanging from the sky, accompanied by the instructive oracle:

"Now, you have two choices."

"Be troubled by ghosts forever and die in reality; or, as a player, enter a weird game."

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(End of this chapter)