I Became a God in a Horror Game: 292, Borderlands

Bai Jiamu blurted out: "Why did you suddenly tell Bai Liu's fortune?!"

"What fortune-telling!" Nishen retorted angrily, "My skill is called [Listen to God's Words], which is different from fortune-telling, okay?"

"It's all bad." There was a killer sequence next to his teammate excitedly approaching, "What did you figure out?"

Ni Shen's gaze paused, and he smiled: "The birth of a new **** has been calculated."

Bai Jiamu quickly thought of the group of aborigines who like to raise snakes, and their strange attitude towards Bai Liu, he frowned: "You mean that Bai Liu will be believed by these aboriginals in this dungeon" New God?"

Naishen turned around, no emotion could be heard in his voice: "It's okay."

"The origins of the supernatural beings are all the same. Bai Liu can be selected here, which proves that he has been selected in all the dungeons. That's why he keeps meeting old god...level npcs."

Ni Shen was silent for a moment: "The evil **** prefers Bai Liu to be his next successor, and he is inducing Bai Liu to kill a god-level npc."

Bai Jiamu frowned: "What do you mean?"

Naishen turned his face and smiled again: "I also understand it very well, that is to say, I saw some things that the gods talked about, and the prophecy is like this."

"Even I, a prophet, sometimes don't know whether what I prophesy is true, or whether the gods deliberately lowered this phrase to make me think astray."

The more Bai Jiamu listened, the more he understood, his brows were almost knotted: "You mean God told a lie?"

Naishen shook his head: "You know the identity of my skill, which is similar to the judge in the sect, and my skill is to accept the oracle about the future from God, and use this prophetic oracle come to judge the people."

"The oracle is absolutely true, and the **** can indeed see everything about what will happen to everyone in the future."

The more Bai Jiamu listened, the more confused he became: "Then why..."

Naishen lowered his eyes slightly, he seemed to be thinking about something, and when he spoke again, he changed the subject abruptly, "Do you know how to not lie, but perfectly deceive a person?"

Bai Jiamu was stunned: "How to do it?"

Naishen looked up at Bai Jiamu, with a strange smile on his face: "That is to tell him only a few words about the truth."

"The oracle is the perfect expression of this deceitful thinking."

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was a strange smell of bonfires in the dense jungle.

In the center of the indigenous territory where the lake goes in, there is a shed built by rubbing broad leaves and grass roots. Under the shed is a two-person tall wooden statue of a god. A unique ‌ oil-based red paint for grass and trees.

Six piles of torches were placed around the statue of the god. In such a rainy weather, not only did the flames not go out, but they burned weirdly higher and higher under the blowing of the wind.

The body was covered with red paint. The natives danced around the idol and the six torch piles in a strange circle, hitting their own knees, and humming a well-known ‌Eerie tune.

Kneeling in front of the statue was a man lying on all fours in the mud. This man is the traditional indigenous leader. He buried his head in the mud with his hands up and let the heavy rain wash his body. , praying incessantly:

"God, you have given us a vast land and abundant rain, and you have shown us the enemy and the crisis in advance, and you have given us Pluto, the lake of death, as a harbor for defense. When the artillery attacked us, it rained rain and dew to help us fight back."

"The victory will be ours, because God has already foretold all this."

"You once sent an oracle to tell us that the only way to get rid of those evil foreigners who occupy our land and enslave our bodies is to kill the factory manager."

The man kneeling on the ground raised his head slowly, as if he was afraid of offending the wood carving. He raised his neck and looked at the statue with fanaticism:

"You and I agree so much, the director of the factory is indeed a despicable and shameless stranger, using a hypocritical appearance to confuse us!"

"We have regained our freedom under your oracle instructions, and the next step is to win this war. God, please tell us, tell you weak and devout believers, what should we do ?”

"To this end, I will offer your favorite offering, our desire and pain!"

After finishing speaking, the man climbed into the shed and put his ears on the ground, as if he was listening to the oracle from the gods, and nodded from time to time in response, with a solemn expression, as if he really heard something.

The other natives waited with bated breath.

After a while, the man came out of the shed cautiously. He stood, his eyes flickering with determination, and there was an unconcealable malice in his voice:

"God said, kill that guy and that new commander, and push me back to the top, and God will give us everything we once had."

"Everything will return to peace."

On the boat.

Bai Jiamu was still thinking about the question Nishen said just now, and he couldn't help asking: "Ni Shen, even if the oracle has the possibility of inducing and deceiving people, although I think God really exists, Do you mean that few people except you can hear the so-called oracle?”

Bai Jiamu doesn't believe in religion, he has a skeptical attitude towards these gods and gods, and it's okay for Nishen.

