I Became a God in a Horror Game: 365, Yinshan Village

Yang Zhi dug hard, raised his hand in embarrassment and wiped the mud on his face, handed the pile of almanacs accumulated in his hand to Kong Xuyang, and asked anxiously: "Brother Kong, what is this?" I just dug it out, how do you see it?"

Kong Xuyang took the almanac and browsed quickly:

"...Gengzi Year, Gengchen Month, Guihai Day, March 21st, the young and strong at home gather together to worship their ancestors. My wife, daughter, and parents shed tears beside the bridge, begging the gods of heaven and earth to bless my son from Yinshan Village to return home..."

"Gengzi year, Xinsi month, Xinchou day, the first day of May, there was a battle in the middle of Beijing, the sound of guns rumbled, and the sound of guns pierced, and it was heard hundreds of miles away. The relatives at home were all worried, day and night Praying in ancestral halls and temples..."

"Xinsi month, Yisi day, the fifth day of May, the Dragon Boat Festival, there is no one for women to make rice dumplings, no one for old people to cheer, no one for children to play, and they all sit sadly at the entrance of the village to guard the people who go home with a cloth.

This man's name is Wang Wu. He is thirty-eight years old. He has one son and two daughters in his family. The corpses with incomplete flesh and bones, without right hands and feet, were blown to pieces by the evil spirits' firearms, so they couldn't be picked up. "

"Wang Wu, one son and two daughters shook the body and shouted blankly, Wang Wu should not."

"...On the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, return to the group of corpses, with white faces laid out on a wooden frame, and place them at the entrance of the village. Everyone in the village stands in front of the corpses, silent, no one steps forward to open the cloth to identify the corpses, and everyone hides them. Weeping face to face, several hours later the old Zhang in the village came forward shaking his hands and uncovering the cloth, howling loudly, calling out nicknames again and again, tears gurgling unstoppably, and fainted in front of the corpse..."

…

"On the twenty-third day of the fifth lunar month, all the young and old in Yinshan Village will return, and there will be no life left."

"On May 27th, it is advisable to break ground, go out, bury, and return home young and strong. Most of the bones are not complete. According to the custom, they will not be buried in the ancestral grave. They will be buried at the foot of the opposite mountain. , seven to forty-nine days of vigil, although not in the ancestral grave, but buried with great ceremony."

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"July 20th, all righteous men died, and foreign ghosts were rampant. They went to Beijing without hindrance, burned, killed, looted, committed all kinds of evil, the fire burned smoke, and Yinshan Village could be seen faintly."

"The imperial court does nothing, let ghosts eat people, within three days, surrender."

"On the seventh day of September, there were rumors in Beijing that the court had a meeting with the foreign ghosts. To show their sincerity, they handed over the villages where the people involved and their relatives lived to the evil ghosts, and allowed them to slaughter, rape, kill, plunder and garrison. , by default, it can continue to move forward, cede territory, and punish the mob, to show its sincerity.”

"There are only women, young, old and weak in Yinshan Village, who have no power to resist. The sad people would rather die than surrender, so as not to be humiliated. The young and strong survivors all jump off the bridge to die for their husbands, and die with umbrellas. They die without regret."

"Better to be a ghost under the bridge than a **** in front of the hall."

…

"What's all this mess?!" Kong Xuyang looked more and more angry, "Does it have anything to do with that Taoist zombie fart, does it have anything?"

Yang Zhi glanced at the more and more ghosts who were blocked from the zombies, couldn't help trembling, his face was pale, he didn't even dare to shake his head at Kong Xuyang too obviously, for fear of angering him : "No, no ‌."

"No, don't dig it!" Kong Xuyang kicked Yang Zhi's head, and his face was bloodshot with anger.

Watching this scene, Mu Sicheng couldn't help but sneered mockingly: "Only idiots would vent their anger on their teammates."

Kong Xuyang's forehead and temple jumped, and he walked over and raised his hand to give Mu Sicheng a knife, but halfway there, he saw the fangs at the corner of Mu Sicheng's mouth, and stopped again.

