I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 350

[Chapter 340 Yinshan Village]

Mu Sicheng shouted in the dark with a trembling voice: “Bai Liu?”

Then, he heard four or five voices of “Bai Liu” answering him with different tones.

“Well.”

“Well.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m here.”

“Bai Liu”‘s emotionless voice echoed in the tomb, Mu Sicheng’s hair stood on end, he took a step back, raised the camera and pointed it in front of him, Night vision mode is turned on.

On the green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene that made his hair stand upright.

In the narrow tomb passage, four or five ghosts who were twisting and deforming approached Bai Liu who was standing in the middle to observe. They stared at Bai Liu with blood-red eyes, and used their slit-like noses to sniff Bai Liu’s body.

Their hands, feet and bodies are like white plasticine being forged and shaped, their heads stick out from under the creaking sockets, their feet are folded from the back of their heads, and they assume various twisted and soft poses, but from the bones Judging from the raised skin on the top, they are bony.

From the poses they took… Mu Sicheng couldn’t imagine how a creature with bones could take such a pose.

Then slowly, slowly, these ghosts became exactly like Bai Liu.

They stood in a row beside Bai Liu with their heads down on tiptoes. Without looking into their eyes, Mu Sicheng could hardly tell who was the real Bai Liu.

The five ghosts suddenly raised their heads, tilted their heads and stared at him. A black eyeball slowly fell from the eyelids in their pure white eyes. They cracked a smile at Mu Sicheng who was standing opposite, and then turned their heads abruptly. Come close.

Mu Sicheng was so frightened that the camera almost flew away.

At the moment when the ghosts approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera in one direction and aimed at his surroundings, but when he saw the contents of the camera screen clearly in the next second, he was so scared that he leaned on him. one sound.

There are also several ghosts that are transforming around Mu Sicheng.

These ghosts seem to be preparing to become Mu Sicheng, so now these ghosts are wearing a “Mu Sicheng” face with distorted facial features, and they are laughing at him.

In the chaos, a slender hand stretched out from the ghost’s pale body, holding a match lightly with its fingers.

A calm voice came from afar: “On the road to the underworld, follow the ghost, hold your breath when crossing the ghost bridge, wait for me to come to you.”

This is Bai Liu’s voice!

wipe–!

The match was polished, and the candlestick in front of Mu Sicheng, who was shrunk into a ball, was lit.

The moment the fire lighted up, everything around Mu Sicheng faded away, and only Bai Liu, who was holding a match to light a candlestick for him, looked at him quietly.

Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly remembered the sentence he heard in the dark just now [wait for me to come to you].

He subconsciously held up the candlestick and lit up the white willow in front of him.

The blue fire was reflected on Bai Liu’s indifferent face, and there was no shadow on the ground or walls.

Mu Sicheng’s back was slowly tense, he held the candlestick and moved in front of him, trying to keep his voice steady: “Where are we going now?”

“Bai Liu” walked forward, he looked back at Mu Si Cheng, the smile on his face is like being painted on, with a weird paper texture.

“Go to the tomb, find a coffin, and carry it to the world.” The

other end.

Bai Liu held the candlestick, and there was no one around him.

Just when entering the tomb, Bai Liu stepped on a flipping trapdoor on the ground, and stood on it to keep his balance and did not move. He waited until the ghost appeared and chaos occurred. The flip door slid through a passage and fell to the next level.

Those ghosts didn’t react, and Bai Liu disappeared.

Bai Liu stood up, patted the dust on his trouser legs, and looked up at the place where he fell.

This is a square partial tomb room, not big. Bai Liu estimated that the length, width and height are about three meters x three meters x two meters. The walls are covered with thick ash.

However, these were not what Bai Liu paid attention to. He looked around, and finally turned his attention to the loose-leaf door where he fell – this is the only exit from this square tomb.

This is a sealed tomb.

And not only that.

Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, the light of the candlestick swayed, and seemed to be extinguished at any time, but the faint light was enough for Bai Liu to see clearly what was placed on the floor of the tomb.

The floor of the tomb was neatly and densely piled with many wine jars. The wine jars were sealed with square red paper, and the red thread was wrapped around the neck. On the red paper, a black brush was used to write the word [Lien]. At the end of the red thread were two old wine jars. Copper bells.

Red thread, bell, red paper, this is obviously the same outer packaging as Bai Liu’s coffin.

The wine jar is probably not the “thing” that Bai Liu would like to see now.

In such a small tomb, Bai Liu roughly counted, there are about a hundred wine jars of this kind, occupying most of the space of the tomb. It can be said that only the place where Bai Liu just fell is not placed, and the rest of the ground There were wine jars all over it.

Bai Liu is estimated to be able to reach the loose-leaf door by standing on the wine jar, but there is only a thin layer of paper seal on the wine jar. It is estimated that Bai Liu will break when he stands on it. Bai Liu wasn’t going to act so recklessly until what was inside.

In addition, the loose-leaf door was shaking, and even if Bai Liu stepped on the jar and reached the door, he would not be able to get out.

The form seemed to be at a stalemate for a while, but Bai Liu didn’t panic. He vaguely felt that everything here should have a solution.

Bai Liu held the candlestick and looked around, this time he looked a little more carefully.

There seemed to be something painted on the wall of mud and rock. Bai Liu held the candlestick and watched closely. He kept his balance and did not touch the wine jars placed next to the wall. He wrapped his hands in his clothes and wiped away the dust and mud crusts on the walls.

The dust on the wall fell, and a mural emerged. The mural was painted with faded color patterns, which looked extremely old. Many places were blurred to the point where it was impossible to see what was painted. However, with the inscription next to the mural, it could roughly Understand the meaning of this mural.

The wall paintings in the tomb are generally used to record some major events in the tomb owner’s life. Judging from the murals, the tomb where Bai Liu came in should be the collective cemetery in Yinshan Village, which is commonly known as the ancestral tomb, not for a certain person. And built, but built for a clan.

There are many red villains on the murals. They are neatly dressed, build tombs, worship the Sanqing, and pray for good weather and good crops.

Judging from the paintings, at this time, Yinshan Village did not have those strange burial customs. Most of the villagers died normally and then put them in coffins into their ancestral tombs.

Bai Liu paid attention to the age of the inscription at this time—about two hundred years ago.

That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village, and no villagers drowned, and there was no custom of burying unmarried women in wedding sedan chairs with the drowned people.

Bai Liu turned his body and looked at the second wall with the red candle.

On this wall, these little people are divided into men and women, young and old, standing at the entrance of the village, their faces are desolate, strong men are selected, and they seem to be pulled away by something dark, and the place where these men are about to go is painted with mountains of swords and seas of fire, guillotine steel. Guns are like eighteen layers of hell.

The men were pulled over by the dark ghost-like things. They struggled not to leave and wanted to stay in Yinshan Village, but they were finally pulled into hell.

They fell into a sea of swords and fires, and were smashed into tens of thousands of corpses by guillotine steel guns. The men screamed hideously. Even if it was just a simple and faded mural, Bai Liu could see the miserable pain of these men.

Next to the mural of the man falling into hell, the inscription reads “I can’t die, I can’t live forever!

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Only women, old people and children were left in Yinshan Village. They stood at the entrance of the village wearing sackclothes and filial piety, and looked at the men who fell into hell from a distance, covering their faces and weeping.

Bai Liu turned to look at the third wall. The candlestick’s fire became darker and darker, with a bluish-white light. The wine jars around Bai Liu turned silently as he turned to look at the next painting.

But Bai Liu didn’t seem to notice this, and continued to read unmoved.

A man with long eyebrows appeared on the mural on the third wall.

This Taoist man has dark eyebrows, snow-white beard, a golden crown on his head, fluttering immortal air, and he has a sense of immortal style. , the people of Yinshan Village who worship this man.

