I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 369

[Chapter 359 Yinshan Village]

Seeing that Kong Xuyang was about to lose his mind again, Yang Zhi hurriedly changed the subject: “Brother Kong, we still have an advantage. We have figured out how to collect clues on the true end line in the last round of the game.”

Kong Xuyang with red eyes forcibly gathered his mind and exhaled. With a sigh: “The Yellow Calendar of Yinshan Village, the incomplete parts of the murals are all in the Yellow Calendar of the village’s records. As long as you find the Yellow Calendar from a hundred years ago, you can make up for the background story line of this Taoist zombie.”

“You can also find it .

Its weakness.” Yang Zhi patted Kong Xuyang’s shoulder and let Kong Xuyang relax, “A player in the last game has found a page of the almanac, Brother Kong, do you remember where that player found it?”

Kong Xuyang’s eyes slowly moved outward. He looked at the hills and weirs hidden in the darkness, and said word by word: “Mass burial mounds behind the weirs.” In the

tomb passage.

The entrance to the tomb, which was getting narrower and narrower, was smashed by brute force, and the four walls were covered with the fierce claw marks of zombies.

Bai Liu held up the candlestick and took a picture: “These should be caught by the zombie to go out.”

“…This strength is too terrifying.” Mu Sicheng stretched out his hand to compare the paw print, which was bigger than his hand. After two full laps, the wall could be seen deep, Mu Sicheng saw that his scalp was a little numb, “If this zombie goes crazy, we won’t have to work hard to catch it to death.”

“So we have to end this game before that.” Bai Liu said.

Bai Liu walked to the entrance where they climbed into the tomb, stepped on Mu Sicheng’s shoulders and jumped up with strength, and jumped out. After Bai Liu went out, he pulled Mu Sicheng up with his backhand.

The entrance to the tomb was under a bed. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to crawl out from under the bed, Bai Liu pressed his shoulders.

Bai Liu looked out of the bed with a calm tone: “There is light, there are people outside.”

Only then did Mu Sicheng notice the flickering of silver-white-gray-black light on the ground under the bed, accompanied by faint noise, as if the contact was poor. The sound of electricity, and the intermittent, interlaced vocals of many people.

These voices were rough at one time, and delicate at other times, but they seemed to be separated by a layer of something, not like real people talking.

“…These ghosts are going to freeze us, kill us, and starve us to death, but as long as we have a breath, we must guard this place and prevent outsiders from taking it away…”

“But the men are gone. , leaving behind a village of old, weak, sick and disabled, how can you keep it, you can’t keep it…”

“When will the men come back, the daughter-in-law will go to the bridge at the entrance of the village to see! Remember to bring an umbrella so that you don’t get drenched in it, It’s almost clear, it’s been raining a lot lately…”

Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng looked at each other, and they knew where the sound came from.

“The sound of the TV.” Mu Sicheng pointed to the outside, and said softly, “Someone is watching TV.”

Bai Liu made a gesture to go out first, then dexterously pulled out from the bed and knelt on one knee without being surrounded by the TV. In the shadow of the foot of the bed lit by the light, he quietly looked ahead, as if confirming something.

Then Bai Liu was sure, he lowered his head and gave Mu Sicheng a “shhh” gesture to Mu Sicheng who was still hiding under the bed, asking Mu Sicheng to come out quietly.

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this. He thought it was safe outside. He propped himself up with one hand and slanted his body out from the bottom of the bed to stand up, but when he turned around, he breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shrank back inside. Beside Bai Liu, he mouthed in horror and said, “What’s the situation?!”

There was a mahogany bench beside the bed at the entrance. On the bench sat two gray-haired old men with their backs to Bai Liu and the others.

The old man was facing an old wooden cabinet with rotten edges, and inside the cabinet was an old-fashioned FM TV that looked no more than twelve inches square.

The picture on the TV is black and white, and it shakes and blurs from time to time, but the two old people seem to be watching very intently, with their necks stretched forward and their backs straight, as if they have been frozen, sitting motionless and watching. TV screen.

The light on the screen dimly shone on the faces of the two old men. Brown spots appeared around the turbid eyeballs of the old man. Something in his mouth and nose seemed to be wriggling and trying to crawl out. Worm white spots.

They had wooden smiles on their faces, and their mouths moved quickly, as if they were talking.

Mu Sicheng held his breath to pay attention, but did not hear any sound from the throats of the two old men, but soon he realized where the voices of the two old men came from.

The movements of the two old men’s mouths are synchronized with the voices of the people on the TV.

Bai Liu looked at the TV and said, “They are dubbing the people on the TV.” The

swaying black and white screen on the TV is like an old videotape from some historical data. By the door, wearing boots and a shroud, knelt beside the coffins, waving a white handkerchief to cover their faces and crying, with a white umbrella that was not unfolded beside them.

