Infinite spooky game

Chapter 45 Carnivorous ([-]) Ancestral Hall
Except for Qi Si and Yang Yundong who lived alone in a room last night, everyone else lived in pairs like the first night.

The players came out of the room one after another. Although most of them had dark circles under their eyes and looked bad, there were no new scars on their bodies.

It seemed that only Yang Yundong and Qisi encountered ghosts last night.

After seeing Yang Yundong with a broken left arm, Zhou Yilin started crying again, unable to speak a complete sentence, like a frightened bird.

Yang Yundong seemed to have never heard of it. He looked around at the four players who came out and asked, "Did you encounter any problems last night?"

The players looked at each other.

"No, I've already eaten the divine meat. What could happen?"

"I've been sleeping since last night."

Everyone's expression was suitably confused, with no trace of deception at all.

Yang Yundong sighed: "Last night, Qi Si and I both encountered ghosts. If I hadn't accumulated a few life-saving props, I'm afraid we wouldn't be alive today."

He paused and continued: "Please disclose the contents of the travel brochure. I suspect that the clues we each obtained are different."

Perhaps it was because Yang Yundong's wound was too hideous, or maybe his tone was unquestionable. At this moment, no one raised any objections, and they all went back to the room to get the travel brochure.

Qi Si stood beside Yang Yundong and collected the travel brochures one by one.

On the title page of the newly collected travel brochure, four lines of poetry are written:

[One person does not occupy the house, enters the shrine and does not stay alone]

【If there is a new dead ghost, relatives should not cry】

Compared with Qisi's and Yang Yundong's travel brochures, there is only one discrepancy.

"One person" and "two people" are just one word different, but they lead to completely different results.

If Qiss hadn't used the tape recorder in time to create a bug, the player camp would have lost numbers again.

The facts were already clear, and Zhang Licai murmured in a low voice: "The horizontal line above the 'two' was probably added later. Who can be so wicked?"

Yang Yundong was noncommittal, with a look of disappointment on his stone-like face: "I thought we could be united..."

He didn't say anything else. Zhao Feng frowned and asked, "Do you suspect that some of us have done something?"

Yang Yundong didn't deny it, and glanced at Zhou Yilin and Zhu Ling.

"Maybe it's a false clue left by a weird game, trying to sow discord." Zhu Ling smiled and said, "I saw it on the forum a few days ago, saying that some dungeons will deliberately give false clues..."

"That's right, but what good does this do for the weird game?" Qis deliberately made the situation even more chaotic.

He spoke at the right time, with a sincere look on his face, as if he was really confused by this.

"If I were the designer of a weird game and wanted to kill players, the best solution would be to hide false clues in dangerous places, then disclose their location to everyone, let them desperately ask for a piece of waste paper, and tell the above I'm sure of my record. That's more fun, isn't it?"

"Who knows?" Zhu Ling retorted, "If there was really a mole who manipulated the clues, why did he only change half of the clues?"

Qi Si stroked his fingers and counted with a smile: "There are several possibilities..."

"The meal is ready, come and eat!" The argument between the players was interrupted by Su Po's yelling not far away.

It's breakfast time.

The players basically didn't have any appetite, and everyone left the table after eating a few mouthfuls of steamed buns.

Seeing others leaving the table, Qiss had no idea of ​​continuing to eat.Although he had a good appetite, he didn't want to appear independent at this juncture.

Yang Yundong stood alone at the door, his rock-like back lonely and silent, his shadow elongated in the morning sun, and with only one arm left, he looked particularly sad.

This picture is quite aesthetic, and Qi Si became a little interested for no reason, and even re-evaluated the value of this companion.

He walked a few steps quickly and stood next to Yang Yundong, and said calmly: "Brother Yang, let's cooperate."

Yang Yundong came to his senses, turned around with a frown, and saw Qisi, his eyes full of inquiry.

Qisi faced the hawk-like scrutinizing gaze without any hesitation. Instead, he curved his lips and said, "You should have seen that there are only three days left, and there are only six of us left. There is a high probability that some of us are already planning to kill them." Other players will trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism."

"As the actual leader, you must bear the brunt. In order to cause the chaos they expect, the speculators will definitely find a way to deal with you who is in charge of the situation. Of course, there is also me who can't figure out the details."

"This time, you and I escaped by chance; next time, we probably won't be so lucky."

Some accepted facts, with appropriate exaggeration, are easily convincing.

