I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 347

[Chapter 337 Yinshan Village]

Kong Xuyang sat on the long bench with a sullen face, his cheeks twitched faintly, and Yang Zhi standing next to him gave him a pat on the back.

The old god Bai Liu was sitting on the ground on the bench opposite Kong Xuyang. Seeing that Kong Xuyang was so angry, he smiled at him very kindly.

Kong Xuyang was so angry that he almost took off on the spot. He stared at Bai Liu as a sign of deterrence. He hammered his knee hard, but he did not expect a knee-jerk reflex for himself, and kicked Bai Liu very delicately. .

Bai Liu smiled again: “Fellow, you are so cute, you are still playing with this.”

Yang Zhi turned his head and bit his lower lip, not letting himself laugh out loud.

Kong Xuyang: “…”

It doesn’t matter, one’s life will soon pass.

Bai Liu thoughtfully changed the topic: “Fellow, you are willing to trade with me, and you didn’t kill my teammates. You are a kind person. Then I will not blackmail you. You will definitely be able to get the things I traded with you.”

Kong Xuyang heard Bai Liu’s face twitched when he called himself a “kind-hearted person”, and then he said vigilantly: “What?”

“I want you to chat with me for a while.” Bai Liu looked at Kong Xuyang with a smile on his face, ” Although I’m a stranger in Yinshan Village, I don’t seem to remember anything, and I hope you can take me with you.”

Kong Xuyang’s eyebrows were twisted into a twist: “You go around in such a big circle just to let me take you. ?”

Bai Liusha nodded thoughtfully: “I’m not familiar with my life, so I’m afraid to go alone.”

Kong Xuyang glanced at Mu Sicheng, who was still shivering and shrank beside the statue, and then turned his eyes slowly again. It was moved back to the urn that Bai Liu used to put his feet on.

Kong Xuyang: “…”

What does it mean to be afraid that Bai Liu will look back at your teammates’ performance and then perfunctory me?

Bai Liu didn’t seem to be worried that Kong Xuyang would leave him at all. After reaching a simple verbal agreement, he began to smile with the other party and start a routine with the other party: “Brother Kong and Brother Yang, what are you doing when you return to the village this time?”

Yang Zhi , Kong Xuyang: “…” I

called my brother, but I really don’t see it.

Yang Zhi glanced at Kong Xuyang asking for instructions, and after getting the other party’s approval, he explained mysteriously: “We are back to do a business of cultural relics.”

Bai Liu suddenly said: “Oh, Brother Yang and Brother Kong are coming back to rob the tomb. What?”

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi had a meal together.

That’s right, the roles they played were two tomb robbers. The main purpose of coming back this time was to steal a funerary item in the main tomb of the excavated tomb, which was also a side quest of their identity.

Kong Xuyang didn’t plan to hide Bai Liu’s identity, because the tomb they were going to was just below Bai Liu’s ancestral house, and they couldn’t get in without the leadership of Bai Liu’s “descendant”.

Bai Liu was lost in thought.

In the lyrics of the bride in the coffin just now, there are three kinds of people who will never leave Yinshan Village alive.

One is to disrespect the ancestors, which obviously refers to the supernatural anchor Mu Sicheng.

One is the robbers, and it is no surprise that they are Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.

There is another kind of people who forget their hometown and forget their ancestors.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and looked at the “Manuscript of Maoshan Sorcery” in his arms – this was him.

The ancestors of Yinshan Village revered Taoism and believed in Taoists for generations, and their belief in this was very devout. As a result, Bai Liu actually came back with a sorcerer, and even used it to pay off debts with Yin wealth.

Judging from the current situation, his identity should be the most dangerous and riskiest.

But the higher the risk, the greater the reward. Although Bai Liu doesn’t remember anything, he does not reject this identity, and is happy to continue to follow the setting of this identity.

For example, keep the first seven.

Bai Liu looked at the altar facing him, and the photo on it was a black-and-white photo of a loving grandmother holding his shoulders.

In the black and white photo, Bai Liu has an unfamiliar smile on his face.

The next morning.

When Bai Liu woke up, he and Mu Sicheng were the only ones in the temple. Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi didn’t know where they had gone. Bai Liu woke up Mu Sicheng, who was still sleeping, and walked to the door of the temple. Living.

Mu Sicheng sleepily followed Bai Liu to the entrance of the temple, and he glanced down, and was completely awake: “I’m grass, what is this!

” As if it was smashed by someone, the ground was full of broken white paper flowers.

But these are not the most terrifying, the most terrifying are the densely packed and neat rows of small footprints at the entrance of the temple.

This footprint is only half the size of a child’s palm, in the shape of a triangle, with only the soles of the forefoot. It seems that a group of people are tiptoeing around the temple gate back and forth according to a certain pattern. .

Bai Liu looked at the footprints for a while, then lowered his head and followed the leaving footprints and walked out.

“Hey!” Mu Sicheng became anxious when he saw Bai Liu go away. He glanced at the strange footprints in fear, and finally stomped his feet and gritted his teeth and followed, “Aren’t you afraid!”

Bai Liu walked forward indifferently.

These clusters of footprints went around the temple, as if trying to find the entrance to the temple, and after a few laps, they returned without success, and finally made their way to the village.

Mu Sicheng held the camera to shoot, he rubbed his arms, and looked at these bizarre footprints with trembling teeth.