The people of Yinshan Village begged and prayed sincerely, and it seemed that they finally moved this Taoist in heaven.

The Taoist held the floating dust and descended the mortal dust one step at a time, landing at the entrance of Yinshan Village. The people who knelt at the entrance of the village held the three most plump livestock and rice wine in the village to worship the Taoist who descended to the earth.

The man took it.

Bai Liu turned to the mural on the fourth wall. The jar under his feet was getting closer and closer to him, from a certain distance away to being close to Bai Liu’s legs, as if he was intentionally trapping him.

The Taoist figure on the fourth mural changed from immortal aura to a green face and fangs, eyebrows and eyes, black and sharp nails, and all kinds of yellow talismans affixed to his body, just like a suppressed demon.

This man held up the dust and drove the people of Yinshan Village like a whip.

The people of Yinshan Village were forced by him to jump into the water and drown, turning into water ghosts.

This man seemed to be planning some major ceremony. He dug out the girl who was covered to death from the tomb, put on the grand wedding dress again, went into the coffin, and buried it in the ancestral grave.

The body of the drowned man was fished out by him from the pond, and the swollen body was stuffed into the shroud by the Taoist priest, covered with a straw mat, and buried by the roadside.

Innocent passers-by have been dragged into weirs and ponds to drown by the dead bodies of water ghosts buried on the roadside.

When the corpses of the drowned man had piled up in the weir, and new passersby had no way to drown in the weir, this man finally appeared again.

His complexion is getting darker and dry, his eyes are like a deer, his profound ears are pointed, his eyes are sunken, his three palaces are purple, his fingers are like steel, and he smells as he walks.

This man zombie dug up the corpse in the weir and threw it to the back mountain, and dug up the corpse of the Yinshan villager buried before the roadside. At this time, the corpse was almost decomposed, and only some rotten meat and bones remained. , This Taoist used a wine jar to restrain these dead bones, sealed them with red paper and red thread bells, and put them in the partial tomb of the ancestral tomb.

This person seems to be using the burial chamber and these bones to arrange a formation.

Some of the frescoes in the middle have been blurred, and only the last painting of the closed tomb of the ancestral tomb remains.

The Taoist lay covered with talismans in the main tomb, surrounded by dozens of brides’ coffins, and the rest of the tombs were full of ghosts and wine jars.

The burial objects in normal tombs are all gold and silver jewelry. This Taoist occupied the ancestral graves of others, and also used extremely domineering things like red and white double shackles as a burial.

The corpses that were tortured and died by their ancestors were used as burial objects, and they were also built under their ancestral houses. Such a heavy yin was enough to affect the descendants living above.

This Taoist wants to refine everyone in Yinshan Village into red and white double shackles from generation to generation, and continue to give him a funeral.

It’s no wonder that the villagers in Yinshan Village had to die in peace. This man did such a technique a hundred years ago to trap the people in Yinshan Village. How could the people here die peacefully?

The techniques used by this Taoist are extremely yin and evil in Taoism, and they are extremely detrimental to yin virtue. This sorcery has lasted for more than a hundred years, until the last few villagers who stayed in Yinshan Village were forced by this technique. They had to drown, but they still didn’t stop. They had to summon Bai Liu and the others, the only remaining descendants of Yinshan Village, to continue to torture them to death.

Bai Liu’s eyes stopped on the face of the Taoist man lying in the main tomb on the mural.

If they hadn’t died, this man could not get what he wanted and would probably wake up.

For more than 100 years, I don’t know how many zombies who have died in vain and have been trained by resentment, what will happen when they wake up?

The author has something to say:

[The eyes are like deer mice, the profound ears are pointed, the eyes are sunken, the three palaces are purple, the fingers are like steel, and you can smell while walking] The description of this zombie refers to “The Secret Book of Maoshan Cure Evil”, but some I made it up, don’t take it seriously