I Became a God in a Horror Game: 334, Yinshan Village

Kong Xuyang was overjoyed, but his face was surprised: "What are you doing with this book?"

"It's used to ask for money." Bai Liu said lightly.

Bai Liu unfolded the book, and several slips of paper, large and small, slipped inside. He stooped to pick it up and patted it, and lined up on the paper in a leisurely manner.

These notes are IOUs, and the amount owed on them ranges from several thousand to hundreds of thousands. The repayment date on each IOU is heavily circled in red, and two more ‌Exclamation point, so we can see the fear of the parties involved and the eagerness to repay the loan.

Bai Liu stroked his chin as if realizing something: "I seem to owe a lot of money to others."

Kong Xuyang looked at it, couldn't help but smiled contemptuously in his heart, and said to himself a stinky poor man.

The character design that Bai Liu took really fits his identity. In the game, he is a professional gamer, or a short-lived ghost who is short of money.

Bai Liu plays a gangster who has dropped out of junior high school and has been in the club all the time. less debt.

At this time, this person already owed a lot of money, and the loan lender began to bite him. He said that if he couldn't pay the money, he would break his legs and make him crawl on the ground for the rest of his life.

This man was frightened, and went to the doctor in a hurry. He found an evil Taoist he knew, and said that there was any way for me to make a fortune.

This Taoist said that if you are really short of money, you can find a very shady place to borrow money from the yin, the more shady the yin, the more windfall you will get.

Hearing this, this fool just happened to meet the archaeological team and told him to go back to his hometown. He thought in his heart and was ecstatic—there is no one in this world who has dug up an ancient tomb and is dirtier. Is the gloomy old man still full of gloom?

If he borrowed money in this kind of place, wouldn't it be a waste!

But he was afraid that something would happen to him after he borrowed the ill-gotten money, so this person still kept an eye out and asked the Taoist carefully, "Will something happen to me if I borrow money from the underworld like this?"

The evil Taoist heard that he wanted to go back to his hometown to borrow money, so he told him that borrowing money from his ancestors is only immoral, but if it is a serious problem, you will have a little bad luck, but there will be no **** disaster. descendants of the village.

But the Taoist may not have imagined that this person's village is actually Yinshan Village, a small village with weird funeral customs.

Generally speaking, if the younger generations borrow money from their ancestors, no big things will happen. Even if the ancestors are angry with you, they will wait for you to die and go to the underworld before they come to settle accounts with you. You won't do it lightly, after all, you can be regarded as their blood relatives, and they still count on you to burn incense and sacrifice.

But what if your grandparents didn't go to the underworld at all, and were trapped in this small village day and night, wandering resentfully?

At this time, if you borrow money from it, it's hard to say what will happen.

Kong Xuyang withdrew his malicious scrutiny on Bai Liu, changed his worried face, and said hesitantly: "Witchcraft seeks wealth, harms nature and justice, and will be punished...isn't that good?"

Bai Liu's eyes still fell on the writing, and he looked at Kong Xuyang, and calmly reflected: "Is it unreasonable to have money that can be obtained quickly in this world?"

Kong Xuyang was taken aback, and subconsciously retorted: "Why?"

Finally, Bai Liu was willing to glance at him lightly from the corner of his eye: "If there is a kind of magic that allows you to start a company and squeeze employees to your heart's content without them resisting, stock trading can predict the direction in advance and cut stocks on a large scale. , as long as one advertisement for usury, you can confuse others, so that others can't help pouring out their wealth to borrow you usury with extremely high interest rates."

"Even playing games and competitions, you can use magic to kill competitive opponents first, without leaving any traces, and finally win to get a bonus."

"You can accumulate a lot of money with this, but according to what you say, isn't this just the use of sorcery to gain unjust wealth?"

"Is it true that those who did these things should be punished?"

Kong Xuyang was shocked by Bai Liu's understatement.

Kong Xuyang didn't do all these things, and he didn't use the props exchanged for the game points to do it. He didn't leave any traces, how would Bai Liu know? !

Didn't he forget it?

Kong Xuyang looked at Yang Zhi suspiciously, and Yang Zhi patted his stomach in a wronged and confused manner, indicating that he really had the memory of erasing Bai Liu, Kong Xuyang reluctantly sat down again in a state of uncertainty Go on: "What were you talking about just now, Bai Liu..."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze lightly: "I'm just imagining what I might do if I got magic. These ways make money fast."

