I Became a God in a Horror Game: 447, Evil God Festival Boathouse
Shi Zhen stayed in place for a moment, trying to regain his sanity: "Today's lesson ends here."
"Recently, apart from attending classes, you have one more important thing to do." The teacher looked at all the sacrifices, and the expression on his face returned to normal, "The summer festival is coming, before being sent to the shrine, Sacrifice, people have to go to the houseboat to examine your pain."
"Thank you, all the sacrifices, you don't need to be too worried about the results of this test."
The teacher smiled kindly: "Except for the Kwai people, your pain level should not be able to reach the standard. After all, it is only the summer festival, and you have to wait until the winter festival at least to mature."
"All the sacrifices, you can leave now." The master turned to look at Kui, the smile on his face became meaningful, "But you, Kui, still have to stay Take a look."
"Based on your level of pain, this year's summer festival is completely ready to be offered."
"However, in order to minimize your pain, in the next few days, we will give you some extra special counseling, so that your pain can be exchanged for the most valuable value for the Beiyuan family wish."
The teacher stood in front of Aoi, with a strange smile on his face, looking down at Aoi from a high position:
"Aren't you already six years old? It's time to fall in love. Now you know what a beautiful love looks like."
"Then it's time to taste the painful side of love."
"One day we will gather a group of 【Princepeople】, who can act as 【Princesspeople】to choose the object of love you choose."
The teacher smiled: "They are all very good [princes]."
"These 【Princepeople】are the handsome attendants selected by the Beiyuan family from the houseboat, but are about to freeze to death."
"The Beiyuan family rescued them from the cage, and told them that they were rescued because of the kindness of the Kwai people, so they admire you very much."
"They love you naturally, just like the Shiba Inu and dogs that people used to love. As long as you reach out, you can easily get their love and loyalty to you."
"Of course you can choose these [princes and people]." The master leaned close to Kui's ear and smiled kindly, "At that time, we It will be like disposing of the cats and dogs you want on the boat, disposing of these [princes] who love you."
"I hope 【Princess】 will be so cruel."
The light in Kui Kui's eyes that had just stood up disappeared inch by inch, she lowered her head, her tone was as calm as if she had fallen into a well: "Okay, Master."
"I will choose a 【Princeperson】."
That night.
Aoi lay on the edge of the window sill with blank eyes, her long hair slid down her shoulders.
A sunny doll was hung under the eaves of the attic where her brother and the dog were once hanged, swinging back and forth in the night, and even the moonlight shone through the tall attic windows, making it as dark as a doll A towering coffin.
A little light appeared in the dark mountains and forests.
Kui moved her eyeballs, and the originally stagnant facial features on her face suddenly moved. She snorted and said, "It's done again."
Bai Liu carried a lantern and walked on the road between the mountains, approaching the top of the mountain.
Kui moved a bit, she lay on her hands, folded her hands, looked at Bai Liu in a trance, and muttered to herself: "...this guy has survived until now..."
"Does love really have such magical power?"
Bai Liu walked to the entrance of the shrine, and soon a voice came from inside.
The voice was a little eager, but it was still as clear and clean as before: "...I have been waiting for a long time, and I thought you would come tonight."
"It turned out that it was just late."
"Did something happen to you?" Scheta asked softly, "Is it because the sacrificial class was late, or did today's class hurt you, and the way up the mountain was slow?"
Bai Liu, who was standing outside the door, still didn't speak.
Because of approaching the door valve quickly, Scheta was strangled by the silk thread and his breathing was a little short, and the blood flowed a little urgently. hand:
"Today, Bai Liu will still come in to see me, and will say a word to me, right?"
Scheta continued to walk towards the side of the door, his hands gripped the edge of the wooden door, the silk threads on his wrists and ankles shrunk and sank into his snow-white skin, blood flowed profusely immediately, this was tragic The shape of his face and his tone of gossip are completely separated:
"There are more and more threads on my body."
"God told me that this is the shackles that people's pain has turned into on my body. The more sacrifices I receive and the more pain I experience, the pain of these sacrifices will become silk threads entwined around my body. "
"It's really strange." Scheta said in a puzzled tone, "I haven't even received the pain of the last sacrifice, and there are more and more silk threads on my body."
"Whose threads are made of pain?"
Xieta looked down at the silk threads entwined around her body, then raised her eyes to look at the wood: "Is it Bai Liu's pain?"
"But I haven't seen Bai Liu since then. Bai Liu didn't sacrifice your pain to me as a sacrifice. These silk threads should be made of your pain."
Semi-permeable silk threads were generated out of thin air one by one, weaving into a sharp net and cutting into Scheta's face, the blood flowed down the jaw from the scar, Scheta seemed to have nothing to do with it He calmly opened his eyes and looked at the wooden door, his tone slightly confused:
"...Then if these silk threads are the pain of Bai Liu, whose pain is it?"
Xieta frowned slightly, and he raised his hand to cover his heart: "Why do these silk threads wrap around me only when you appear?"
Why is it that only the wounds caused by these silk threads make his heart feel extra pain?
Bai Liu still didn't speak.
It was raining heavily in the forest, and the sound of the rain was pattering.
When it was raining and foggy, Xieta heard the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps turning around and leaving, he restrained himself and took another step forward.
The moment Xieta took that step, as if in response to the sound, countless transparent silk threads flew out from all directions and tied to Xieta's limbs and torso.
Following the sound of Bai Liu's footsteps walking farther and farther away, more and more silk threads appeared on Scheta's body, almost entangled him into a semi-transparent cocoon with only eyes exposed.
Blood dripped from every wound on his body, instantly staining the floor red.
Xieta looked down at these silk threads—every time the white willow appeared or left, they would appear densely and trap him here.
But the **** has said that these threads will not be formed until he feels the exact pain from the sacrifice.
So what are these threads...
The sound of Bai Liu's footsteps completely disappeared in the jungle. Seeing that, Xieta stood there in a daze.
... Bai Liu left this time, and he hasn't slept yet.
He is still awake, the silk thread has not disappeared, and he is the only one in the entire shrine.
Scheta lowered his eyelashes slowly, he looked at the blood-stained threads on his body, without any expression on his face.
——to keep him awake, to make him bruised...
It came from his own [pain].
In the penultimate rainy night of the upcoming summer festival, at the moment when the sacrifice left, the **** who had no desires and desires had [pain] for the first time.
So the dense [pain] makes God sleepless, traps God in place, and keeps God on the sidelines, wishing to leave.
God persistently pulled the [pain] on his body close to the wood where the sacrifice left, just like this day after day, God was sober, persistent in the deepening pain Waiting patiently for the brief arrival of the sacrifice the following night.
——As if the **** is offering his [pain] to the sacrifice.