This **** stick has a strong sense of self-management—Ni Shen also believes in God, but only uses the prophecy as a reference. ‌Instructions come.

That's why this guy was called 【Adverse God ‌Judger】.

"You want to ask me, why can npc hear the oracle in a dungeon, right?" Nishen sat by the side of the boat and rowed, and he looked back at Bo Jiamu with a smile, "Except for a judge like me You can make a one-way phone call to God from time to time and ask him about the oracle. Whether ordinary people can hear the oracle depends on the intensity of the person's inner desire."

"In other words, most of the oracles that a person can hear are what he wants to hear from God, and they are in line with his own desires to move toward things."

"Historically, most of the cases where oracles were heard were because this person wanted to gain a certain status, so he used theocracy as a guise to persecute others."

Naishen withdrew his gaze: "I can't rule out that some people can really hear the oracle. The oracle really likes to give hints to people with such strong desires, and then use these people to disturb the world. After making a mess, use these people to control the world."

"God does not want to see the world in peace, so that he has no value in existence."

Several Killer Sequence members who wanted to hear gossip all leaned over and squatted beside Nishen, and the small wooden boat fell to one side afterward.

Naishen quickly put his feet to the other side, stopped the two team members who were running this way, stabilized the boat, and said helplessly: "You don't help row the boat and watch me rowing by myself Forget it, why are you still helping to capsize the ship? You are undercover agents sent by the traditional indigenous people to assassinate me."

The team members nodded seriously: "That's not possible. The traditional faction has an advantage in the game. We may be able to pass the level directly by lying down with your head."

Against God: "..."

What the **** am I working so hard to bring them through the game.

Several Killer Sequence team members were all grinning, they all knew that they came to this dungeon to help Spades get in shape.

Originally, the team members were very young. In this process of running in and out with Spades, and with Nishen as a tactician at the bottom, it really feels like playing a game. They all played very relaxed.

Bai Jiamu took the oar from Nishen, and asked curiously: "When my desire is very strong, I can't hear the oracle."

Naishen squinted at him: "You are young, you can have strong desires, and God looks good on people who have very strong desires."

A team member beside him teased meaningfully: "Oh, you are young, Bo Jiamu, is it when you wake up every day when you have the strongest desire?"

Bai Jiamu raised his head angrily and gave this person a slap: "Bai Yi, you are going to tell me such a colorful joke just because you are my brother-in-law! Be careful, I will cut you ‌Feed the fish!"

Bai Yi touched his nose, stuck out his tongue, and shut up.

Bai Jiamu looked at Nishen, and retorted ferociously with red ears: "Is Bai Liu young? Are you saying that he was chosen by God to be the successor? Then can he have strong desires? ‌Just get up every day and come there by yourself!"

Bai Yi quietly retorted from the side: "Hey, he married Spade, so it was he and Spade who played at night."

Bo Jiamu: "..."

Against God: "..."

After a while, Bai Yi touched his chin, and added thoughtfully: "Of course, if Bai Liu has a strong desire, it's impossible to come again in the morning, and it may be from morning till night..."

Bai Jiamu raised his oar and slapped Bai Yi's **** expressionlessly, knocking him into the water hard.

Bai Yi's head emerged from the water soon, and he looked at Bai Jiamu incredulously, with visible grievances on his face: "Why are you beating me? This is what I said Yes, Bai Liu said it himself, he said that he and Spades used 18 boxes of avoid-gululu in one night!!"

Bai Jiamu stood up and stepped on the side of the boat, and pressed the oar against Bai Yi's head with a furious expression: "Shut up, I'm underage!"

Bai Yi screamed: "Bai Jiamu, you can stop young people from telling pornographic jokes because you are underage. You only have one month to become an adult!"

"Young people should have **** freedom——!! Gululu——! Spade is married, do you still deny the fact that he has a partner and sex/life! Gululu—— !!"

Bai Yi pressed loudly: "You just don't want to be reconciled to being the last one in the team who is not out of order. Even the purebred straight man Spade found a wife earlier than you..."

Bai Jiamu was red from his ears to the base of his neck, and he slapped Bai Yi's face twice with his paddle with a ferocious expression.

Bai Yi fell back dizzily, with mosquito coils in his eyes, and the water gradually disappeared from the bubbles.

Bai Jiamu took two deep breaths, then flushed with fierce eyes, sat down very calmly, and faced Nishen squarely: "I don't mind at all that I am the last single male in the killer sequence team , don't listen to his nonsense."

Naishen calmly ignored the blood stains on the oars, and gave him a thumbs up: "It's a beautiful job."