I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 441

[Chapter 431 The Evil God Festival · Boathouse]

Bai Liu was taken to a townhouse by the coast by the little attendant.

This building has only one floor, very low, but very wide, with a spire structure of wood and thatch, with sunny dolls and wind chimes hanging under the eaves, at the bottom is a wooden frame and a stone padded one that is separated from the ground? The compartment is hollowed out. When you lower your head to the pitch-black part, you can feel the dampness on your face, as if something weird will crawl out from below at any time.

The raised stone was covered with moss, and the wooden frame was black and rotten. The moment Bai Liu walked up, he felt that the floor shook a bit, obviously it was extremely old.

Walking into the house, there is a whole row of rooms built like the hot spring B&B that Bai Liu has seen in reality, separated by compartment doors made of pine wood and shoji paper, and a piece of wood is inlaid in the upper right corner of each room. In the niche of the sign, there is a black lacquered pine sign that reads [A certain room], or [Kitchen], [Living room], which indicates the use of the room.

Walking on the corridor, Bai Liu could clearly hear the tragic cries and frantic laughter of the people in the room, and through a layer of paper doors, he could vaguely see the shadows of the people inside, their gestures or gestures. He slumped on the ground with his clothes scattered, or hit his head hard against the ground, or someone laughed and untied a belt from his clothes and tied it into a snap button, He put it on his neck and muttered to himself:

“It’s good to be dead, Lord Evil God? Quickly choose me as a sacrifice, I think this year? I’ll die.”

Soon, there were three or four people .

The shadow entered the living room to stop those who were self-mutilating or committing suicide. The cries and laughter of these people were mixed nervously, and they suddenly became sobbing and screaming:

“I’m not enough .

Is it painful! Why, Lord Evil God? Don’t want to? Choose me!” The

little attendant led Bai Liu down the corridor and walked quickly, but when he saw that Bai Liu didn’t follow, he turned his head to see the situation of the Japanese room next to him, so his eyes shifted. After passing, the smile on his face became? Reluctantly:

“Oh yes, Bai Liu, you still don’t know, right now there are three or four people for each sacrifice? They are responsible for training and guarding. Before you were there, there was only one person? Later, more and more sacrifices collapsed. With the hands of those who take care of the sacrifices, it has become much more difficult for everyone to escape and seek death.”

“The sacrificed children who live here are very… sympathetic to you.” The little attendant said this in a vague tone, ” I was chosen as the heir of the evil god, and I can no longer be a sacrifice.”

After speaking, the little attendant lowered his head and continued to walk: “Come with me, you don’t have much time to rest, don’t look at it. They’re gone.”

After passing through the long and curved corridor, the little attendant finally led Bai Liu to a very old room. The wooden sign next to the room said [Beiyuan Cangtai], and the little attendant took off the wooden sign on tiptoe. Changed a new wooden sign and hung it up.

Bai Liu looked at the replaced wooden sign and turned into [Misune White Six].

“This is the nameplate you used here in the boathouse when you were making sacrifices. I have kept it and I will use it today.” Beiyuan Cangtai opened the door in a whimper, and the huge moisture in the room came. “This is my room. If you want to rest here, I will replace the room with your nameplate.”

This is a very damp and narrow room. The floor of the room? There is a narrow tatami mat in the middle. There was a set of outdated bedding for one person. Next to the bed was a wooden tray about half a meter apart. You could see unwashed oil stains on it. It should be a wooden mat for eating. The tatami was facing a high one. About forty or fifty centimeters, a little mahogany desk.

On the wall next to the desk is a ukiyo-e-style, colorful picture of waves. In the center of the waves is a shrine-style boat. The flag hanging on the mast of the boat is because of the sea breeze Only half of the flag was blown, and the flag shook and was covered up, but Bai Liu still recognized at a glance that it was an inverse cross flag.

Beiyuan Cangtai is still babbling: “If you want to occupy a Japanese room to rest here, you have to go outside? Put up a wooden sign with your name, or else the supervisors here in the houseboat will treat you as outside? Sacrifice, if you are unlucky, this child happens to be on duty to go to the torture chamber for cultivation, and you will be taken as being dragged to the torture chamber to practice cultivation…”

He paused abruptly as he spoke, and his eyes fell on him. The inside of the opened paper door, as if seeing something incredible, lost all blood on his face in an instant and turned pale.

Bai Liu followed Beiyuan Cangtai’s line of sight, and found a piece of paper pasted on the inside of the paper door——[Because the sacrifice of Beiyuan Kwai’s practice of suffering has reached the standard, today’s Beiyuan clan’s bitter room practice was handed over to the sacrifice Beiyuan Cang Too much execution.