"I really want this kind of ill-gotten wealth."

Kong Xuyang pretended to be amused, and patted Bai Liu on the shoulder: "You're joking about Bai Liu again, you just said that doing these things will bring retribution."

Bai Liu glanced sideways at Kong Xuyang: "No, I don't think there will be retribution for doing so."

"All the money that is harmful to nature can only be divided into legal and illegal. Illegal ones will indeed be punished, but legal ones will not."

Kong Xuyang tried his best to squeeze out a smiling face: "Is there any legitimate money that hurts nature and justice?"

Bai Liu raised the book in his hand with sincere eyes: "I was thinking just now, the law will protect the rights and interests of the living, so it is illegal to exploit the money of the living by various means, but it is like exploiting the dead. Money is not included in the scope of legal considerations and is legal.”

"So it is legal to borrow money from Yin."

Kong Xuyang: "..."

He felt like something was wrong, but he couldn't tell.

Bai Liu opened the "Maoshan Sorcery Manuscript", and there were a few pages inside that were crumpled, and he read it from time to time, and on one of the pages, he made detailed notes.

At the top of this page, there are three big characters making a fortune.

Mu Sicheng, standing behind Bai Liu, quickly accepted his identity as a supernatural anchor, and now he has dedicatedly picked up the camera and started taking pictures everywhere. He saw that Bai Liu was looking down at the book, holding it The camera looked closer curiously, while reading:

"...Fat Yin Cai, wow, this is still a traditional Chinese character, it's so hard to recognize, let me see what it says..."

"Look for a new tomb for burial, with a tombstone, name and gender, burial no longer than a hundred days, prepare meals...choose three animal wines (cattle, sheep and pigs), five Gui days, five Yin hours (five o'clock in the afternoon) ‌Seven o'clock), bring a piece of longevity gold... wait to go to practice."

"Light four sticks of incense first, put one stick in the back garden, and the three sticks of sticks in the right hand point to the west to draw in the sky, praying to the **** of yin and yang, day and night, and then chant the mantra——"

Mu Sicheng gradually became fascinated, and his tone became trance:

"The order of thunder is as urgent as a spark, and it is heard in the ten directions and the three realms in an instant.

The incense in the temple was on and off, and the dark wind whizzed through the hall, giving off a strange echo similar to a woman's laughter.

The statue of Sanqing behind Mu Sicheng turned from a dignified expression to glaring glaringly. He held up his whisk and grinned, as if he wanted to insult Mu Sicheng, a Taoist disciple who used sorcery in front of him. Hit hard.

The crisp ringing of the bell and the sound of the wind came.

The cross red thread on the coffin swayed, causing the bells at the four corners to sway too. The three incense candles lit by He Daniu in front of the statue swayed twice in the dark wind and went out.

The lights in the temple dimmed, and only a light yellow light from the hanging electric lamp above the head shone on the statue. Whether it was a statue or a human being, under such blurred light, it became unrecognizable. Hate it.

The black-and-white photos of the seven benevolent elderly people placed in the temporary alcove facing the seven coffins have become inexplicably more sinister, staring straight at the four people in the lobby Look, the originally friendly smile on his face became weird.

When Mu Sicheng met the eyes of the old man in the black-and-white photo that was facing him, he was shocked and suddenly woke up.

He looked at Bai Liu subconsciously, and Bai Liu shook his head flatly at him: "It's nothing, I'm going to recite this mantra sooner or later, it's better to see the effect beforehand."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

Bai Liu's eyes swept across the dimly lit mourning hall. Suddenly, his eyes stopped and stopped on two coffins.

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi had already stood far away, and their faces were tense.

Even if you play this game once, it is full of small traps and pits. Just now, Mu Sicheng suddenly chanted a mantra.

In the black-and-white photos placed in the alcove facing the two coffins, the elderly people in the black and white photos have kind eyes and friendly smiles. It was a posthumous photo of a single person, but in the chaos just now, it unexpectedly turned into a group photo of two people.

In these two black-and-white posthumous photos, one of the two old men is strangling and holding the camera, and it seems that they still can't remember the shoulders of Mu Sicheng who came to God, and the other is strangling the calm-faced Bai Liu. Corpse spots and duckweed appeared on the shoulders and face, the nails became black and sharp, and the front face looked at the front of the photo with joy and weirdness.