Seeing the thoughtful look on Yang Yundong's face, Qisi lowered his eyes and showed a hint of weakness: "Brother Yang, I don't want to die. Everything I did before was just to survive..."

Yang Yundong was silent for two seconds and said with a wry smile: "I will cooperate with you, and then what? Exclude other players first, and then you and Zhao Feng will control me?"

Qi Si didn't have the embarrassment of being exposed, as if he had expected it a long time ago, and showed his face brightly: "As expected of Brother Yang, it seems that you don't know anything about conspiracy."

He shook his head while laughing: "But so what? Cooperate with me and strike first, you can at least survive, can't you?"

Yang Yundong was silent for a moment, as if he had made a decision, and said in a calm tone: "I was injured and can't play a greater role in the team. You should also know that when you encounter a death point, the best thing is to fill it with my life." the best solution."

Qi Si suppressed his smile a little, and the banter in his eyes turned into pity: "So, what is your choice?"

Under the pale morning light, Yang Yundong took a deep breath and spit it out again.

"I refuse to cooperate with you." After he finished speaking, he turned his back and strode out of the courtyard gate.

Unexpected and reasonable results, things have developed to the present, and the future has already been written.

There are always people who are carrion vultures, hiding in dark places to fish in troubled waters; and there are always lone wolves who think they are right and don't want to be with vultures.

People in the world are often unable to break through the trap of heroism. They are caught in the trap, trapped in the trap, and walk towards the tragic ending with their chests high.

Qi Si finally couldn't hold back, bent over and hilariously laughed out loud.The development of things beyond the plan is really interesting, and it still brings him a lot of freshness until now.

He laughed for a while, then stopped out of breath, and whispered in a voice that only he could hear: "If there is no accident, Yang Yundong, farewell."

……

Not long after, the players gathered outside the courtyard.

A crisis of confidence has emerged, but everyone is tacitly silent about it.

Led by Yang Yundong, the six players walked towards the ancestral hall along the direction indicated by the map.

The sun has not yet fully risen above the roof, and dust is flying on the dirt road under the white sky.

The houses on both sides are dilapidated, and the further you go, the more decayed and old they become.Weeds flooded the ruined mud wall, and broken bricks and tiles were scattered in the mud.

The players walked around the locust tree and stopped in front of a house.

To the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall in Su's village is tall and beautiful, with two big red lanterns hanging under the eaves, the colors are bright, and it is incompatible with the dilapidated village.

The doorposts and window lattices are exquisitely carved, and even the paint is clearly brand new, but it gives people a gloomy and gloomy feeling from a distance.

Zhu Ling frowned and said: "The feng shui of this ancestral hall is very strange. The locust tree planted in front of the door attracts evil spirits. The door opens to the east and west, and the evil spirits linger. It seems to be suppressing something."

Zhang Licai trembled when he was told, "Big girl, don't scare me, I don't know Feng Shui or anything..."

While the two were chatting, Qisi had already walked to Yang Yundong and used a wire to open the lock on the door knocker.

He raised his hand to pull the vermilion door of the ancestral hall. He thought it would waste all his strength, but he didn't expect that he just pulled the door knocker and the door opened by itself.

It's like being blown away by the wind.

A smile appeared on Qisi's lips: "I didn't expect them to be so enthusiastic and eager to invite us in."

Yang Yundong glanced at him lightly, turned his head to look ahead, and lifted his foot across the threshold.

Zeiss followed.

The interior of the ancestral hall gave people a strong sense of discomfort, as if there were countless pairs of eyes watching the visitor from all angles, and the eyes were unabashed, which made people feel uncomfortable all over.

Behind the incense table in the ancestral hall, there are densely packed tablets, stacked up in rows. At a glance, there are probably dozens or hundreds.

There was no statue of the god, and there was no sign related to the god. The players looked at each other, and they all saw doubts in each other's eyes.

There is a wooden barrel in front of the incense table, which is exactly the one that Su Po was carrying yesterday.

Qisi leaned over and took a look. There were only some scraps of meat left in the barrel. The edge of the barrel was covered with messy tooth marks, which looked like human teeth marks.

The teeth marks were of different sizes and angles, and Zeiss could almost imagine a group of hungry people pounced on them, biting the meat in the barrel from all angles like wild beasts, regardless of whether or not they even accidentally bit the wood.

"Clap."

Something dripped on my shoulder, and it was cold.

Keith's eyelids twitched slightly.

　The operation is done, it is benign, and I still need to be connected to an IV... I am miserable and miserable, writing with one hand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)