I Became a God in a Horror Game: 337, Yinshan Village

Kong Xuyang sat on the long bench with a sullen face, his cheeks twitching faintly, and Yang Zhi stood next to him, patting his back for relief.

The old **** Bailiu was sitting on the bench opposite Kong Xuyang, and seeing Kong Xuyang's anger, he smiled very kindly at him.

Kong Xuyang was so angry that he almost took off on the spot. He stared at Bai Liu as a deterrent, and he hammered his knee hard, but he didn't expect that he had a knee **** reflex. Watching Bai Liu kick her leg coquettishly.

Bai Liu smiled again: "My fellow, you are so cute, you still play around."

Yang Zhi turned his head and bit his lower lip firmly, not letting himself laugh.

Kong Xuyang: "..."

It doesn't matter, a person's life passes quickly.

Bai Liu thoughtfully changed the subject: "My fellow, you are willing to trade with me, and you didn't kill my teammate. You are not a kind person, and I will not blackmail you. You will definitely be able to trade what you traded. Bring it here.”

Kong Xuyang's face twitched a few times when he heard Bai Liu addressing himself as a "kind person", and then he asked vigilantly, "What is it?"

"I just want you to chat with me for a while." Bai Liu looked at Kong Xuyang with a smile on his face, "Although I don't live in Yinshan Village, I don't seem to remember anything. Now, I hope you can take me with you, fellow countryman."

Kong Xuyang's eyebrows were twisted into twists: "You made such a big circle just to let me take you?"

Bai Liu nodded seriously: "I don't know the place where I live, I'm afraid to go alone."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Mu Cheng, who was shivering and shivering beside the statue, far away from the coffin, and then slowly shifted his gaze back to the ashes jar that Bai Liu used to step on.

Kong Xuyang: "..."

What do you mean by being afraid that Bai Liu will look back at your teammate's performance and then come to perfunctory me?

Bai Liu didn't seem to be worried that Kong Xuyang would leave him at all, and after reaching a simple verbal agreement, he began to talk to the other party with a smile on his face: "Brother Kong, Brother Yang is going back to the village this time. What are you doing here?"

Yang Zhi, Kong Xuyang: "..."

I called my brother, but I really didn't see you.

Yang Zhi glanced at Kong Xuyang asking for instructions, and after receiving the other party's approval, he explained mysteriously: "We didn't come back to do a business of cultural relics."

Bai Liu came to a sudden: "Oh, Brother Yang, Brother Kong didn't come back to rob the tomb?"

Kong Xuyang ‌ Yang Zhi all gave a meal.

That's right, the roles they played were not two tomb robbers, and the main purpose of coming back this time was not to steal a funerary object in the main tomb of the excavated ancient tomb, but also Side missions without their identities.

Kong Xuyang originally had no intention of hiding Bai Liu's own identity, because the tomb they were going to was located right under Bai Liu's ancestral house, and without the guidance of Bai Liu, a "person", They can't get in.

Bai Liu fell into deep thought.

The libretto of a bride on the coffin just now mentioned three kinds of people who will never leave Yinshan Village alive.

A kind of person who does not respect the ancestors, obviously speaking of the supernatural anchor Mu Chengcheng.

A kind of person who doesn't like chickens and dogs, if he doesn't like it, there will be no Yang Zhi's Kong Xuyang.

There is also a kind of person who does not forget his hometown and his ancestors.

Bai Liu lowered his gaze to look at the "Maoshan Magic Manuscript" written by himself - he wasn't talking about him.

The ancestors of Yinshan Village revered Taoism and believed in Taoists for generations, but they were not very pious to this belief. As a result, Bai Liu actually performed a sorcery and came back, and used it to borrow money from Yin to pay back the debt. He has it all.

Judging from the current situation, his identity should not be the most dangerous, the highest risk.

But the higher the risk, the greater the reward. Although Bai Liu doesn't remember anything, he doesn't reject this identity, and is happy to continue walking according to the setting of this identity.

For example, keep the top seven.

Bai Liu looked at the alcove facing him, and there was no black-and-white photo of a loving-faced old lady supporting his shoulders among the photos placed on it.

In the black and white photo, Bai Liu has an unfamiliar smile on his face.

The next morning.

When Bai Liu woke up, there was only him, Mu Chengcheng, in the temple. Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi didn't know where he went, but Bai Liu woke up Mu Cheng, who was still sleeping, and walked away When I reached the gate of the temple, I looked down and stopped.

Mu Chengcheng followed Bai Liu to the gate of the temple with sleepy eyes, looked down, and then woke up completely: "I'm so stupid, what is it!"

The wreaths placed in the temple were in a mess and scattered on the ground, as if they hadn't been smashed by someone in a wheel, and there were no scattered white paper flowers everywhere on the ground.

However, these are not the scariest thing, the scariest thing is not the densely packed and neat rows of small footprints at the gate of the temple.

‌The footprints are only half the size of a child's palm, in a triangular shape, with only the soles of the front feet. It seems that there is no group of people tiptoeing around the temple gate back and forth according to a certain pattern, as if they want to come in but can't. There was no entrance and was forced to leave in the end.

Bai Liu looked at the footprints for a while, then lowered his head and followed the footprints he left.

"Hey!" Seeing Bai Liu leaving, Mu Cheng became anxious. He looked at the strange footprints in fear, and finally stomped his feet and gritted his teeth and followed, "Aren't you afraid!"

Bai Liu ignored it and walked forward.

These strings of footprints went around the temple, as if they were trying to find the entrance to the temple. After going around a few times, they returned without success, and finally went to the village.

