I Became a God in a Horror Game: 276, border of dense forest

The curtain door of the tent made a crackling sound of being opened.

Spades tightened the hand covering Bai Liu's lips, and whispered in his ear: "Come here."

Bai Liu's gaze moved, passing through several obstacles that blocked his sight, and landed on the shoe of the person who had just stepped into the tent—it was a pair of well-made prop shoes.

Spades' prediction was not wrong, it was indeed his teammates who came in.

There was a muttering voice: "This fellow **** actually left the corpse he snatched here, what the hell?"

"Ni Shen, what do you think?"

Naishen looked around and said: "He should be planning to use this place as a stronghold."

Bai Liu hiding under the bed squinted her eyes—this god-defying voice is an ai-synthesized mechanical sound that is very similar to the sound of a , and you can't hear it if you don't listen carefully.

However, in the games that Bai Liu has made, there has been technical docking about this area. One of the voices is almost exactly the same as that of Nishen, and Bai Liu heard it in an instant——

——This guy has a synthetic voice in front of his teammates, not his original voice.

He raised his head upwards to divert his gaze, trying to see the face of this **** of rebellion, but the clamp of the spades behind him became tighter and tighter, but in the end, Bai Liu still saw the face of the **** of rebellion who walked to the bedside.

It was a very unrecognizable face. Even a professional player like Bai Liu, who is good at remembering facial features, needs to stare at it for two or three seconds before he can barely remember this face.

——but the first time I saw him, Bai Liu was not sure that he could immediately distinguish Nishen from the crowd.

These facial features are so ordinary that they are vague.

Just like his voice, there is a sense of disobedience that is too normal and balanced after being adjusted by the engineer.

Naishen didn't stay at the bedside for long, and turned around and left with the other team members: "Spades may be a better base to find, let's give up the original one..."

"But his body was not taken away..."

"...Maybe he saw a better corpse on the road with higher judgment points, so Spade threw this one away. It's not the first time he has done this. Come on. When meeting Kabbalah for the first time..."

A group of people walked out of the tent discussing.

But Spade still stuck to Bai Liu's shoulder motionlessly, as if waiting for something, and didn't get out from under the bed.

"There is still another wave coming." Spade said.

As he finished speaking, the curtain of the tent that had just been closed was lifted again. Bai Liu looked through the gaps between the various items under the bed and saw several pairs of panicked military men. The green rubber shoes dragged a blood clot lying on a stretcher, or a shape that can only be described as a blood clot, into the tent.

This [blood clot] has no limbs, and the semi-viscous blood gushing out of his cavity makes his face and facial features invisible. The tent was covered with his blood spattered.

A soldier tried to stop the bleeding by bandaging and tightening the broken parts of his limbs, but it was just a futile attack - the flow of blood just changed from a "fountain" to a "river" without stopping signs of coming.

The soldier said in a distressed voice: "...he is still alive! Why didn't the medical soldiers take him away for treatment when they were cleaning the battlefield! Let him stay there and be bombed like this by the enemy's tail-sweeping shells!"

"He could have lived!" When he said this, the soldier was still trying to tighten the bandage that was stuck in his arms, trying to stop the bleeding through such forceful means—— Because of the excessive force, his voice was trembling a little.

The other soldier's voice was much calmer, but it was still hard to conceal the heavy: "...Didn't you notice that we encountered more and more work when we were cleaning the battlefield recently?"

“…there are more and more wounded soldiers on the battlefield, but the medical resources obviously cannot keep up. Sergeant, so the rear troops are preparing..."

The soldier who was tightening the bandages to save the ‌ had a difficult voice: "——so the group of ‌ would not be rescued directly, and let us take them away as corpses, so that there would be no wounded soldiers, only martyrs?"

Another soldier is silent.

The soldier sneered sadly: "It's just a reissued martyr's meritorious service medal. This group of non-commissioned officers wholesales things that are less than five cents. They think this is worth a life?"

He asked sharply, but there was a cry in his voice: "Guy, this corpse lying on the ground, ate and slept with us yesterday to collect the corpse, write letters to his mother and fiancee, do you think it is a martyr's brand?" Is it worth his life?"

"...I don't think it's worth it." Guy replied sadly, "But Cole, this is war, and the value of our lives is not judged by ourselves, and even our corpses are not controlled by us."

Cole finally let go of his trembling hand, and he slumped on the ground and muttered to himself: "...Yeah, this is war, what those high-ranking non-commissioned officers want most is a Is it a corpse that can be attacked? - No need for emotion, value, or even life."

There is no bleeding from the severed limbs of the corpse on the stretcher—he is already dead.