Mu Sicheng is now poisoned by corpse poison and turned into a zombie. If he walks over and gives Mu Sicheng a bite with all his might, he will be the one who suffers.

He's exhausted his energy now, and he can't control Mu Sicheng's zombie guarding Mu Sicheng carefully, so he can only let the zombie guard Mu Sicheng...

Besides, if the zombie bites Mu Sicheng again, and Mu Sicheng's mental value falls below 20 and he does not die, then more troublesome things will happen.

‌Priority, don't waste energy, first find the almanac!

Kong Xuyang's raised hand paused for a moment, he took a deep breath, then slammed his hand down again, turned around, pinned the almanacs on his waist, squatted down, and continued digging the grave with Yang Zhi.

Mu Sicheng looked at the yellow calendar on Kong Xuyang's waist, moved the monkey's paw that was cut behind him by the zombie, and let out a long breath slowly.

Just now he tried to provoke Kong Xuyang to come and steal the almanac on his waist, but he didn't expect Kong Xuyang, an idiot, to react soberly at this moment, and no matter how loud he was, he would not give him a look.

Mu Sicheng glanced darkly at the iron wall surrounded by zombies. Although it was shaking slightly under the siege of ghosts, it still seemed unshakable in a short time.

Kong Xuyang is right, the trump card he hides can last until he finds out all the almanacs.

If Huang Li hides the key to the game as Bai Liu said, wouldn't Kong Xuyang really win as he said?

Besides, Bai Liu and these ghosts are outside the wall, so I don't know how long Bai Liu can last...

The fangs around Mu Sicheng's mouth grew longer and longer, his face was a blue color close to that of a corpse, and his breathing became rapid. He visually measured the distance between him and Kong Xuyang.

This distance can be filled by a burst, that is to say, he can suddenly rush over to carry out a surprise attack, steal the almanac on Kong Xuyang's waist and throw it outside the zombie wall.

But if he rushes over forcefully, the zombie behind Mu Sicheng will definitely tease him again, and Kong Xuyang will also be furious, and will definitely kill him, between the zombie and Kong Xuyang Under the offensive, Mu Sicheng felt that he would burp if he couldn't last long.

...I just don't know if Bai Liu can decrypt this thing in time, find out the secret of that Taoist zombie, and then come to save him.

With so many steps, I also know that it is absolutely too late to cooperate.

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath——

But I don't know why, when he thinks that the person outside is Bai Liu, no matter how outrageous the operation is, he still thinks it's okay--

——Gamble!

Mu Sicheng stared at the calendar on Kong Xuyang's waist, took a deep breath, lowered his body, flashed his right paw and rushed over to scratch Kong Xuyang's waist, almost at the same time, the zombie behind him followed closely On the top, the body swayed and there was an afterimage, and he opened his mouth wide and was about to bite Mu Sicheng's back fiercely.

Kong Xuyang's reaction was also extremely fast, before the anger in his eyes surfaced, the dagger in his hand was swung backhanded, and swung out from his waist, swinging away Mu Sicheng's claws stretched out.

But what Kong Xuyang didn't expect was that Mu Sicheng didn't turn over to block the zombies behind him as he expected, but ignored Kong Xuyang's dagger with his right paw and pulled it forward, pulling Kong Xuyang to his own in front of you.

Under Kong Xuyang's stunned and unprepared eyes, Mu Sicheng was bitten fiercely on the back by the zombie behind him. ‌‌ Unable to react, Yang Zhigang threw out the almanac from the cemetery, squeezed it into a ball and threw it out, and said sharply: "Bai Liu, the almanac is out!"

The zombie behind Mu Sicheng bit him tightly, and he was bitten until he choked on a mouthful of black blood.

From the place where the zombie was bitten, the corpse poison poured into Mu Sicheng's body continuously, and his complexion faded away in an instant.

Mu Sicheng propped his hands on the ground, gasping for breath, his breath brought out a foul smell, his eyes were darkened, his fangs were so long that they were about to touch his jaw, and his throat was filled with a bloodthirsty roar.

