Infinite spooky game

Chapter 40 Carnivorous ([-]) Daylight
The scene in front of him was covered with a layer of faint red, and the color was overturned into dirty clumps, overflowing on the dark background.

Qi Si felt that he was split into two halves, and half of him was screaming crazily, giving up resistance, just sinking, and obeying instinct;
Another half of him rose to the top of his head as if his soul had come out of his body, frozen in the sky, looked down at his body from a height, and described the objective scene to him sternly and jokingly.

'At this moment you are in a nightmare illusion, the smell of meat you smell is the rotten stench, and the soup you are obsessed with is the pus from the corpse. '

The superior man said to him in a mysterious tone, like a divine decree.

In an instant, he looked at a pair of scarlet eyes through many demons and ghosts, and the chaotic darkness in the depths of the ocean of consciousness seemed to be split by a golden light, and rationality once again dominated.

Qisi bowed his waist and laughed lowly: "If I really put that thing into my mouth, I'm afraid I would be so disgusted that I would kill myself on the spot... In comparison, I still feel that living is better."

The pungent stench hits the face, which is the original smell of mucus all over the floor.Qi Si was glad that he woke up in time, and didn't really take a bite out of the sarcoma that the village head turned into.

The smell of meat has long since dissipated, leaving only the stench of pus, which makes people feel nauseous. The consciousness gradually wakes up under multiple stimuli, and the complicated images slowly settle down.

Keith was leaning on the door frame, and the momentary loss of strength made it difficult for him to stand upright, so he could only use the wooden structure to support his body.

The situation of the other players was even worse. Yang Yundong, Zhao Feng, and Zhu Ling were staggering and limp. Fortunately, they were still conscious. Although there was saliva from the corners of their mouths, they didn't actually eat the mucus.

The tattooed girl and Zhang Licai couldn't help reaching out to grab the mucus on the ground, and were about to send it to their mouths. They pushed and pulled with extremely anxious hands, and seemed to be struggling with willpower.

Allen was lying completely on the ground, greedily sticking out his tongue to lick the mucus flowing on the surface.He swallowed the mucus in large gulps, his throat rolling as he swallowed it all.

Chase saw flesh-colored pus ooze from his body, not unlike the surface of the sarcoma in the main house.His limbs shrank like melting, and gradually lost their original shape, and merged with the mucus on the ground.

Soon, only his upper body and head were left lying on the ground, his mouth still swallowing in a big way.

Realizing that Qi Si was looking at him, he raised his head, his eyes full of confusion: "Why don't you eat? Aren't you hungry?"

He said, slowly flowing in the direction of Qi Si.

"I'm not hungry, so don't eat either." Qis took a step back, looking around, looking for a way to leave, "Don't you realize that something is wrong?"

Allen's head chuckled: "What's wrong? It's delicious..."

He buried his head again and gnawed at the slime on the ground.

At the same time, it seemed to realize that Qisi was not affected, and clusters of flesh-colored slime rushed towards the main house, climbing up Qisi's heels.

The gate of the house in the distance was closed at some point, and the gap between the gate was also blocked by semi-solid mucus.The ground as far as the eye could see was covered with a flesh-colored film, which moved flexibly, blocking all conceivable escape routes.

It suddenly occurred to Qi Si that if the seven of them were all confessed to the village chief's house, Zhou Yilin, who dared not go out, would undoubtedly become the beneficiary of the guaranteed death toll mechanism and pass the level in a daze.

Out of a sense of humor that only he could understand, he thought a little amusedly: Zhou Yilin is so lucky, maybe she can try to buy a lottery ticket when she returns to reality.

Of course, at this moment, Qi Si did not intend to lie down and die.

The current situation seems to be a dead end, but it is by no means unsolvable.Those theorists who study weird games in the forum have come to the conclusion that all the crises in the novice pool dungeon have solutions, it's just a difference in difficulty.

The crux of the current predicament lies in the village chief, as long as he finds a way to get rid of the village chief, the situation can be broken.

