I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 370

[Chapter 360 Yinshan Village]

Mu Sicheng touched his chin, and just wanted to continue to ask for details, when the sound of the bench moving suddenly appeared in front of him, which startled him.

The two old people sitting in the front stood up stiffly and pressed the FM to turn off the TV, but this old TV with poor contact didn’t seem to be very easy to turn off. The twist is layered, and the vocals inside also become harsh and high-frequency.

Just as Mu Sicheng was about to ask what he was doing, Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder and motioned him to look under the cabinet.

The TV’s plug lay there quietly, unplugged at all.

The unplugged TV, the voice of artificial dubbing…

Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and mouthed word by word: “So this is not a TV picture at all… …”

“It’s the actual picture.” Bai Liu said calmly.

The changing picture on the TV suddenly turned and freezed.

On the black and white screen, Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng huddled in the corner appeared.

At some point around them, a woman with her head bowed, wearing a shroud and holding a shupa stood facing them with two open coffins.

Behind the small TV, a pair of green and black hands slowly stretched out, heads full of black cracks emerged from around the TV, their facial features were pulled into strange shapes, and they squinted at Bai Liu and the others.

The head of the old man who turned his back to them turned a hundred and eighty degrees, his loving face was filled with bitterness and hatred, his mouth was shut, and he made a voice-dubbed voice like from a TV:

“You descendants have finally returned. They dragged them to the mass graves, and buried in the ground for safety!”

Bai Liu did not hesitate to pull up Mu Sicheng, who was still stunned, jumped over the two coffins in front of him, got up and ran.

The ghosts behind them were bubbling with black air, like spiders sticking out their limbs and limbs from their necks and abdomens, and crawling towards the wall, chasing Bai Liu and the others with hideous faces. Waving his hands and feet, he walked backwards to chase Bai Liu.

Although the two old men walked backwards, their speed was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, they would touch the corner of Mu Sicheng’s clothes. There was a look of joy on the pale and aging face.

“Damn it!” Mu Sicheng came back to his senses, pulled Bai Liu’s arm against the customer, and ran wildly all the way.

Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house all the way, and those things were chasing after him. The dark Yinshan Village was full of fog. Mu Sicheng wanted to go directly to the temple, because this place was definitely the safest.

As a result, when he was about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng took a closer look and found that the lights at the entrance of the temple were flickering and dim. The figure was waving to them slowly, staggeringly, as if calling them over.

Mu Sicheng walked in a little and saw that it was five old men wearing shrouds with blue-black hair and purple faces, with a loving but creepy smile on their faces, beckoning, and waving their black hands that were more than an inch long. nail.

Inside the temple were seven coffins that were neatly opened.

“Five here, two in the house, exactly seven.” Bai Liu quickly made a judgment, “The yin is too heavy at this point, these seven old people have all run out of the coffin, and they can’t go back inside the temple.”

Mu Sicheng While running wildly, he asked urgently, “Where are we going?!”

Bai Liu made a quick decision: “It’s not safe anywhere at this time, so go to the Qiaotou Mass Burial Mound.”

“Ah?!” Mu Sicheng was stupid, “Go there Well!”

“Go to dig a grave.” Bai Liu replied calmly.

Mu Sicheng asked in horror, “Dig a grave?! Why?!”

“Master Huang Li recorded the events of the village’s funeral, marriage and marriage. During the funeral, he would write the life of the buried corpse, and bury him in the tomb together with Huang Li, who was in the village that day.” Bai Liu quickly explained as he ran, “The tomb here is repaired by the later generations. Yes

, all the corpses that meet certain conditions are buried, and most of the people of Yinshan Village are not buried in this tomb.”

Mu Sicheng reacted: “You mean it happened when those men died more than a hundred years ago. What happened, this Huang Li Shi wrote the Huang Li and recorded it and was buried in the mountain with their coffins?”

“That’s right.” Bai Liu nodded, “And not only that, you still remember that we met the Paper Daoist in the tomb. Cross the ghost bridge to chase zombies? I think those zombies are the men buried on the top of the mountain and died outside.”

“Yes, those zombies were torn apart and then stitched back together, just like in the TV, or the bridges of sacrifice. The ghost’s husband…” Mu Sicheng came to his senses, “Yes!”

Bai Liu sprinted towards the village entrance, breathing unevenly, but speaking quickly: “Paper Taoist is the incarnation of zombie Taoist, on the one hand, it takes these zombie men from Shantou hurried across the bridge and headed for the village. On the one hand, he manipulated the ghosts to remove the coffins of the brides from the tomb and moved them into the village. In the end, he also absorbed the anger of the last seven descendants of the village.”

“Wait until the first seven .

The gathering of extreme numbers, the yin qi of such a strong grievance, and the corpse refining magic that has lasted for a hundred years, are enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world and start killing people.”

Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village .

, finally stopped.

The ghost behind him roared in fear from a distance, as if he was afraid of something here, and did not dare to approach easily, but beside the archway at the entrance of the village in front of Bai Liu, stood a tall man with his hands upright and his face on his face. Taoist zombies who are covered with yellow talismans but remain motionless.