Mu Sicheng asked in a low voice, “This is the attire of the bridge sacrifice ghost, are these women living bridge sacrifice ghosts?”

Bai Liu looked at the TV screen and nodded slightly: “It should be.”

The two old men with strange faces opened their mouths together. , the voice came from the TV:

“Men are dead, there are too many, and they can’t be put in the grave…”

“…The people who were torn apart by those ghosts and died, can’t enter the ancestral grave, how can I see you when I go down? Your ancestors…”

“Put them in a coffin and bury them in the mountains beyond the bridge, so that they can be buried in the ground.”

“My enemy! You died so miserably! How can you let me live? Ah!” The

women were sobbing and lying on the coffin, not letting go, they were about to faint from crying, but in the end they followed the person who carried the coffin, followed the coffin across the weir and pond, and stepped onto the bridge.

Their faces were numb with tears, and their faces were full of wet tears. They held umbrellas in their hands to cool the coffins to prevent the broken bodies and souls in these coffins from being damaged by the sun.

But at the moment when they crossed the bridge, these women who lost their husbands looked at the coffins falling into the mountains in a long row. Jump off the bridge.

There was a shallow stream under the bridge, and these women hit the piers, bleeding their heads.

They held their umbrellas and looked at the distant coffins on the bridge, with extremely sad and mournful expressions on their faces.

The moment the coffin left their sight, they slowly closed their eyes, fell into the water, and did not move, the blood seeping from their bodies stained their shrouds and umbrellas and the clear stream.

This scene made Mu Sicheng sweat on his back, but Bai Liu was very absorbed in it, as if he was looking for someone.

This kind of searching eyes made Mu Sicheng even more furious: “Who are you looking for, Bai Liu, there will never be someone you know here?”

“Maybe.” Bai Liu replied without looking sideways.

Mu Sicheng was startled, and then quickly came back to his senses: “No, Bai Liu, you have no memory, these are the only people you can know, I, Kong Xuyang, Yang Zhi, I know them all, none of them in this picture. Ah.”

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng lightly: “I’m looking for someone outside the picture.”

“Outside the picture…” Mu Sicheng was startled, “What do you mean?”

Bai Liu calmly replied: “In this picture It’s true that you and I don’t know each other, but there is another person outside the picture, maybe you and I will look familiar.”

Mu Sicheng became more and more puzzled: “This happened a hundred years ago, I can see it well. Who is it?”

“You missed a person, the person who took this picture.” Bai Liu stared at the picture, “If I guessed correctly, you will know what happened when you first glance at this person.”

Curiosity overwhelmed fear, Mu Sicheng folded his chest, frowned and began to stare at the edge of the picture seriously, trying to see the person who was holding the camera to shoot.

Soon, Mu Sicheng saw that the filming person was adjusting the camera to let his face in.

As soon as the cameraman’s face came into view, Mu Sicheng was shocked and turned back to Bai Liu: “How could he look like this?!”

Bai Liu was still calm: “Otherwise? What do you think he will look like?

” Sicheng pointed at the cameraman who flashed by in the picture, and jumped up in a hurry: “He looks just like me!” In the

black and white TV, the cameraman was dressed in an old and fashionable three-piece suit with a small vest. And a pair of leather shoes, wearing a filial piety hat on his head, with tears on his face, he was lowering his head while adjusting the film, and kept using a brush to record something on an almanac.

Bai Liu looked at this man: “He should be the village Huang Li Shi.” The

village Huang Li Shi, the person who recorded misfortunes, good fortune and bad luck, big and small matters in the village, was also the recorder of the missing piece of information on the mural.

“How do you know that he will look like me?!” Mu Sicheng was as curious as a cat scratching his heart, and approached Bai Liu and asked.

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng and the camera that had been recording on his neck, and explained:

“I’m just guessing, it’s known that we’re in a game, we’ve participated in four kinds of role-playing, and these four characters are all They

are descendants of Yinshan Village.”

“From the props and tasks obtained, these four characters are a tomb robber, a decent warlock, a villain warlock and a cameraman.”

Bai Liu raised his eyes to Mu Sicheng: “You don’t Do you

think it would be more reasonable to push this setting forward a hundred years?”

Mu Sicheng was stunned, he seemed to understand: “So you think that we are not playing this role now, but this one hundred years ago. Role.”

“Accurately speaking, we are the descendants of the four roles.” Bai Liu stretched out his finger and tapped the ground eight times, and then connected every two points in pairs, “If this is a role-playing with strict logic, Game, you are the videographer, the recorder of supernatural events, and now there is a videographer in front of us, who uses Huang Li to record good and bad people. The role and task overlap is as high as 80%. I personally think you have a high probability. It’s his descendant.”

“If I were the one who designed the game, I would adjust your appearance to the same level to remind you of this.”

Mu Sicheng said, “So you said he looks the same as me!”