Infinite spooky game

Chapter 50 Carnivorous (22) Blood River

Outside the ancestral hall, Zhang Licai dropped the barrel as if avoiding a snake and scorpion, quickly turned around and jogged a few steps away from the gloomy scene behind him.

Since the morning, he felt that this ancestral hall gave him an uncomfortable feeling, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him viciously in the dark.If it weren't for worrying about all the ghosts coming out at night, he wouldn't want to come here again.

Zhou Yilin didn't seem to be too scared, she just kept up with small steps, and always kept a two-step distance from Zhang Licai.

She had stopped crying, but her eye circles were still red, and she looked extremely pitiful: "Brother Zhang, how are we going to deal with Chang Xu?"

Zhang Licai was stunned, and even his steps slowed down. He really didn't understand the girl's thinking: "Why should we deal with him?"

"I always feel that he is not a good person. He cooperated with someone like Zhao Feng and asked him to kill Brother Yang..." Zhou Yilin said in a thoughtful tone, "Moreover, there will be death points in the future. Who knows whether he will be behind the scenes. "

Zhang Licai blinked twice and said, "You can't, right? Didn't Chang Xu say that he had the key clue?"

"How could there be a key clue? He must have lied to you..." Zhou Yilin looked away and looked in the direction of Granny Su's house with a worried expression, "This is the novice pool, there won't be so many twists and turns..."

Hearing what the girl said, Zhang Licai was a little unsure.

He looked up at the darkened sky, and couldn't figure it out for a long time, so he had to change the subject: "Let's not think about this for now, we'll talk about everything when we go back."

Zhou Yilin flattened her mouth and said aggrievedly, "Yeah", but didn't say anything more.

……

To the west of Su's Village, the gray mist stained the sinking dusk, blending into a gray-purple color that seemed both virtual and solid.In the midst of ignorance, night slowly invaded the gaps between the sky, earth and houses from every corner, expelling the fog that had long since ceased to exist, and replaced it by covering the earth.

There is no moon in the night sky, and the road under my feet seems to be one with the night, just as dark as the night.

Qisi stood firmly in place, and as time passed, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.

In other words, there was a glimmer of light in the darkness.

He saw that in the dark dilapidated houses on both sides of the road, dots of dark green light flickered between the window openings like will-o'-the-wisps.

The sound of shuffling footsteps came and went in the silence, followed by the sound of doors being pushed one after another.

In the doorway, figures of various heights, short, fat, and thin came out, swaying and trembling. Some were carrying hoes on their backs, and some were carrying burdens. At first glance, they were no different from farmers who came out to work during the busy farming season.

They are villagers, villagers who come out at night.Qisi made a judgment and automatically retrieved the corresponding information in his mind, including the description of the villagers he got from Yang Yundong.

These villagers who only come out at night are all wearing black cloaks without exception, almost blending into the night.

They were carrying farm tools in one hand and a lantern in the other, with happy and contented smiles on their faces, which looked extremely strange in this situation.

Qisi, who was standing in the middle of the road with Zhu Ling in his arms, was out of place and extremely dazzling, and soon became the center of attention.

"Meat, give us meat..."

"We want meat..."

Groups of figures surrounded him from all directions, like zombies, muttering the same phrases.

Qisi carried Zhu Ling and backed away step by step, retreating to a place where there were few people, and then stopped without hesitation, pushing Zhu Ling, who was still unconscious, into the crowd.

Zhu Ling itself was not heavy, but Qisi used his skill and force to knock down two villagers.

The movements of all the villagers visibly stagnated for a moment, obviously not expecting things to develop like this.

But the ghost didn't have much interest in thinking carefully. Two seconds later, the villagers moved again.The two villagers who fell to the ground also got up crookedly, and they divided into two clusters with other villagers, and surrounded Zhu Ling and Qi Si respectively.

Qi Si maintained his composure, and read word by word: "You can't kill and take meat yourself. Under this rule, what can you do with me?"

When the villagers heard this, their movements slowed down, hesitating and struggling.

Seeing this, Qisi raised his hand and pointed at Zhu Ling who was lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "You should know that you can't do anything to me in a short time. If you have this free time, why not do the work of that beauty?" After all, I am the only living person who knows that rule..."

Not sure how much they understood, the villagers surrounding him slowly turned around and walked towards Zhu Ling. Their slow pace and the black robes on their bodies made them look like a group of suspicious hyenas.

Keith felt no compunction about his misfortune.

It is known that the villagers "cannot kill people for meat by themselves", and the unconscious Zhu Ling obviously cannot promise them anything. The result is naturally an indefinite stalemate, which can buy a lot of time.

As for what to do if Zhu Ling wakes up midway... Qisi believes that with her background as a ghost exorcist, she shouldn't be scared to tears, so she can calmly delay for a while, right?
In just one minute, all the villagers went to Zhu Ling's side, and Qi Si was completely empty.