Bai Liu's gaze paused for a moment on the old man's hand pinching her shoulder, then she retracted her gaze from the photo and looked at the yellow talismans on the two coffins.

The cinnabar on the yellow talisman is dim, and the corners are also obviously damaged. It can't last long at first glance.

Bai Liu turned around and looked at Mu Sicheng: "Take off your shirt."

Mu Sicheng was stunned, but subconsciously took off.

Bai Liu's eyes rested on Mu Sicheng's shoulder - there was a black and red finger print that had just been pinched out.

When Mu Sicheng saw the fingerprint, he leaned against it in fright.

Bai Liu touched his shoulder. He also felt some pain in this place. He unbuttoned the two buttons of his shirt and turned his head to look. Sure enough, he found one on his shoulder. Dented finger prints.

Because it was too dark and cold, there wasn't even any pain.

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng: "You've been taking pictures just now, haven't you? Show me."

Mu Sicheng handed over the camera.

Bai Liu stared intently at the palm-sized screen of the camera, pressed the back button on the camera, and quickly searched for something in the constantly rewinding screen.

Mu Sicheng went closer, a little afraid to look at the camera screen, only dared to ask Bai Liu: "What are you looking for?"

Bai Liu's finger pressing the back button finally stopped, and he pressed the play button: "Find something to verify my guess."

The images in the camera began to play normally, and Bai Liu watched intently.

Mu Sicheng swallowed, and looked at it too.

In the shaking camera screen, the lights flickered on and off, and Mu Sicheng could hear the trance sound after he chanted a spell, followed by the piercing sound of the wind blowing, and the incense burning in front of the statue The moment it was turned off, the entire screen went dark and then brightened again.

In this darkness, something seemed to appear beside Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, and then disappeared quickly.

Bai Liu played this place backwards and slowed down again. This time, Mu Sicheng finally saw what was happening, and his blood went cold for a moment.

On the screen, two completely distorted faces covered with maggots were reflected on the screen, and the faces were covered with green duckweed. shoulders.

Then the two old men stared miserably at the flickering camera, leaned on the shoulders of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng and let out a strange smile, the swollen skin and flesh split apart as he laughed , exposing the whitish shreds of meat inside.

The next second the electric light turned on dimly, and the two faces pasted behind his ears disappeared.

Bai Liu handed the camera to Mu Sicheng, who was already frightened into a daze, turned around and walked towards the coffin. He stared at the yellow talisman on it for a second or two, and stretched out his hand, as if to lift the yellow talisman.

Kong Xuyang sternly stopped him: "What are you going to do! This talisman is the [Ansha Curse] for suppressing corpses! You can't suppress the corpses in the coffin if you tear them up! Something will happen! "

Bai Liu didn't care what Kong Xuyang was talking about, and lifted the yellow talisman without hesitation.

The yellow talisman was flipped over, and a talisman was drawn behind it!

Bai Liu opened his "Maoshan Sorcery Manuscript", rummaged through it a few times, and soon found the talisman corresponding to the following talisman.

"[Yin Corpse Talisman]." Bai Liu said lightly, "Sure enough, on the surface this one is indeed [An Sha Curse], but it has been passively manipulated, and behind it is a drawing of these drowned corpses. ‌‌The evil talisman [Yin Corpse Talisman] of the Yin Corpse increases the evil spirit, and the [Yin Corpse Talisman] on the back is facing the coffin, so it is the most powerful spell."

"Pasting this spell will not have any suppressive effect at all. It can only make these corpses turn into ghost corpses faster and come out to cause harm to the world."

Mu Sicheng said in shock: "How do you know that this talisman has a title?!"

Bai Liu glanced at him: "Because the things inside can come out and take a photo with me, this little bit of suppression will play a role."

After Bai Liu finished speaking, she walked forward, raised her hand and tore off all the talismans on the seven coffins.

Suddenly there was a strong wind, the hanging bell rang sharply, and the lids of the seven coffins kept shaking, as if they were about to push back against the red line at any time.

A hand with black nails stretched out from the edge of the coffin in front of Bai Liu, and slowly opened the coffin's mouth.