Guy hugged Alex, who was in a trance, and put his head on his shoulder: "—but there are no such corpses in this world, so we are human beings who are engaged in war like corpses, we don't It should be sexual."

"—Alex, don't have feelings for other corpses anymore, it's too painful."

Alex hugged Guy's shoulders tightly, and he buried his face in the bed, sobbing uncontrollably: "I can't do it, Guy, I can't do it—I Not a corpse."

"I stopped not doubting hate and love against my peers."

Alex's face was covered with tears, he looked at the blood-stained, unrecognizable corpse on the ground through Guy's blood-stained shoulder, and asked in a daze: "——Guy, what do you mean?" If the corpses can be moved, and the war continues as those people wish, then there will be no injuries or deaths on the battlefield, as long as there are soldiers like us who recover the corpses?"

Guy stroked Alex's hair, and sighed as if he thought he was stupid: "You still have a month to turn twenty, this is not something you should think about."

"Working hard to survive on the battlefield is what you should think about."

Alex lowered his head to rest on Guy's body, suddenly raised his head and kissed him, and put his arms around his neck.

But Guy was not shocked by Alex's behavior, instead he leaned back on the bed meekly, and Alex still kissed him frantically to vent his emotions—it seemed This is not the first time this has happened.

The two took off each other's blood-stained clothes, breathed heavily and looked at each other for a while, Alex seemed to be restraining and restraining his emotions and desires that he shouldn't have, and supported Guy's body His body tensed up and his waist trembled.

He knew it was wrong.

But he no longer knows what to do is right.

As if aware of Alex’s repulsion this time, Guy lying on the bed raised his hand to cover his eyes, and he tried his best to express a relaxed and slightly teasing tone: “Hey, young man, Relax, anyone has a reasonable way to use condoms, and Tom from the tent next door can use up ten boxes of Ares condoms a month in the town brothel.”

"What we're doing is just..." Guy Dunton said, "It's just, it's like a brothel you know? But of course it's not like that, except you and I don't want to be in a brothel , so we use this method to vent..."

Alex still lowered his head and did not speak.

"God!" Guy interrupted his words abruptly. He put his hands down and looked at the blood-spattered tent roof with empty eyes, and said to himself in a trance, "I'm talking with you What are you talking about... Alex, you are still a child."

"You shouldn't be in this place with me, you shouldn't be doing such things at this time... I'll spoil you, God will punish me."

Guy tried to push Alex up on him.

"Then God should punish me too." Alex raised his crying eyes, "Because I just want to have **** with you, I can't control it, I can't think of anything other than you This happened.”

"You're the only one in this place that makes me feel like I don't look like a corpse."

"I love you, Guy."

Alex pushed the stunned Guy back on the bed, and they shook violently on the crude steel frame bed, as if they were going to turn into corpses on the bed in a moment.

Specialized in listening to the main line of the drama, but suddenly changed to the /‌ channel in the middle of it, so I couldn't understand it, so I showed a confused spade: "...?"

Listening to the main line, Bai Liu realized what was going to happen halfway through: "..."

This Guy and Alex are actually a couple.

Although Bai Liu has read many weird research reports, he knows that in some difficult and special environments that lack sexuality, the proportion of **** men will rise linearly.

It's not because these men naturally like men, but in this cramped, high-risk environment, it's hard for them not to face each other day and night, and ask their comrades behind them to have something special that is higher than that of friends sustenance.

The most direct manifestation is that in this environment, many men tend to have intimate relationships with men around them, such as sex/relationships.

So Bai Liu expected that he might see this form in this dungeon, but not in this situation.

The steel frame at the foot of the bed is shaking violently, and from time to time it will hit the back of the head of a calm-eyed Bai Liu. There is only one bed board separated by a heated entanglement, panting and various words and sentences Mixed together, echoed in the small tent.

If Bai Liu was the only one, he could have shamelessly walked out from under the bed.

But... when there is something in this shape, everything becomes...

After confirming that some small movements could not disturb the two people above, Spade approached Bai Liu, and asked in a low voice with a correct attitude: "Is what they are doing related to the main plot? "

Bai Liu turned around and faced Spade, and said calmly: "It's not very relevant, I can only say that this matter shows the relationship between these two npcs."

"Why are you asking this?"

"Oh." Spades nodded understandingly, "Is that so? Just now when you heard that Alex was going to insert/introduce Guy, you felt a little nervous and hid away."

"I think this is something closely related to the main story line, you want to listen carefully."

Bai Liu: "..."

Spades looked at Bai Liu in bewilderment: "? Why are you so popular?"