Satisfied, he brushed off the crumpled lapel that had held Zhu Ling all the way before, and walked straight to the depths of the western boundary of the village.

The corpse of the legendary evil god is most likely lying in the west of the village.

The root of all the weirdness, the scarlet eyes in the depths of the nightmare, the pull in the dark...Countless factors blend together to outline a mysterious and strange corner.

Keith was very interested in this, and he was very curious about what kind of existence it was.

The footsteps of the villagers were getting farther and farther away, and all that was left in my ears was the vague whistling of the wind.Gradually, even the sound of the wind disappeared, and there was only a stagnant silence around him, as if this moment had been cut out of the long flow of time and no longer flowed with the passing stars.

The further we walked, the darker the light became. It was almost impossible to see our fingers, and soon it became difficult to judge the direction of the road under our feet.

Keith regretted not trying to trick a lantern from the villagers.

Of course, those green lanterns were so ugly that he had no desire to engage with them.

The young man shook his head, restrained his miscellaneous thoughts, and continued to move forward in the previous direction.

One step, one step, more than a hundred steps.

Without warning, light suddenly appeared in the darkness.

The light was not blazing, but just drops of gold floating in the air, flickeringly extending a path of light, like guidance, like temptation.

Without a moment's hesitation, Qisi raised his feet and moved forward along the light.

The suspended light spots sank into his body and then swam away, unconsciously, as if they were in two dimensions, suddenly glanced at and then passed by.

Consciousness floats and sinks in the ocean of thoughts, suddenly having a divine connection with a deeper and more profound existence, fluttering about to fly to the sky, but then being dragged down by the heavy body, arousing a dull echo from the earth.

The eyes were suddenly filled with dazzling light, and golden light spots, fragments, and silk were suspended in the air, slowly and freely wandering, like immersed in the vortex of sea water.

Qisi found himself standing under a giant golden tree at some point. The same golden vines hung from the branches, floating in the wind.

There was a golden river under the tree, and his eyes went upstream, and what he saw was a dazzling blood red.

It was a figure in a red robe, leaning in the middle of the river, with a scarlet color in his half-closed eyes. He once cast a distant gaze at him in his nightmare, and when he looked back, it turned into blood all over the sky. Rain scattered.

He was already dead, scarred, and only white bones remained in his chest and abdomen, making him look like a fish stranded on the shore waiting to rot.

But it is so sacred and solemn that it cannot be ridiculed, criticized, or blasphemed.

At the moment of sight, a recognition appeared in Qisi's mind: He is God.

【warn!You are too close to a god-level NPC (data deleted)... Error!Danger! 】

Descriptive knowledge directly transcends the process of cognition and is captured, absorbed, and learned by consciousness.

His blood flows into rivers...

His influence continues...

He can still respond...

Countless thoughts flooded into his mind, as if tens of thousands of people were whispering in His ears, extreme sadness, ecstasy, anger, indifference... Contradictory emotions that did not belong to the subject washed away the consciousness, rushing past without leaving a trace.

Qisi's face was twisted into a ferocious form, his sanity turned into bubbles and exploded, and crazy thoughts that were difficult to capture surged and flew.

He didn't know when he burst into tears.

Underneath the tears, there was a huge smiling face: "As you wish, I'm here."

There was no response, not even a hint of wind.

God has been speechless for a long time.

Qisi's vision was blurry and precipitated, and colorful debris lay out in front of his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

He stepped on the dead leaves on the ground, listening to the "rustling" sound of broken leaves, and walked towards the corpse in the river.

At a certain moment, shattered sanity poured into his mind, and he finally retrieved the thoughts that were difficult to organize from the ocean of chaos.

He smiled and said to himself: "The Taoist in black said that you need human flesh and blood to supplement your body, but he also suggested that the villagers in Su's Village give your meat to tourists."

"I was confused at first. Since we players have mutated after eating your flesh, how can flesh and blood have any effect?"

"The contradiction in the rules will not be without reason. Either the Taoist has limited moral practice and short-sightedness; or he deceived the villagers with his words."

Qisi stopped two meters away from the river, he supported his body to keep upright, looked down at the corpses parked on the bank with downcast eyes, and smiled sarcastically.

"No, he has actually already said the answer. 'He has the same malice towards all living things. What he likes to do most is to induce humans to commit crimes and watch them struggle because of original sin.'"

"What you need is never flesh and blood, but 'sin' - the 'sin' committed by ghosts and players around the core mechanics of this dungeon."

Silent.

There doesn't seem to be much difference between a god's corpse and a human corpse, maybe it looks better and looks more valuable for collection.

Thinking of the collection value, the smile on Qi Si's lips became a little more gentle.

He tilted his head, as if he had made some decision, and took two steps forward, squatting down next to the delicate-looking corpse.

Under the giant golden tree, the young man in white holds a bony hand hanging on the background of red and gold, his eyebrows and eyes are curved:
"Then, Lord Evil God, do you think the sins on my body are enough?"

(End of this chapter)