Infinite spooky game

Chapter 39: Meat Eating ([-]) Village Chief

"I...can I not go?" Zhou Yilin, who was huddled in the corner of the courtyard, suddenly said with a trembling voice, "I can stay here and search the main house while Su Po is not around..."

"Sister, if you don't go, where will you go to prepare the meat?" Zhang Licai on the side couldn't help but persuaded, "Even if the rest of us agree, we may not be able to care if something happens. Your share."

Zhou Yilin raised her hand and wiped her eyes indiscriminately, her voice was crying: "I really dare not go out...don't worry about me, just let me stay here, okay?"

Half of Zhao Feng's foot was about to reach the door, and now he rubbed his hair irritably, then turned his head and spit on the ground: "I know how to cry all day long, who is used to you?"

Zhou Yilin was startled by his roar and cried even louder.

"If you don't want to go, just stay. Don't wander around." Yang Yundong finally made the decision. He stopped paying attention to the crying girl, straightened the knife on his back, and pushed out the door.

Qisi glanced at Zhou Yilin lightly.

Rationally speaking, staying alone in Su Po's house is no safer than going out to explore.

This girl is a bit suspicious.

However, Qi Si never had the good intentions to meddle in other people's business, he stepped out of the courtyard door on his own, and glanced towards the west of the village seemingly casually.

The scenes in the distance are all submerged in the billowing mist. Combined with Yang Yundong's previous mention of "lost in the fog", it can be judged that the west of the village is not suitable for exploring during the day.

It seems that the only way to go to the village chief's house is to follow the army.

In the courtyard, Zhou Yilin was still concentrating on wiping her tears, unaware of the considering eyes of others.

At this point, no one cares about someone falling behind.The players left the house one after another. A gust of wind came, and the courtyard door behind them closed with a bang, just as tight as when they came.

Zhang Lizai, the timidest among them, shivered and almost jumped up.

Fortunately, the strange wind only blew for a while and then stopped. Yang Yundong, the leader, walked steadily and reassuringly.

The team of seven people scattered and followed the map's instructions and walked in the direction of the village chief's house.

The best solution may be to split up, but no one is willing to pin their hopes for survival on the kindness of others.The players tacitly understood that it was better to get the divine meat themselves, which was a matter of life and death.

The roads in the village are winding and winding, and the ground without paving stones is dusty. Perhaps it is because it has not rained for many days. The weeds beside the roads are dry and white, and the hair on the earth is lifeless and dying.

The sloping houses on both sides are dilapidated and messy, crowded together into clusters, like rubbish piled haphazardly.

Dark windows are embedded in the door wall, and the yellowed walls are peeling off in pieces. Old skin generally accumulates on the blackened ground, nourishing scavenging bacteria in the darkness.

After walking for a while, we bypassed a pond and found the location of the village chief's house marked on the map.

The village chief's house is slightly larger than Su Po's, but equally dilapidated.Most of the paint on the exterior walls peeled off, revealing the dull masonry walls.

The tiles on the roof were badly broken. Perhaps they were disturbed by the footsteps, and suddenly they slid down, making a "crackling" sound.For a moment, Zeiss felt as if the mansion had come alive. He was silently watching the players walk into it, waiting for them to fall into the trap.

Under the tiles, the mottled door is locked tightly, and its orientation is slightly shifted, just staggered by the morning sun, hidden in the shadows, conveying a kind of cold association.

Zhu Ling frowned, took a few steps on the left and right of the house gate, and said: "Sitting facing north, near the water and under the shade, the Feng Shui of this house is extremely bad, even the most uneducated Feng Shui master would not set the address like this. "

Qi Si didn't know Feng Shui, and he glanced at it a few times on weekdays, but he wasn't very interested.He walked directly to the gate and glanced at the lock hanging above it.It was the most common kind of mechanical lock. Although the rust had climbed up the keyhole, it could still be opened.

So, he pushed Yang Yundong aside who was about to kick the door, took out the wire from the bracelet, put it into the keyhole and fiddled with it twice.My hands were immediately stained with rust. I don't know if it was a psychological effect or something else, but I felt a little itchy.

The iron lock opened with a "click" and fell to the ground, causing Yang Yundong's eyes to darken a little.

As if he didn't realize it, Qi Si took a step back, moved Yang Yundong in front of him, and said with a smile: "Brother Yang, please go first."

Yang Yundong nodded briefly, pushed the door open and entered without comment.

When the other players saw the door open, they followed a few steps behind. Seeing that Yang Yundong, who was leading the group, was not in any danger, they dared to cross the threshold with their heads crossed.

It seems that no one has lived in this house for a long time. The huge black curtain above the head used to block the sun has become loose. The strange thing is that the shading effect is good. It casts a huge shadow and shrouds the entire yard. Frost-white weeds grow wantonly along the cracks in the ground. There are weird dewdrops hanging on it, densely packed like eyes.

The low buildings on both sides had already collapsed, and the broken bricks were scattered all over the floor, and there was a "creaking" sound when one stepped on it.Only the main house facing the door wall is still intact, but the windows are all covered with paper, and the situation inside cannot be seen from the outside.

