I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 455

[Chapter 445 The Evil God Festival · Boathouse]

Third night.

Xiaokui, whose body was getting worse and worse, lay on the window sill bored, and then she saw Bai Liuliu who was carrying the lantern on the shrine, and sighed with her chin on her back: “Going again.”

After a while, Xiaokui sighed.

Aoi stood up in surprise. She saw Shiro Liu parked at the door of the shrine with a lamp, and did not push the door in.

An hour has passed.

Two hours passed?

Bai Liu was just like that? Quietly holding a dimly lit lamp, he stood alone in the long, dark night in front of the shrine, like a stone lantern guarding the shrine standing beside the door, motionless.

The door in the shrine was suddenly opened slightly, and a pair of slender, white hands could be seen holding the door valve, trying to reach out to push the door out, which was obviously the hand of the evil god.

The evil god wanted to come out to see the sacrifice standing outside the door, but Xiaokui remembered that his brother said that the evil god was bound in the shrine by chains, and it was impossible for him to come out.

Obviously, as long as the sacrifice walked in, you could see the evil spirit, but Bai Liu just stood outside the door and was no longer close, letting the evil spirit awakened by his pain struggle to get closer to him.

“What is this doing?” Xiaokui frowned, “This guy won’t suffer serious injuries, and spend so much time stealing keys to the shrine, just to stand outside the shrine for a night, right?

” Liu really just stood outside the shrine all night.

When the sky was about to dawn, Xiaokui woke up, and she saw Bai Liu still standing outside the shrine, holding a lantern, and went down the mountain without looking back.

The doors of the shrine, which were constantly writhing, also stopped moving.

“In this person’s mind…” Xiaokui frowned, “What is he thinking about?”

The fourth night, the fifth night, for a month in a row, no matter how badly Bai and Liu Bai Tian suffered, no matter the weather, rain, snow or wind, Bai Liu would go up the mountain with a lantern unshakably at night, and then go outside the shrine. Stand all night and come down when it’s getting dark.

In this way, doing things day and night, even Xiaokui, a bystander who was just observing out of some kind of curiosity, could clearly see that Bai Liu quickly lost weight and became haggard.

Although from the appearance of this person, it is still so calm, like he does not stay outside the shrine every night waiting for the dawn alone.

Just like this? One day, one day, and another? I don’t know how long it took. When the Beiyuan family appeared, the sacrifice was so painful that he committed emotional suicide for the first time. After guiding their teacher, there was an additional course on [love] in their sacrifice teaching.

Luming County began to hang up the color banners about the evil gods festival. The rainy days began to exceed the snowy days, and the trees around the shrine began to bud and bloom.

Xiaokui realized in a trance that the summer festival seemed to be coming.

Not long after that, the sacrifice that came in with Bai Liu committed suicide again. His pain was beyond words, and it was in stark contrast to Bai Liu, who was so calm that no matter how much he suffered, he couldn’t see any waves. So the attention of everyone in the Kitahara family began to tilt toward this more painful offering.

So when the sacrifice committed suicide again, the head of the Beiyuan family waved his hand happily: “That’s good, this sacrifice is about to mature, stop training today, no matter what he wants? Give him any promises, be sure to Let him live in pain!”

Bai Liu stepped back from the patriarch with his head lowered, and the patriarch waved his hand impatiently, letting Bai Liu go back.

As summer approached, it was raining by the seaside, but in the evening the rain suddenly fell. Bai Liu, holding a paper umbrella, walked around the shrine from a side path.

Now, no one in Beiyuan’s house pays attention to this sacrifice that is not painful at first sight, and Bai Liu’s actions are even more free than before.

Xiaokui was lying on the window sill, she looked at the weak lamp in the pus in the rainy night – seeing Bai? Every night, seeing the evil spirits in the mountains has become one of the few pleasures in her boring sacrifice life. .

She was really very curious, what exactly did Bai Liu want to do?

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the light in the rain curtain held by Bai Liu was very weak, like some kind of luminous insect floating around the shrine, wandering and floating in the mountains and forests where the vegetation gradually became denser, looking towards the abode of the gods. Shaking forward, he stopped at the gate of the shrine again.

Xiaokui saw that the door in the shrine was pushed open by another hand.

These days, the evil god in the shrine has stepped out more and more. From the beginning, he could only open a small gap, and now he can open half the door, which once made Xiaokui think that he was inside. The gods will soon be able to come out.

But what Xiaokui couldn’t see was that the hand that opened the door was slender, fair and scarred, covered with wounds from silk threads and chains, and the blood dripped down the robe drop by drop. With the sound of rain in the pond.

“You’re here, Bai Liu.” Sheeta stood beside the half-open door that he pushed with all his might, lowered her eyes and said softly, “I heard your footsteps and felt your pain, Just woke up and waited for you at the door.”

“Aren’t you coming in to see me today?”

There was only the sound of heavy rain outside the shrine’s door, and Bai Liu didn’t speak. Every day comes, Sheeta will be like this every day? Talking to himself with him, but Bai Liuliu didn’t even answer a word to him.

Sheeta was accustomed to this too. He raised his head slightly and calmly watched the shaking wind chimes under the eaves and the increasing rain outside the eaves. , There are dense bloodstains on the robe, and the fresh scars on his wrists that have just been strangled are dripping blood drop by drop, dripping down his pale fingertips.

Outside the door, the rainy night on the umbrella held by Bai Liuliu dripped down like that, blood and rain fell to the ground at the same time, and melted into the mud.

Sheeta said softly: “…the past few days you’ve been here, I’ve woken up earlier and earlier, and you seem to be in more and more pain.”

