I Became a God in a Horror Game

Mu Sicheng touched his chin and was about 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 front stood up stiffly, and pressed the FM to turn off the TV, but the 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.

Unplugged TVs, dubbed voices…

Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, cold sweat was oozing out of his forehead, and he 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 blue and black hands slowly stretched out, heads full of black cracks drilled out 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 turned his back to them one hundred and eighty degrees, his loving face was filled with hatred and hatred, his mouth stood between his teeth, and he made a voice dubbed from a TV:

"You descendants have finally returned, drag them to the mass graves, and bury them in the ground!"

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 hideously. 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 to the temple."

Mu Sicheng ran wildly and asked anxiously, "Where are we going then?!"

Bai Liu made a decisive decision: "It's not safe anywhere at this time, go to Qiaotou Mass Burial Mound."

"Ah?!" Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded, "What are you doing there!"

"Go and dig a grave." Bai Liubo 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: "Are you saying that what happened when those men died more than a hundred years ago, it was written down by this Huang Li Shi and recorded in the Huang Li, and buried on the mountain with their coffins?"

"That's right." Bai Liu nodded, "And not only that, do you remember that in the tomb we met the Paper Daoist who crossed the ghost bridge and chased away 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 together, just like in the TV show, they are still the husbands of those ghosts who died on the bridge..." Mu Sicheng suddenly woke up, "Yes!"

Bai Liu sprinted towards the entrance of the village, breathing unevenly, but speaking quickly: "Paper Taoist is the incarnation of zombie Taoist. On the one hand, it drives these zombie men from the top of the mountain across the bridge and into the village, on the other hand, it manipulates ghosts into the tomb. The coffins of the brides were moved out and moved to the village, and finally sucked the anger of the last seven descendants of the village."

"Wait until the number of the first seven gathers together, the Yin Qi that such a strong grievance gathers together, plus this corpse refining magic technique that has lasted for a hundred years, is enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world and start a killing spree. "

Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and 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. be 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 look as normal as me."

"You already knew that this zombie looks just like you, so when you released it, 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 What, "This zombie doesn't chase you because you are his descendant, right?"

Bai Liu said lightly, "It should be."

"... Strange..." Mu Sicheng touched his chin, "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played a game once? They are so afraid of this zombie that they should have seen this zombie? Seeing this zombie's face and someone around him, Players look the same, didn't they find the setting of role-playing descendants?"

"I've thought about this too." Bai Liu thought about it, "but judging from their final reaction, I think Kong Xuyang is very afraid and avoids the close contact of this zombie. As soon as the zombie approaches, he shrinks his head and goes crazy on the ground. Crawl, I don't think he has ever faced this zombie."

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

"When you say this, I also feel a little strange. Yang Zhi and this Kong Xuyang should have played this game once, but Yang Zhi seems to be completely ignorant of many things. Like us, he has been in the temple all the time. Ask Kong Xuyang, but he is more clear about some things..." Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, "For example, Yang Zhi has obviously faced this zombie, but he doesn't seem to know the setting of future generations at all. If you see the face of a zombie, you can probably guess it."

"Why can't Yang Zhi remember it? Obviously this game is so scary."

Bai Liu suddenly changed the subject: "What kind of circumstances do you think people will forget a scene that has a strong impact on themselves?"

Mu Sicheng thought for a while: "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 look like he has amnesia. It's us who amnesia, so why he doesn't remember this scene, 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?"

"In addition to amnesia, a person also has a strong impact scene that may confuse and forget that he has encountered." Bai Liu looked at the zombie's same face as himself, "That's a confusion."

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "I remember it? It's not that bad, right? It wasn't something that happened decades ago. How could he remember it?"

"If this is what happened decades ago to Yang Zhi." Bai Liu's mouth curved into a corner, "You don't think we will lose our memory as soon as we enter here. In a game of a competitive nature, for the two of us, the contestants will lose their memory. Is it a little unfair?"

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 memory-devouring spell or something."

"And the memory of the two people who devoured us combined for decades caused his own memory to be blurred, and his own memory was confused, and he couldn't remember a lot of things he experienced in the last game."

"Including this zombie's face."

Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's inference was outrageous, and just wanted to refute it, but Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully and found that all the inconsistencies 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, will he?"

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

Mu Sicheng was stunned for a moment: "No, memory will have an accident if Yang Zhi's garbage looks at it!"

Bai Liu retracted his gaze towards Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless night outside Yinshan Village, and said plainly, "Some people's memories may be marshmallows, and if you swallow them, it won't be a big deal and it will be sweet, and some people's memories may be sweet. It's a diary, and if you swallow it, you'll get the handle of blackmailing people."

"I think I can develop this character, and my memory shouldn't be anything pleasant."

Bai Liu turned his head with a smile, "Swallowing it may be as painful as swallowing a blade."

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