Holding Pu Dao in his hand, Yang Yundong walked towards the main house step by step.His steps are steady, his figure is slightly arched, like a prowling cheetah, always vigilant.

Keith also held the blade between his fingers, and then approached the main house.In the stagnant atmosphere, he stared at the back of the former's neck in a daze, and his thoughts recalled Chang Xu's tall and thin figure for no reason.

He suddenly missed those "teammates" from the previous dungeon. If the quality of this teammate is as high as the previous one, he might be able to paddle with Zhou Yilin in Su Po's mansion at this moment, and wait for the tool man to take the god's flesh. bring back.

"Fake!" Allen in the middle of the team suddenly shouted, and everyone stopped in their tracks and turned their attention to the source of the sound.

The Caucasian youth wiped his face with his hand, and then raised his right hand, which was stained with something unknown, in front of him: "What is this? It just dripped on my face, and it's sticky."

"It's a shock, you're afraid you won't scare anyone, right?" The tattooed woman complained dissatisfiedly, but she still leaned over and took a look, "I don't know what it is, it looks like snot."

Zeiss had no intention of joining in the fun. He stood there and looked from a distance. He could clearly see that Allen's hand was covered with a ball of flesh-colored mucus, which had the texture of grease and looked like meat scraped from a living creature. , at this moment, it is like life, slowly squirming and flowing.

The sticky modality gives people a very uncomfortable feeling. It is said to be scary, but it is more like disgusting.If he got caught by this thing, Qiss felt that he would immediately commit suicide on the spot.

Allen suddenly trembled, as if he was possessed by a nightmare, and stared at the mucus on his hands, a look of obsession slowly appeared on his face.

He murmured "It smells so good" and suddenly raised his hand to his mouth, stretched out his tongue and licked the back of his hand covered in mucus, as if it were some rare delicacy.

Anyone with a discerning eye knew that something was wrong with him. Zhao Feng, who was closest to him, was the first to react and slapped his face. Even so, his tongue still touched a few drops of mucus.

His eyes are sometimes awake and sometimes dim, he protects his hand like protecting food, sticks out his tongue, and makes a gesture to lick it again.

"What's going on?" Zhao Feng cursed, and slapped him again, the crisp sound of "slap" was especially harsh in the silence.

Allen was stunned by these blows, his eyes finally regained clarity, the muscles on his cheeks twitched violently, his right shoulder trembled, and the mucus on his hands fell to the ground.

The ball of slime fell to the ground, and as if it had found a point of strength, fine arms and legs sprouted from below, slowly crawling into the shadows.

Finally realizing what he had just licked, the white young man bent over and retched, howling loudly: "God! What the hell is this?"

No one could answer him, and Qis raised his head to look at the curtain above his head that was used as a ceiling. He suddenly realized that the reason why no light penetrated into the house was not because of the thickness of the curtain itself, but because of the thickness of the other covering on the thin fabric. A layer of mucus acts as a cover.

The other players also raised their heads and looked around. The curtain above their heads broke through several holes at some point, and balls of flesh-colored mucus dripped down.Fortunately, the speed is not fast, and the players can avoid it before being touched.

But the slime was still moving after it hit the ground, and gradually hooked into a piece on the ground. It was conceivable that within 5 minutes, there was no place to stay in the entire courtyard.

To make matters worse, the rich aroma spread in the air like threads, arousing the player's sense of smell and appetite. Not only Alan, Zhang Licai and the tattooed woman also showed salivation in their eyes.

"Hurry up, take the divine meat and leave!" Yang Yundong sensed the danger and his face darkened.

He raised his foot and kicked open the door of the main room, holding the simple knife in front of him.

However, his footsteps stopped abruptly in front of the threshold, and he even took half a step back reflexively.

On the bed in the center of the main room, there was a huge sarcoma that was as tall as a person and half as wide as a person. Mucus like candle tears flowed across the surface, and the blood-colored striped veins twitched like breathing.

The mucus overflowed from the skin to the bed, and then dripped from the edge of the bed like a waterfall, turning into countless streams and spreading on the ground, climbing up the doorpost like a creeper, climbing to the ceiling made of curtains, and spreading out again .

The mucus that the players saw before is clearly an extension of the sarcoma's limbs!
The strong smell of meat exploded suddenly, filling the surrounding air.

Zeiss swallowed, and he saw that the top of the sarcoma was embedded with a vague old face, the nose and mouth were mixed with mucus, and only two eyes were staring straight at the door.

It kept repeating its ventriloquism-like moaning murmur: "We killed gods, we are guilty...go to the ancestral hall and worship in order to atone for our sins..."

"You have eaten God, and you are also guilty...you have eaten me, and you will suffer retribution together..."

This guy should be the village chief.

Qi Si raised his hand and pressed his temple, trying his best to remember the village chief's murmur in his mind, and reason told him that it was a very important clue.

There is a fog in front of my eyes, my thoughts are so chaotic, and the specific words fall into the ocean of thinking and are difficult to settle.

He suddenly had a strong idea that the village chief's meat must be delicious, so delicious that he really wanted to take a bite...

(End of this chapter)