These footprints are like a group of people walking together on tiptoe, and the pace of walking is about the same. The distance left by each footprint is the same to the naked eye, until it reaches the avenue of the village, this series of regular and dense footprints just started to disperse.

These footprints went from one or several places on the road to various houses in the village, and the footprints disappeared in front of the door, as if they were going home.

Mu Sicheng just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief when he took the photo here, but soon Bai Liu gave him the final blow.

Bai Liu followed the footprints to the door. The footprints disappeared on a piece of mud in front of the door. Bai Liu squatted down and turned over the scraps of wood branches covering the mud. Mu Sicheng clearly saw where the footprints disappeared. A sight that chilled his blood.

The tiptoe footprint suddenly fell to the ground, becoming a complete footprint, and two paw prints appeared, and the five-finger posture of these two palm prints was still reversed.

It seems that here, the “person” who came home dropped his heels and landed on both hands, and began to twist his limbs and use the ground to crawl into the house.

Mu Sicheng’s hair stood on end: “What is this!”

Bai Liu got up, and he looked at the door with a looming gap: “Go in and see.”

After speaking, Bai Liu pushed open the door.

The old wooden door made a distant creaking sound, and then slowly opened.

There was dust floating in the house. Although it was daytime, the light was still extremely dim, and he could only vaguely see the outline of some furniture. Bai Liu turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and walked inside with his feet raised.

Mu Sicheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, shaking his hands and holding the camera, he also walked in.

As soon as I walked into the house, I understood why it was dark inside. The whole house was airtight, only the top two tiles were translucent, which acted as skylights that let in light. Full of spider webs.

There is also a stove with firewood piled in the corner. On the stove is a large rusted iron pot, and there are several notched ceramic jars on the edge, which seem to be used for seasoning.

Mu Sicheng tried to turn on the lights, but failed. He waved the dust in the air, coughed and said to Bai Liu, who was walking in front, “I don’t know how long it has been living here, and the lights are off.

” Definitely.” Bai Liu held up his flashlight and pointed at the wall, “Didn’t we just follow someone in? Maybe it lives here.”

Mu Sicheng’s scalp was numb: “Don’t make such a joke…”

His voice stopped abruptly as he looked towards the wall illuminated by Bai Liu’s flashlight.

The light just now was too dim, and Mu Sicheng had been looking at the camera screen. He didn’t even notice that the whole house, on the ground, on the walls, and even on the beams, were the kind of limbs they had just seen outside the house. Mud handprints and mud footprints.

On the wall now illuminated by Bai Liu, these mud handprints and footprints are densely covered with the entire wall, and the wall is painted gray-yellow. If you don’t look carefully, you will think that this wall is a mud wall.

But after a closer look…

These handprints and footprints are all distorted, it’s like cutting off a person’s arms and feet and putting them on the wall. Mu Sicheng has no way of imagining that this kind of limbs grow on a person’s body. body.

Bai Liu, as if he didn’t see these handprints and footprints, calmly raised the flashlight and continued to walk in.

Mu Sicheng didn’t want to follow him several times, but he didn’t dare to go out alone, so he could only follow.

Passing through a main room with a few burnt candles in the corner, Bai Liu and the others came to the bedroom of this room.

In the bedroom, there were two raised wooden beds with mosquito nets and fluttering around, facing an FM TV that was at least twenty years old, and an electric fan with spider webs next to it.

Mu Sicheng didn’t dare to look around, he fixed his eyes on the small screen of the camera, and only Bai Liu was photographed on the small screen.

Bai Liu lifted the mosquito net hanging on the wooden bed, stepped on the edge of the bed, probed in to check, and his figure was half hidden by the white gauze mosquito net.

Mu Sicheng patted his eyes intently, and then he suddenly screamed in horror.

Bai Liu turned his head and said, “What’s wrong?”

Mu Sicheng’s face turned pale with fright. He tremblingly pointed at the bed where Bai Liu put his head in: “Just now, a crooked head stuck out from under the bed!”

Bai Liu Kneeling down, he looked under the bed without hesitation.

Mu Sicheng almost dragged Bai Liu to prevent Bai Liu from looking under the bed, and his voice was almost frightened: “You still look at the wool! Let’s go out first! Am I still lying to you! Really stretched out a pale and pale I’m still looking at your head!”

Bai Liu pulled Mu Sicheng over, held his chin and made him look at the bottom of the bed, with a calm voice: “You can see if there is a head.”

Mu Sicheng closed his eyes tightly at first. After a while, he carefully opened one eye, and suddenly said, “No, no more.”

“But I really saw it just now!” Mu Sicheng raised the camera and handed it to Bai Liu to see.

Bai Liu said lightly, “If you really saw it, and now it’s not under the bed, it should probably be on the bed.”

Mu Sicheng was laying down, he seemed to realize something suddenly, his face completely froze, he cautiously He quickly handed the camera to Bai Liu, and moved his finger holding the upside-down button to the selfie without the air.

The camera’s camera turned from recording to self-portrait, and the screen’s perspective changed, and the heads of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng appeared on the screen.

But more than that, a third head appeared on the screen.

A pale and crooked head was stretched out from the bed, his hands resting on the edge of the bed, and then the mosquito net and Bai Liu looked side by side at the bottom of the bed.