Keith maintained an almost indifferent calm, looking around silently, fragmented pictures and scenes flashed back in front of his eyes, like silhouettes of photos.

The ceiling that blocks the sun, the main room with the windows covered, the sarcoma curled up on the bed...

Villagers only come out at night...

The clues are arranged in an orderly manner, and the hints are already very clear.

Keith noticed that there was a huge window facing south in the main house, which was papered airtight, but it could be easily broken through with force from the middle.

The south side faces the sun.

The moment the deduction was completed in thinking, and the action reacted quickly, Qi Si snatched the simple knife from the hand of Yang Yundong, who was collapsed at the side, and threw it to the south-facing window behind the sarcoma.

With ten percent effort, Pu Dao turned into a gray shadow and stabbed at the window lattice. With a "pop", a hole was opened in the window, followed by the sound of "cracking" glass shattering.

The pale sunlight shines in from the outside. Although it is weak and weak, it still means a ray of light.

The originally dark and cold main house was illuminated, and the sunshine without warmth shone equally and fairly on every part of the house. The dark, smooth, mixed, and pure parts were all bathed in the soft sunlight.

An ear-piercing scream resounded loudly, and the end sound quickly weakened at a speed perceptible to the human ear, and finally turned into a powerless moan.

The sarcomatoid village head collapsed like a balloon that had been sucked out of air, and his flesh-colored body surface quickly became transparent.The half-melted face ferociously contorted various expressions, like anger, like fear.The mouth that was almost integrated with the body opened and closed, murmuring something.

Qisi leaned over and listened carefully, and only heard a short sentence: "God cursed us..."

He had to listen to his last words for a while longer, but the village chief's sarcoma had completely melted into a puddle of translucent fluid, which was crystal clear in the sunlight, and the backlight showed the appearance of a white gel, just like what Su Po had brought out last night. That pot of divine meat.

Qi Si seemed to have thought of some novel joke, the corners of his lips raised uncontrollably.He took a step forward, pulled out the jammed simple knife from the south-facing window, and scratched the gel made by the village head, as expected, a golden liquid flowed out from the opening.

At this point, it can be confirmed that the village chief has completely become the sacred meat that the players need, which is pollution-free and edible.

Qi Si gave up suppressing himself, bent over and laughed out loud on the spot.

After laughing for a while, he turned back to the door of the main house with a simple knife and saw Yang Yundong still lying limply on the ground.

The moment the sun shone into the house, the confusion caused by the sarcoma and mucus stopped abruptly, and the players' minds began to recover slowly, but it would take a while to fully recover their ability to move.

In the huge house, only Qisi could stand upright.

In other words, he is now killing these players.

After realizing this, Qi Si lowered his eyes to look at the Pu Dao in his right hand, with his left hand resting on the side of his leg, knocking on and off.

He thought about it seriously.

As long as you kill all these people and then go back to Su Po's house to kill Zhou Yilin, you will undoubtedly trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism and clear the level directly.

But this is equivalent to giving up cracking the world view. After all, after becoming the only survivor, many death points that contain clues will not be triggered.

The dungeon will end in four days, and there are many mechanisms that require human lives to be verified. It would be too wasteful to kill them all here.

What's more, the old players who entered the dungeon for the third time, I don't know if there will be a backup, if they are forced to fight to the death, the loss outweighs the gain.

It only took a second to think about all the details, and Qisi curled up the corners of his mouth to reveal a gentle and harmless smile.

He half-closed his eyes to hide the malice overflowing from his eyes, and threw the simple knife in his hand back to Yang Yundong's side.

"Thank you Brother Yang for borrowing the knife. The knife is very useful." Under the sun, the young man smiled brightly, with shallow dimples, sweeping away the previous gloom, and looked exceptionally sunny.

Yang Yundong caught the Pu Dao and let out a deep breath.

He looked up into Qi Si's eyes and whispered, "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)