I Became a God in a Horror Game - Chapter 457

[Chapter 447 The Evil God Festival · Boathouse]

The teacher froze in place for a moment, trying to regain his sanity: “This is the end of today’s class.”

“Recently, besides the class, you have one important thing to do.” The teacher looked at all the sacrifices, the expression on his face His expression returned to normal again, “The summer festival is coming. Before being sent to the shrine, the sacrificial adults have to go to the houseboat to test your pain.”

“But the sacrificial adults don’t have to worry too much about the results of this test.”

The teacher smiled kindly? Laugh?: “Except for Lord Xiaokui, your pain level should not be able to reach the standard. After all, it is only the summer festival, and you will not mature until the winter festival at least.

” .” The teacher turned to look at Xiang Xiaokui, the smile on his face became meaningful, “But Mr. Xiaokui wants to stay for a while?”

“Based on your pain level, this summer festival will be completely over.

You can go to the stage.”

“But in order to maximize your pain, in the next few days, we will do some additional special counseling for you, so that your pain can benefit the Beiyuan family. In

exchange for the desire to maximize the value.” The

teacher stood in front of Xiaokui, with a strange smile on his face, and looked down at Xiaokui condescendingly:

“Sir Xiaokui is already sixteen years old? It’s time to fall in love, now? You already know what a good love looks like.”

“It’s time to savor the painful side of love.”

“Tomorrow we will gather a group of [Prince Lords], young Lord Aoi can be the [Princess? Lord] to choose the object of your love.” The

teacher smiled?: “They are all very good [Prince Lord].”

“These [Prince Lord] are from the boathouse of the Kitahara family. The servants who were handsome in appearance but were about to freeze to death were picked out from here.”

“The Beiyuan family rescued them from the cage and told them that they were saved because of the kindness of Lord Xiaokui, so they all admire you. ”

“They love you naturally, just like the Shiba Inu dogs that Aoi-sama once liked. As long as you reach out your hand, you can easily get their love and loyalty to you.”

“Of course you can also not .

Choose these [Lord Prince].” The teacher leaned over to Xiaokui’s ear, and smiled kindly, “At that time, we will deal with the cats and dogs you don’t want on the ship, just like the cats and dogs you don’t want on the ship. Get rid of these [Prince Lord] who love you.”

“I hope [Princess Lord] will not be so cruel.”

The light in Xiaokui’s eyes disappeared inch by inch, she just stood up, she lowered her head, her tone was as quiet as It fell into the well: “Okay, teacher.”

“I will choose one? [Lord Prince].”

That night.

Xiaokui lay on the edge of the window sill with empty eyes, her long hair slid down her shoulders.

Under the eaves of the attic, where her brother and the dog had been hanged, hung a sunny doll, swaying back and forth in the dark, the high attic windows could not even see through the moonlight, it was so dark as to A towering coffin.

A little light appeared in the dark forest.

Xiaokui moved her eyeballs, her facial features that were originally stagnant suddenly moved, she hummed and said, “Going again.”

Bai Liu carried the lantern and walked on the path in the mountains. Approach the top of the mountain.

Xiaokui moved a bit, she lay on her hands, folded her hands, looked at Bai Liu in a trance, and muttered to herself: “…This guy has actually held up until now?…”

“Love, there really is. So much magic power?”

Bai Liu walked to the gate of the shrine, and a voice quickly came from inside.

The voice was a little anxious, but still as clear and clean as before: “…I waited for a long time and thought you would not come tonight.”

“It turned out to be just late.”

“Did something happen?” Sheeta asked softly, “Is it late for the sacrificial class, or did you get hurt by today’s class, and the way up the mountain was slow?”

Bai Liu, who was standing outside the door, was still did not speak.

Because of the rapid approach to the door ,

Xieta was caught by the silk thread, which made her breathing a little short, and her blood flowed a little more quickly.

Still won’t come in to see me, and won’t say a word to me, will you?”

Scheta continued to walk towards the door, his hand gripping the edge of the wooden door, the silk threads on his wrists and ankles shrunk, sinking into him In the snow-white skin, blood flowed like a gushing, this tragic shape and his tone that seemed to be gossip at home were very separated:

“I have more and more silk threads on my body.”

“God told me, this is the pain of people? The shackles that I have turned into, the more sacrifices I receive, the more pain I feel, and the pain of these sacrifices will become silk threads wrapped around me.”

“It’s so strange.” Sheta’s tone was puzzled. , “I haven’t received the pain of the last sacrifice, but I have more and more silk threads on my body.” ”

Whose

pain did these silk threads turn into?”

The silk thread on his body, and then looked up at the wooden door: “Is it Bai Liu’s pain?”

“But I have never seen Bai Liu since then, and Bai Liu did not sacrifice your pain to me as a sacrifice, These threads shouldn’t be made of your pain.”

Translucent threads were created out of thin air one by one, woven into a sharp net and cut into Scheta’s face, blood flowing from the scar down the jaw. Come on, Sheeta didn’t seem to be aware of this. He calmly opened his eyes and looked at the wooden door with a slightly confused tone:

“…Then these silk threads, if it’s not Bai Liu’s pain, whose pain is it?”

Scheta frowned, and he raised his hand to cover his heart: “Why do these threads wrap around me only when you show up?”

Why is it that only the wounds these threads cause him will let him Heart feels extra? Pain?

Bai Liu still did not speak.

It was raining lightly in the forest, and the sound of the rain was pattering.

In the rain and fog, Xieta heard the footsteps of Bai Liu turning and leaving, and he couldn’t help but take another step forward.

At the moment when Sheeta took that step, she seemed to rise in response, and suddenly flew out from all directions. Countless transparent silk threads were tied to Sheeta’s limbs and torso.

As Bai Liu’s footsteps went farther and farther, Scheta’s body became more and more silk threads, almost wrapping him into a translucent cocoon that only exposed his eyes.

Blood flowed from every wound on his body, instantly staining the floor red.

Sheeta looked down at the threads—every time the White Willow appeared or left, they would appear densely, trapping him here.

But the gods have clearly said that these threads will only be formed if he feels the exact pain from the sacrifice.

So what are these threads…

Bai Liu’s footsteps disappeared completely in the jungle? Xie Ta stood there in a daze, he suddenly looked at the wooden door, and for a moment his expression was unbelievable.

… This time Bai Liu left, and he didn’t fall asleep either.

He is still awake, the thread has not disappeared, and he is the only one in the entire shrine.

Scheta lowered his eyelashes slowly, and he looked at the blood-stained threads on his body without any expression on his face.

——What kept him awake, what made him bruised…

was from his own [pain].

On the rainy night, the penultimate third of the summer festival, at the moment when the sacrifice left, the god who had no desires and no desires produced [pain] for the first time.

Therefore, the dense [pain] made the god sleepless, trapped the god in the same place, and kept the god by the door, unwilling to leave.

God persistently pulled the [pain] on his body and approached the wooden door where the sacrifice left, just like this, day after day, God soberly, persistently waiting for the next sacrifice in the night in the deepening pain short arrival.

——As if a god was sacrificing his [pain] to a sacrifice.