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“Xiao Kui…the practice has reached the standard.” Beiyuan Cangtai stretched out his hand and took off the notice informing him to go to the bitter room to practice? His hands trembled so badly that even his voice trembled, ” I only went to practice for half a day yesterday, and I’m going again today…”

“Cultivation in the bitter room.” Bai Liu knelt on the ground and looked up at Beiyuan Cangtai, “What is it?”

“Oh yes, Bai Liu, you are making a sacrifice. At that time, there was no cultivation in the bitter room.” Beiyuan Cangtai also knelt down behind Bai Liu naturally, he straightened his back, raised his hand and gently hooked the tether around Bai Liu’s ear with his fingers. His tone was as light as his actions, “After you were caught back from fleeing the country,

the

houseboat has been reorganized, and it’s all a regular practice in a bitter room.”

The hair slanted and fell down, all the way down to the waist.

Only at this time did Bai Liu realize that his hair was not half-long like the outside world, but was pulled inward and tied so that it was only half-long.

“It has been five years since you left the houseboat and became the heir of the evil god. The heir of the evil god is responsible for the sacrifice of the gods. The body, hair, and skin are all owned by the gods. You are not allowed to trim your hair at will. Before you know it, your hair has grown so long. Come on…” Beiyuan’s fingers passed through Bai Liu’s long hair, and suddenly muttered to himself, “Longer than a girl like Xiao Kui…”

Bai Liu turned his eyes to Beiyuan who was kneeling behind him: “Although Beiyuan Xiaokui has the same surname as you, it’s not your sister or sister.”

“No, Bai Liu, you have been away from the houseboat for too long, even our Where did the surname come from? I forgot.” Beiyuan shook his head amusingly, he took a wooden comb from under the pillow, knelt back behind Bai Liu and brushed his hair, “The surnames of our sacrifices are the same as our own. It

doesn’t matter.”

“Don’t move.” Beiyuan Cangtai gently held Bai Liu, who wanted to turn her head away, and carefully brushed Bai Liu’s hair, “Wait for your hair, wait for Mifune-sama, I will punish you again. ”

I didn’t forget it.” Bai Liu looked straight ahead, his tone indifferent, “Is this the surname of the person in the town who chose us?”

“My surname is Yufun, I should have been the sacrifice of Yufun at the beginning, you and Both Xiaokui’s surname is Beiyuan, which proves that they are all sacrifices of a person surnamed Beiyuan, and these two people with the surname Beiyuan should be from the same lineage.”

Beiyuan’s hair brushing stopped in the center .

, He paused for a long time before continuing to comb it, and hummed softly.

“But you are no longer Mifune Bai Liu. You have not been sacrificed successfully, and you have become the heir of the Heretic God? You are no longer a sacrifice, and the last name of Mifune has been removed from you.”

Beiyuan lowered his eyes .

, the comb fell down the eyelids until it reached the ground, and the tone was light and determined:

“You are the one chosen by the Evil God-sama, and there should not be any marks on your body other than the Evil God-sama, the surname of Mifune. I’m not good enough for you.”

Beiyuan picked up a tie, hooked a strand from the left and right temples of Bai Liu with his little finger, and hung it loosely around the ear, tied it at the end with a tie, and the last two strands were combined at the center of the back of the head. , hanging on the sacrificial clothes of the white willow.

Bai Liu raised his eyes lightly, turned his head to look at Beiyuan, his hair slipped from Bai Liu’s cheek with the tie in it, and curled into a strand on his shoulders.

His eyelashes are slender and his pupils are dark. When he raised his eyes, the gold powder paint on the waves on the painting behind Bei Yuan reflected in the dark and indoors, as if shimmering like fish scales. Bai Liu asked softly: ” Are you tied up?”

Beiyuan glanced at Bai Liu in a daze, and suddenly laughed: “You are so beautiful, Bai Liu, no wonder God chose you to be his heir from among our piles of sacrifices?”

Beiyuan smiled with a smile.

He shed tears as if he couldn’t control it, his eyelashes were covered with tears, and his forehead was against Bai Liu’s shoulder to prevent his tears from soaking the sacrificial robe. Sobbing:

“…God is so cruel.”

“Why should the most beautiful child among us be allowed to live in such pain, and even be deprived of the qualification to be a sacrifice?”

“There is only one world for us .

It’s just a room of bitterness, but for you, there are rooms of bitterness everywhere.”