I Became a God in a Horror Game: 359, Yinshan Village
Seeing that Kong Xuyang was going to lose his mind again, Yang Zhi quickly changed the subject: "Brother Kong, we still have an advantage. We have already figured out how to collect clues on the trueend line in the last round of the game."
Kong Xuyang, with red eyes, forcibly collected his mind, and let out a foul breath: "The almanac in Yinshan Village, the incomplete part of the mural is the almanac recorded in the village. As long as you find the almanac from a hundred years ago, you can make up for it." The background story line of Taoist Zombie."
"You can find its weakness." Yang Zhi patted Kong Xuyang on the shoulder to make Kong Xuyang relax, "A player found a page of almanac in the last game, Brother Kong still remembers that Where did the player find it?"
Kong Xuyang's gaze slowly moved outwards. He looked at the Yantang on the top of the mountain hidden in the darkness, and said word by word: "The mass grave behind the Yantang."
In the tomb passage.
The entrance of the tomb passage, which was getting narrower and narrower, was forcibly broken with brute force, and the four walls were full of sharp paw prints of zombies.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick and took a look: "These should be grabbed by the zombie to go out."
"...This strength is too terrifying." Mu Sicheng stretched out his hand to compare the paw print, and it was two full circles wider than his hand, and the wall could be seen deep, Mu Sicheng's scalp felt a little numb. , "If this zombie goes crazy, it will take a lot of effort to catch us."
"So we need to end this game before then." Bai Liu said.
Bai Liu walked to the entrance where they climbed into the tomb, stepped on Mu Sicheng's shoulder and jumped up with strength, and jumped out. After Bai Liu went out, he backhanded Mu Sicheng and pulled him up.
Their entrance to the tomb was under a bed. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to climb out from under the bed, Bai Liu held his shoulders.
Bai Liu looked outside the bed, and said calmly: "There is light, there are people outside."
It was only then that Mu Sicheng noticed that the silver-white, gray-black light flickered on the ground under the bed, accompanied by faint noises, like the sound of electric current coming into contact with it, and intermittently, many people were talking about it alternately human voice.
These human voices are rough at times and delicate at other times, but it seems that they are separated by a layer, like real people speaking.
"...these ghosts are going to freeze us, kill us, and starve us, but as long as we have a breath, we must guard this place and let outsiders come and **** us away..."
"But the men are gone, leaving a village of old, weak, sick and disabled, how can they hold on, hold on..."
"When will the men come back, and the daughter-in-laws will go to the village entrance bridge to have a look! Remember to bring an umbrella so that you don't get drenched, it will be clear soon, and it has been raining recently..."
Bai LiuMu Sicheng looked at each other, and they understood where the sound came from.
"TV sound." Mu Sicheng pointed to the outside and said softly, "Someone is watching TV."
Bai Liu gestured for him to go out first, then dexterously withdrew from the bed, knelt on one knee in the shadow of the foot of the bed that was not covered by the TV light, he looked ahead quietly, as if confirming What.
Then Bai Liu was sure, he lowered his head and made a [shh] gesture to Mu Sicheng who was still hiding under the bed, telling Mu Sicheng to come out quietly.
Mu Sicheng heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. He thought it was safe outside, so he supported himself with one hand, and slanted his body to get out from under the bed, trying to stand up. Huddled next to Bai Liu, mouthing in horror, "What's the matter?!"
Beside the bed at the entrance, there is a mahogany stool, and on the top of the stool are two gray-haired old men with their backs to Bai Liu and the others.
The old man was facing an old wooden cabinet with rotten edges, and inside the cabinet was a square old-fashioned FM TV that looked over twelve or thirteen inches in diameter.
The picture on the TV is black and white, and it shakes and blurs from time to time, but the two old people seem to be watching very intently, with their necks stretched forward and their backs straight, as if they have already stiffened Usually, sitting motionlessly looking at the TV screen.
The light on the screen shone dimly on the faces of the two old people. Brown spots appeared around the cloudy eyeballs of the old people. You can see the stretching and shrinking white spots of the worm.
They had blank smiles on their faces, and their mouths were moving quickly, as if they were saying something.
Mu Sicheng held his breath and paid attention, but he didn't hear any sound from the throats of the two old people, but soon he realized where the voices of the two old people came from.
The movements of the mouths of the two old men are synchronized with the voices of the people on the TV.
Bai Liu looked at the TV: "They are dubbing the people on TV."
The unsteady black-and-white picture on the TV is like an old video tape in some historical materials. A few plainly dressed and old-fashioned women are sitting by the gate of Yinshan Village, wearing boots and shrouds, kneeling Sitting next to the coffins, waving white handkerchiefs, covering their faces and crying, there was an unopened white umbrella beside them.
