I Became a God in a Horror Game: 340, Yinshan Village
Mu Sicheng called out in the darkness with a trembling voice: "Bai Liu?"
Then, he heard four or five voices of "White Willow" answering him with different tones.
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"What are you doing?"
"I'm here."
"Bai Liu"'s emotionless voice echoed in the tomb, and Mu Sicheng's hair stood on end. He took a step back, raised the camera to point it in front of him, and turned on the night vision mode.
On the green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.
In the narrow tomb passage, four or five ghosts who are twisting and deforming come closer to observe Bai Liu standing in the middle.
Their hands, feet and bodies are like white plasticine being fabricated and shaped by people. Their heads protrude from under the creaking nest, and their feet are folded from the back of their heads, posing in various twisted and soft poses. , but judging from the raised skin covered by the bone, they have bones.
From the poses they pose... Mu Sicheng can't imagine how a creature with bones can pose like this.
Then slowly, slowly, these ghosts became exactly like Bai Liu.
They stand in a row next to the white willow on tiptoe with their heads down. If you don't look at your eyes, Mu Sicheng can hardly tell who is the real white willow.
These five ghosts suddenly raised their heads, tilted their heads and stared at him, a black eyeball slowly dropped from the eyelids in their pure white eyes, and smiled at Mu Sicheng who was standing opposite, and suddenly He turned his head and approached him.
Mu Sicheng was so frightened that the camera almost flew away.
At the moment when those ghosts approached, Mu Sicheng subconsciously turned the camera in one direction and aimed at his surroundings, but when he saw the content on the camera screen clearly in the next second, he directly Leaned in fright.
There are also several ghosts transforming around Mu Sicheng.
These ghosts seem to be preparing to become Mu Sicheng, so now these ghosts are grinning at him with a distorted "Mu Sicheng" face.
In the confusion, a slender hand stretched out from the ghost's pale body, gently holding a match with its fingers.
A calm voice came from afar: "On the road to the underworld, follow the ghosts. When you reach the ghost bridge, hold your breath and wait for me to find you."
This is Bai Liu's voice!
Wipe——!
The match was polished, and the candlestick in front of the huddled Mu Sicheng was lit.
The moment the fire was lit, all the ghosts and monsters around Mu Sicheng faded away, only Bai Liu holding a match to light a candlestick for him was left watching him quietly.
Mu Sicheng held up the candlestick and wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but he suddenly remembered the words [wait for me to find you] that he had just heard in the dark.
He subconsciously held up the candlestick to shine on the white willow in front of him.
Bai Liu's indifferent face reflected the blue flames, and there were no shadows on the ground or walls.
Mu Sicheng's back slowly tensed up. He held up the candlestick and moved in front of him, trying to keep his voice steady: "Where are we going now?"
"Bai Liu" walked forward, and he looked back at Mu Sicheng, the smile on his face seemed to be painted on, with a weird paper texture.
"Go to the tomb, find a coffin, and carry it to the world."
The other end.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick, and there was no one around him.
Just now when entering the tomb, Bai Liu stepped on a flipped trapdoor on the ground, and stood on it to keep her balance. She waited until the ghost appeared and chaos broke out. Bai Liu moved her foot to the side of the flipped door, He just slid through a section of the passage directly from the flip door and fell to the next floor.
When those ghosts didn't respond, Bai Liu disappeared.
Bai Liu stood up, patted the ashes on his trouser legs, and looked up at the place where he fell.
This is a square tomb, not big. Bai Liu estimated that the length, width and height are about 1 meter x 2 meters x 2 meters. The walls are covered with thick dust.
Unexpectedly, these were not what Bai Liu paid attention to, he looked around, and finally saw the trap door he fell down - this is the only exit of this square tomb.
This is a sealed tomb.
And not only that.
Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, and the light of the candlestick flickered, as if it was about to go out at any moment, but the faint light was enough for Bai Liu to see clearly the things placed on the ground of the tomb.
The floor of the tomb was neatly and densely packed with many wine jars. The wine jars were sealed with square red paper, and the red thread was wrapped around the neck. An old brass bell.
The red thread, the bell, and the red paper are obviously the same outer packaging as Bai Liu's coffin that kept the spirit before.
The wine jar is probably not a "thing" that Bai Liu would like to see now.
In such a small tomb, Bai Liu roughly counted, there are about a hundred of this kind of wine jars, occupying most of the space in the tomb, it can be said that only the place where Bai Liu just fell was left unoccupied , the rest of the ground is full of wine jars.
Bai Liu can reach the loose-leaf door by standing on the wine jar, but there is only a thin layer of paper seal on the wine jar, it is estimated that Bai Liu will be broken when standing on it, and the mouth of the jar will be opened. Bai Liu wasn't going to act recklessly until he knew what was in the jar.
Besides, the loose-leaf door was swinging, even if Bai Liu stepped on the jar and reached the door, he couldn't get out.
The situation seemed to be at an impasse for a moment, but Bai Liu didn't panic, he vaguely felt that everything here should have a solution.
Bai Liu held up the candlestick and shone around, this time he looked more carefully.
There seems to be something painted on the mud rock wall. Bai Liu held up the candlestick and watched closely. He kept his body balanced so as not to touch the wine jars placed close to the wall, and wiped away the dust on the wall with his hands wrapped in his clothes. Mud crust.
The dust on the wall fell, and a mural emerged. The mural was a faded painted pattern, which looked extremely old. Many places were so blurred that it was impossible to see what was painted, but with the inscription next to the mural, But I can roughly understand the meaning of this mural.
The wall paintings in the tomb are generally used to record some important events in the life of the tomb owner. Judging from the murals, the tomb where Bai Liu came in should be a collective cemetery in Yinshan Village, which is commonly known as the ancestral tomb. Not built for one man, but for a clan.