Bai Liu watched the zombie quietly for a while, then suddenly stepped forward and tore the two corpse talismans on the zombie’s face.

After the zombie removed the two talismans on his face, his face was roughly exposed.

Contrary to his tall appearance, this zombie closed his eyes, his eyes were dark, his eyes were handsome and handsome, and his complexion was dead white.

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it, his eyes wandered between Bai Liu’s face and this zombie again and again, and finally he saw almost two mosquito-repellent incense eyes: “…Bai Liu, this zombie grows with you. It

‘s the same!”

That’s right, except for his height, this zombie is almost exactly the same as Bai Liu who has been working overtime all night for a week.

Bai Liu was very calm: “I use sorcery, and this zombie Taoist is also good at sorcery. I should be his descendant, and I look as normal as me.”

“You already knew that this zombie looks like you, So when you let it out, you used so many corpse talismans to cover its face so that Kong Xuyang and the others would not find it.” Mu Sicheng suddenly realized something, “This zombie doesn’t chase you because you are His descendants, right?”

Bai Liu said lightly: “It should be.”

“…It’s strange…” Mu Sicheng touched his chin, “Didn’t you say Kong Xuyang and the others played a game once? They are so afraid This zombie should have seen this zombie, right? Seeing that the face of this zombie looks the same as that of a player around them, didn’t they find the setting of role-playing descendants?”

“I also thought about this problem.” Bai Liuruoyou So thinking, “But judging from their final reactions, I think Kong Xuyang is very afraid and avoids the close contact with this zombie. As soon as the zombie approaches him, he shrinks his head and crawls on the ground. I feel that he should never face this zombie directly. ”

And Yang Zhi has been turning his head to look at this zombie. I think he should have seen the face of this zombie.”

“You say that, I also feel a little strange. Yang Zhi and this Kong Xuyang should have played this once .”

It’s a game, but Yang Zhi seems to be completely ignorant of many things. Like us, he kept asking Kong Xuyang in the temple, but he was quite clear about some things…” Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, “For example, right? Yang Zhi has obviously faced this zombie before, but he doesn’t seem to know the setting of the posterity at all. He obviously can guess it with a high probability as long as he sees the face of the zombie.”

“Why can’t Yang Zhi remember it? Obviously this is the case.

The game is so scary.”

Bai Liu suddenly changed the subject: “What kind of circumstances do you think people will forget the scenes that have a strong impact on themselves?”

Mu Sicheng thought about it: “Meet something more impactful? Too much forgetfulness. Amnesia?”

“Tsk.” Mu Sicheng shook his head, frowning, “These reasons are a bit far-fetched, and Yang Zhi doesn’t seem to have amnesia. It’s really weird.”

Bai Liu slowly turned his head to look at Mu Sicheng with a smile: “You reminded me.”

Mu Sicheng’s scalp was numb when Bai Liu laughed: “What reminds you?

” Amnesia, there is also a strong impact scene that may confuse you and forget what you have encountered.” Bai Liu looked at the zombie’s same face as himself, “That is the confusion.”

Mu Sicheng was confused: “The memory is confused? No As for it? It’s not a matter of decades ago, how could he remember it?”

“If this is something that happened decades ago to Yang Zhi.” Bai Liu’s mouth curved into an arc, “Don’t you think that as soon as we enter? Amnesia here, in a competitive game, is it a little unfair to the two of us?”

Mu Sicheng hesitated: “What do you mean?”

“I’m thinking.” Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng , “This is a game with a bizarre setting like ghosts and gods. Does Yang Zhi have his own abilities as a player, such as possessing a spell that devours memory and the like.”

“And the two people who have devoured us have combined for decades. The memory caused his own memory to be blurred and confused his own memory. He couldn’t remember a lot of things he experienced in the last game.”

“Including the face of this zombie.”

Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu’s inference was outrageous, and just wanted to speak. Refuting, but Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully and found that all the contradictory points of Yang Zhi could be matched, so he had to swallow his refutation.

Having your own memory swallowed by someone is really disgusting and nauseating. It’s like carrying a diary kept by your parents and being made into a ppt and playing it on a loop in front of a stranger who doesn’t have good intentions for you.

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, “What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memories? He won’t find anything in our memories to deal with us?”

“Deal with us?” Bai Liu smiled casually , “Is your memory such a harmless thing?”

Mu Sicheng was stunned: “No, it will cause trouble if your memory is seen by trash like Yang Zhi!”

Bai Liu retracted his gaze towards Mu Sicheng and looked towards In the endless dark night outside Yinshan Village, he said plainly: “Some people’s memories may be marshmallows, and if you swallow them, there will be no major events and they will be sweet, and some people’s memories may be diaries, and if you swallow them, you will get the handle of blackmailing people. ”

I think I can develop this kind of character, and my memory should not be anything pleasant.”

Bai Liu brows and smiled and turned back: “Swallowing it may be as painful as swallowing a blade.”