Mu Cheng held up the camera to shoot, rubbed his arms, and looked at some bizarre footprints with trembling teeth.

These footprints are like a group of people walking together on tiptoes, and the steps are about the same size. The distance left by each footprint is different from the naked eye, until they reach the road in the village. On the ground, a series of regular and dense footprints began to disperse.

Some footprints went from one or several places on the avenue to various houses in the village, and the footprints disappeared in front of the house door, as if they did not go home.

Mu Chengcheng took the photo and just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but soon Bai Liu dealt him the final blow.

Bai Liu followed the footprints to the door, and the footprints disappeared on a piece of mud in front of the door. Bai Liu squatted down and turned over some debris covered in the mud. Mu Cheng had a clear look At the place where the footprints disappeared, there was a scene that made his blood run cold.

A tiptoe footprint suddenly fell to the ground and turned into a complete footprint, and there were also two paw prints, and the five-finger gestures of the two palm prints were not yet. inverted.

It seems that at this time, a "person" returning home put down his heels and landed with both hands, and began to twist his limbs and crawl towards the house.

Mu ‌cheng's hairs stood on end: "What is it!"

Bai Liu got up, and he looked at the door with a gap left: "Go in and have a look."

After speaking, Bai Liu pushed open the door.

There was a distant creaking sound from the ancient wooden door, and then it opened slowly.

The surface of the house was dusty. Although it was not daytime, the light was still extremely dim, and only the outlines of some furniture could be vaguely glimpsed. Bai Liu turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and walked to the surface.

Mu Yucheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and walked away holding the camera with shaking hands.

As soon as I walked into the house, I understood why it was dark. The whole house was not airtight, only the two tiles on the top were not translucent, serving as skylights that let in light. The old one Hanging lamps hang from the beams, and the wires are covered with cobwebs.

There is also a stove in the corner where firewood is piled up. There is a large rusty iron pot on the stove, and there are a few notched ceramic jars on the edge, which seem not to be used for seasoning.

Mu Chengcheng tried to turn on the light, but failed. He waved the dust in the air, coughed and said to Bai Liu who was walking in front: "I don't know how long people have been living here, and the electric lights are gone. There is no electricity."

"Not necessarily." Bai Liu held up a flashlight to shine on the wall, "Didn't we just follow a person in? Maybe it lives in ‌‌."

Mu Cheng's scalp was numb: "Don't make such a joke..."

His voice stopped abruptly as he looked towards the wall illuminated by Bai Liu's flashlight.

The light just now was too dim, and Mu Chengcheng was looking at the camera screen all the time, so he didn't realize that there was nothing in the whole house, on the ground, on the walls, or even on the beams. They just watched it from the house. I got a kind of clay handprints and mud footprints with limbs.

On the wall illuminated by Bai Liu now, there are mud handprints and footprints densely covering the entire wall, and the wall is painted gray-yellow. There is no wall of mud.

But look carefully...

Some handprints and footprints are distorted in various ways, as if the arms and feet were not chopped off and printed on the wall with mud. Mu Cheng couldn't imagine such a thing. Limbs grow on a person's body.

As if he didn't see any handprints or footprints, Bai Liu calmly held up the flashlight and continued walking.

Mu Yucheng didn't want to follow for several times, but he didn't dare to go alone, so he could only follow.

Passing through a main room with a few burnt candles in the corner, Bai Liu and the others came to the bedroom of this room.

In the bedroom, there are two raised wooden beds hung with mosquito nets, floating lightly, facing an FM TV set that is at least 20 years old, and next to it is an electric fan hung with spider webs.

Mu Cheng didn't dare to look around at all, he fixed his eyes on the small screen of the camera, and the only person photographed by the small screen was Bai Liu.

Bai Liu lifted the mosquito net hanging from the wooden bed, stepped on the edge of the bed, probed in to check, his figure was half covered by the white gauze mosquito net.

Mu Yucheng patted his eyes intently, and then he suddenly let out a terrified cry.

Bai Liu turned around and said, "What's wrong?"

Mu Chengcheng's face turned pale with fright, he pointed tremblingly at the bed where Bai Liu stuck his head in: "Just now, a crooked head stuck out from under the bed!"

Bai Liu knelt down and looked under the bed without hesitation.

Mu Chengcheng barely pulled Bai Liu to prevent Bai Liu from looking under the bed, and his voice was almost frightened: "You still look at the wool! Let's go first! Would I still lie to you! Really Stretched out a pale and pale head that is still looking at you crookedly!"

Bai Liu pulled Mu Cheng over, held his chin to make him look at the bottom of the bed, and said in a calm voice, "See for yourself if there is a head."

Mu ‌ Cheng closed his eyes tightly at first, then opened one eye carefully after a while, and suddenly said: "No, no more."

"But no, I really saw it just now!" Mu Chengcheng raised the camera and handed it to Bai Liu to watch.

Bai Liu said lightly: "If you really saw it, it is not under the bed now, and it should be on the bed with a high probability."

Mu Chengcheng was playing the camera upside down, he didn't seem to realize it all of a sudden, his face froze completely, he carefully handed the camera to Bai Liu, held it down and turned it upside down The finger on the button moved over to the selfie.

The camera of the camera has switched from camera to selfie, and when the angle of view of the screen is changed, the heads of Bai Liu, Mu Cheng, and the others appear on the screen.

But more than that, a third head appeared on the screen.

A pale, crooked human head was stretching out from the bed, his hands were holding the edge of the bed, and under the cover of the mosquito net, Bai Liu and the others looked at the bottom of the bed side by side.