Many red villains appeared on the murals. They were neatly dressed, built tombs, worshiped Qingqing, and prayed for good weather and a good harvest.
Judging from the paintings, there were no strange joint burial customs in Yinshan Village at this time. Most of the villagers died normally and put them in coffins to enter the ancestral graves.
Bai Liu noticed the date of the inscription at this time - about two hundred years ago.
That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village. No villagers drowned, and there was no custom of burying unmarried women in wedding sedan chairs with drowned people.
Bai Liu turned around and held up the red candle to look at the second wall.
The villains on this wall are divided into men, women, and children, standing at the entrance of the village, with desolate faces. The strong men were picked out, and seemed to be pulled away by some dark thing, and the place where these men were about to go was painted with mountains of swords and seas of fire. , Guillotine and steel guns, like the eight layers of hell.
The men were dragged away by the dark ghost-like thing. They struggled not to leave and wanted to stay in Yinshan Village, but they were dragged into **** in the end.
They fell into a sea of swords and flames, and were cut into pieces by guillotines and steel guns. The men screamed ferociously. Even if it was just a simple and faded mural, Bai Liu could see the pain of these men.
The inscription next to the mural of the man falling into **** reads【Not to die well, not to be reborn forever! 】.
Only women, old people and children are left in Yinshan Village. They stand at the entrance of the village wearing sackcloth and mourning, looking at the men who fell into **** from a distance, covering their faces and crying.
Bai Liu turned around and looked at the third wall, the candlestick's fire became more and more dim, glowing with a bluish white light, and the wine jars around Bai Liu followed him to look at the next painting, and they also followed him quietly Rolling silently.
But Bai Liu didn't seem to notice this, and continued to read unmoved.
A Taoist with long eyebrows appeared on the mural on the third wall.
This Taoist has black eyebrows, a snow-white beard, a golden crown on his head, and a sense of immortality. Dressed in hemp and filial piety, the people of Yinshan Village pay homage to this Taoist.
The people in Yinshan Village begged and prayed devoutly, and it seemed that the Taoist in heaven had finally been moved.
The Taoist held up the floating dust, step by step, and descended into the mundane world, and landed at the gate of Yinshan Village. People kneeling on the ground at the entrance of the village held the fattest livestock and rice wine in the village to worship the Taoist descended to the mortal world. .
The Taoist took it.
Bai Liu turned around to the mural on the fourth wall, and the jar under his feet was getting closer and closer to him, from a certain distance to close to Bai Liu's legs, as if he was intentionally trapped he.
The Taoist on the fourth mural suddenly changed from a fairy spirit to a green face with fangs, brows and eyes, black and sharp nails, and all kinds of yellow talismans plastered on his body, as if he had been suppressed of demons.
The Taoist held up floating dust and beat the people of Yinshan Village like a whip.
People in Yinshan Village were forced by him to jump into the water and drowned, turning into water ghosts. The girl who had not left the pavilion was put into a wedding sedan chair by him, buried alive in the cemetery and smothered to death.
The Taoist seemed to be planning some important ceremony. The girl who had been strangled to death was dug out of the tomb by him, put on a grand wedding dress again, put into the coffin, and buried it in the ancestral grave.
The body of the drowned person was fished out of the weir pond by him, and the swollen body was stuffed into a shroud by the Taoist, covered with a straw mat, and buried by the roadside.
Continuously, innocent passers-by were dragged into the weir pond by the bodies of water ghosts buried by the roadside and drowned.
When the bodies of the drowned people had piled up in the weir pond, and no new passers-by could drown in the weir pond, this Taoist finally reappeared.
His complexion is getting darker and dry, his eyes are like squirrels, his black ears are pointed, his eyes are sunken, his uterus is purple, his fingers are like steel, he smells as he walks, he doesn't look like a living person at all, he is completely out of control. Zombie faces.
The Taoist zombie dug out the corpses in the weir pond and threw them into the back mountain. He also dug up the corpses of the people from Yinshan Village who had been buried by the roadside. Rotten meat and bones, the Taoist used a wine jar to collect these dead bones, sealed them with red paper and red thread bells, and put them in the partial tomb of the ancestral grave.
This Taoist seems to be using the tomb and these bones to arrange a formation.
Some of the murals in the middle have been blurred, and only the last painting of the closed tomb of the ancestors remains.
The Taoist man was covered with talismans and lay in the main tomb, surrounded by several bride coffins serving him, and the rest of the tombs were full of ghosts of various colors, as well as wine jars.
The burial objects in normal tombs are all gold, silver and jewelry. This Taoist occupied other people's ancestral tombs and used extremely domineering things like red and white double evil spirits as burial objects.
Using the corpses of the ancestors tortured to death as funeral objects, and repairing them under the ancestral house, such a heavy Yin Qi is enough to affect the descendants who live above.
This Taoist will refine all the people in Yinshan Village into red and white double evil spirits from generation to generation, and continue to be buried with him.
No wonder the later villagers of Yinshan Village all died badly. This Taoist did such a magic trick a hundred years ago to trap the people in Yinshan Village. How could the people here die well?
The magic techniques used by this Taoist are extremely sinister and evil in Taoism, which is extremely detrimental to Yin and virtue. This kind of magic has lasted for more than a hundred years, until the last few villagers who stayed in Yinshan Village were killed by this The spell forced him to drown, but it still didn't stop, and Bai Liu and the others, the only remaining descendants of Yinshan Village, were summoned back to continue to torture him to death.
Bai Liu's eyes stopped on the face of the Taoist lying in the main tomb on the mural.
If they hadn't died, this Taoist would probably wake up if he didn't get what he wanted.
For more than a hundred years, countless people have died in vain and become zombies, what will happen when they wake up?