Mu Sicheng asked in a low voice: "This is the costume of the bridge ghost. Are these women living bridge ghosts?"
Bai Liu looked at the TV screen and nodded slightly: "It should be."
The two old men with strange faces opened and closed their mouths, and the voice came from the TV:
"There are too many men, there are too many, I will put them in the grave..."
"...I was torn apart by those ghosts, and entered the ancestral grave. How can I meet my ancestors..."
"Put it in a coffin and send it to the mountain on the other side of the bridge for burial, so that they can be buried in peace."
"My enemy! is too miserable! How can I live on!"
The women sobbed and lay down on the coffin, let go of the work, and were about to faint from crying. In the end, they followed the coffin bearer and followed the coffin across the weir pond and onto the bridge.
They were weeping numbly, with wet tears all over their faces, holding umbrellas in their hands to keep the coffins cool, so as to prevent the mutilated corpses and souls in these coffins from being damaged by the sun.
But at the moment of crossing the bridge, these women who lost their husbands looked at the rows of coffins that fell into the mountains, and when they opened the umbrellas to send the coffins off the bridge, they suddenly put away the umbrellas without hesitation. He hugged his umbrella and jumped off the bridge.
Under the bridge is a shallow stream. These women hit the bridge pier and their heads were bleeding.
They hold the umbrellas in peace and look at the coffins on the bridge, with extremely sad expressions on their faces.
The moment the coffin left their sight, they slowly closed their eyes, fell into the water, moved, and the blood oozing from them stained their shrouds and umbrellas red This clear stream.
This picture makes Mu Sicheng's back sweat, but Bai Liu is very engrossed in watching it, as if he is looking for someone.
This searching look made Mu Sicheng even more nervous: "Who are you looking for, Bai Liu, there must be someone you know here?"
"Definitely." Bai Liu replied squinting.
Mu Sicheng was startled, and then quickly came back to his senses: "That's right, Bai Liu, I don't have any memory, and the only people I can know are these, me, Kong Xuyang, Yang Zhi, and me. I know, there is nothing in this picture."
Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng indifferently: "I'm looking for someone outside the screen."
"Outside the screen..." Mu Sicheng was taken aback, "What do you mean?"
Bai Liu replied calmly: "I do know the person in this picture, but there is another person outside the picture, who must be familiar to me."
Mu Sicheng became more and more confused: "This happened a hundred years ago, who do I know?"
"I missed a person, the person who took this picture." Bai Liu stared at the picture, "If I'm not wrong, this person knows what's going on at the first glance. .”
Curiosity overwhelmed fear, Mu Sicheng folded his chest, frowned and began to stare at the edge of the picture earnestly, trying to see the person who was holding up the camera to shoot.
Quickly, Mu Sicheng saw that the shooter was adjusting the camera to let his face enter the country.
As soon as the cameraman's face came into view, Mu Sicheng turned his head to look at Bai Liu in shock: "How could he be like this?!"
Bai Liu remained calm: "So what? What do you think he will do?"
Mu Sicheng pointed at the cameraman who flashed by in the screen, and jumped up anxiously: "He must be like me!"
In the black and white TV, the cameraman is dressed old and trendy, with a three-piece vest, a pair of leather shoes, a filial hat on his head, and tears on his face. What is recorded in an almanac.
Bai Liu looked at this person: "He should be the village Huangli teacher."
The village calendar teacher, the person in the village who records good fortune, bad luck, and small things, is also the recorder of the missing piece of information on the mural.
"How do you know that he will feel the same as me?!" Mu Sicheng was as curious as a cat scratching his heart, and he approached Bai Liu to ask.
Bai Liu glanced at the video camera that Mu Sicheng had been hanging around his neck and was recording, and explained:
"I'm just guessing, already we are in a game, we participated in four kinds of role-playing, and these four characters are the descendants of Yinshan Village."
"Judging from the obtained props and tasks, these four characters are grave robbers, decent warlocks, villain warlocks, and a cameraman."
Bai Liu raised his eyes and looked at Mu Sicheng: "Is it reasonable to push this setting back a hundred years?"
Mu Sicheng was stunned, he seemed to be about to understand: "So I feel that what we are playing is not the current role, but the role of a hundred years."
"To be precise, we are the descendants of four roles." Bai Liu stretched out his fingers and tapped the ground eight times, and then connected every two dots, "Xinguo is a A role-playing game with strict logic, is the cameraman, the recorder of supernatural events, and now there is a cameraman in front of us, who uses the almanac to record good and bad people, and the roles and tasks overlap up to 80% , I personally think that there is a high probability that it is his descendant."
"If I am the one who designs the game, I will adjust their appearance to be consistent to remind you of this."
Mu Sicheng was enlightened: "So I say they look the same as me!"