“What are you suffering, Bai Liu?”

Sheeta looked at That thick and old wooden door, he knew that on the other side of the door stood Bai Liuliu, where he would stand all night, until the sky was about to leave, and then come back the next night.

It’s raining so hard today, will Bai Liuliu get sick…

It’s so strange, Xieta lowered his eyes, he looked at his bruised body, and clenched his clothes tightly in confusion.

It was clearly the body that was bleeding at the moment, but it didn’t hurt much, but just thinking that Bai Liu would be sick, the position of his heart tightened.

A? A very strange pain.

These days, Xieta has never seen Bai Liu, never heard Bai Liu’s voice, he just knows that Bai Liu is on the other side of the door, and there is a path between them that makes it impossible for him to refract The thick wooden door of Bai Liu’s emotions, but he could feel a lot of emotions so clearly.

Every night, when he was about to wake up because of Bai Liu’s approach, his heart beat faster. After he woke up, he tried his best to open the door of the shrine, and saw that Bai Liu did not open the door of the shrine and came in to meet him. When the heartbeat will be dull again.

When Bai Liuliu left, and he heard the sound of Bai Liuliu’s gradually receding footsteps, he slowly fell asleep, and his heartbeat would become faster and slower again.

Thinking that Bai Liu will leave today, it will slow down, and thinking that Bai Liu will come again tonight will speed up.

“It’s raining too much tonight.” Sheeta said to the wooden door, “Do you want to go back earlier?”

There was silence outside the door, Sheeta heard the sound of the umbrella turning, and then Bai Liu Xiang went down the mountain. The sound of walking footsteps.

too weird.

Sheeta pursed his lips, his eyes stared straight at the wooden door, the fingers clenching his clothes tighter and tighter.

Obviously because of the heavy rain, it was himself who let Bai Liu go back, but he really heard the footsteps of Bai Liu leaving without any hesitation, thinking that the time he spent with Bai Liu through the wooden door tonight was so fast. ? No…

Sheeta lost control of himself again.

why?

Without anyone around him, he naturally couldn’t reflect anyone’s feelings, so where did these two contradictory emotions come from?

Although he didn’t get any response every time, every time Xieta asked when Bai Liuliu left, “Will you come tomorrow?”

Bai Liuliu’s footsteps stopped for a moment, and Xieta heard In the pouring rain, Bai Liu’s breathing became slightly heavier for a moment. He took a step forward and walked to the door of the shrine. Sheta even heard Bai Liu’s hand touching the wooden door of the shrine. It seems that Bai Liuliu is going to push the door in in a second and say something to Sheeta.

Sheeta heard his heartbeat beating like never before, he tried to move forward, the silk thread tied to his body even got into his bones, but he didn’t care about it, bowed his head and tidied up his body. Clothes and hair, frowning lightly, but it is not the pain caused by the scars, but the blood on his body that stains his clothes and hair.

Seeing the white willow with blood stains like this, it seems a little untidy, but he can’t care about that much now.

Scheta briefly sorted out his appearance, then raised his head and stared at the wooden door with all his attention, so focused that his breathing almost stopped, allowing the blood on his body to flow down his coat.

Will Bai Liu push the door open to see him?

What will he tell him?

Bai Liu’s breathing stopped for a moment next to the door, and his hand moved slightly on the wooden door.

Scheta looked straight at the wooden door, his shoulders and back slowly straightened, and the light in his eyes lit up little by little.

Then Bai Liu’s hand stopped, he paused, just like in those previous nights, turned and left without saying anything.

Xieta’s stretched shoulders slumped down little by little. He stared at the door in a daze, his eyes were very shallow, as if a layer of light was about to fall.

The moment she heard Bai Liuliu leave, Sheeta could barely hear his own heartbeat, as if his heartbeat left with Bai Liuliu tonight.

Sheeta slowly fell to the ground as Bai Liuliu left, and countless heavy silk threads were intertwined on the skin under his clothes. He gradually closed his eyes and said softly to himself. ”

Whether you come tomorrow or not.”

“I’ll always wait for you.”

Xiaokui stood by the window, she thought it was another rainy day where Bai Liu stayed outside the shrine all night, and was watching her I yawned, but when it was dawn, Shiro Liu suddenly walked a few steps towards the shrine, raised the lamp and shone on the door of the shrine, and put his hands on the door of the shrine.

These Xiaokui raised their spirits and stretched their bodies forward to see? Be more careful: “Should he want to go in today?”

“No.” Xiaokui’s eyes narrowed, “Bai Liu this guy , is it written on the door of the shrine?” The

rain poured down, the rain was noisy, and Scheta’s voice was also beaten by the rain? Pieces were blurred:

“Will you come tomorrow?”

“You won’t answer me It doesn’t matter, whether you come or not tomorrow, I will always wait for you.”

Bai Liu held an umbrella, he stood silently in the rain that was about to fall, and then suddenly turned around, Bai Liu said. ? Liu carried the lamp and shone on the wooden door steamed by the rain mist.

The wooden door was covered with granular water droplets. Bai Liuchuan put his palm on the wooden door lightly, then put his finger on the wooden door, and wrote carefully on the door, stroke by stroke. After saying a word, he was silent in front of the door for a while, then turned around and went down the mountain.

The rain is getting heavier.

In a blurred rain curtain, the light held by Bai Liuliu was getting farther and farther from the door of the shrine, but the gradually brighter sky shone on the wooden door of the shrine, illuminating the sentence Bai Liu wrote on the wooden door of the shrine Words:

[I will come tomorrow.

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