Kong Xuyang watched helplessly as Mu Sicheng threw out the Huang Li that he had collected so hard. He was so angry that every muscle on his face trembled uncontrollably. He never calmed down again this time. , holding up a short knife, he was about to stab Mu Sicheng into Mu Sicheng's heart fiercely: "Mu Sicheng——!!"

The tip of the short knife pierced Mu Sicheng's back, but it seemed to be pierced on some tough animal leather, and it couldn't go in again, and it just rolled up.

Kong Xuyang paused, and his expression suddenly changed.

Oops!

Being bitten twice in a row, Mu Sicheng's mental value dropped to twenty percent!

[System warning: Player Mu Sicheng's mental value has dropped to 17, and he has entered a frenzied state of the panel! 】

Mu Sicheng slowly raised his scarlet eyes, tilted his head a bit, turned his shoulders rubbing his fists, stood up against the zombie biting him on his back, He flicked the two monkey paws that had become longer and longer, looked down at Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi who were constantly retreating, and raised his eyebrows slowly:

"No wonder Bai Liu left me here and was in no hurry to save me."

"It turns out that this game has such a crazy setting." Mu Sicheng stretched out his tongue to lick away the blood stains on his mouth, his eyes parted red, and he smiled evilly with his mouth parted, "It's really interesting, I like it .”

Kong Xuyang's voice was sharp and piercing, and he formed a palm with one hand: "The zombie is back! Protect me!"

The wall of zombies that surrounded Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi quickly shrank inward.

The walls of zombies were shrunk while being beaten by Mu Sicheng, barely shrunk to half, and the size was no longer comparable to before. Holding on to the talismans to control these zombies to resist, coughing up two mouthfuls of blood, he weakly urged Yang Zhi: "Quick, dig!"

Yang Zhiqiang resisted not to look out, and devoted himself to digging the grave. His eyes were red, his breathing was short of breath, his hands were straining, and he dug quickly under the pressure of survival.

There is no point in doing anything now, only digging graves to end the game quickly!

Yang Zhiqiang calmed down on his own, swung his arms left and right, and dug two graves at the same time. As a result, Yang Zhi felt that something was wrong when the two graves were dug halfway.

The burial objects in this tomb include all kinds of incomplete and exquisite ancient gold and silver jewelry and Chinese porcelain. In the middle is a good-sized lambskin diary. It is not an almanac, and the diary is not written in calligraphy. , but English letters.

Yang Zhi dug a few more times full of doubts, and saw a foreign-style hexagonal coffin. He lifted the lid of the coffin and looked into the grave. He screamed in shock and sat down on the ground. , kicked his legs back a few steps, pointed to the coffin with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice: "Kong, Brother Kong, look at the people in the coffin..."

Kong Xuyang followed Yang Zhi's fingers, looked into the coffin consciously, and also froze.

Inside the coffin lay two corpses dressed in foreign clothes. The two corpses were dressed in foreign clothes and lined with Taoist robes. They looked neither yin nor yang, nor east nor west. But even stranger were their faces.

The faces of these two corpses are exactly the same as those of Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.

Yang Zhi backed away in fright, crying in his voice: "Brother Kong, what's going on here?! How can there be corpses here that look the same as ours!"

Kong Xuyang stared at the two corpses motionlessly as if in a nightmare, his face turned pale and pale for a while, and he muttered to himself:

"The tomb robber who stole things from Yinshan Village a hundred years later, the fake foreign devil who robbed Yinshan Village a hundred years ago..."

"If the Taoist priests of Maoshan's sorcery are in Shouyin Village, then the upright warlocks of Maoshan should be..."

In the blink of an eye, everything was connected in Kong Xuyang's mind. He flipped open the Maoshan Daoshu book he stole from the back of the temple, but he didn't find any notes. Suddenly thought of something, stacked the books upright and looked to the side.

Written in English on the side page:

[On April 17, 1901, two masters were specially invited to assist us in breaking down Yinshan Village with decent techniques, and we will thank you very much later].