I Became a God in a Horror Game: 345, Yinshan Village

The paper man walks slowly past the face of the white willow. Unlike those little paper figures with stiff movements, its movements are smooth and free, just like real people.

The moment the paper man walked past Bai Liu's face, Bai Liu pushed Mu Sicheng out, followed the paper man's footsteps precisely, and followed closely behind.

Mu Sicheng turned his head full of question marks, glanced at Bai Liu, gestured and mouthed and asked: Why are we following?

Bai Liu answered with mouth shape: You have seen paper figurines chasing corpses before, follow them and you might be able to find your corpse.

The paper Taoist strode forward with his peach sword in his hand, as if he couldn't keep up with Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng, because he had no eyeballs. After passing through one after another, Bai Liu heard There was the sound of splashing water.

After passing through the narrow tomb passage again, a long river with a width of about 50 meters appeared in front of Bailiu.

The water in the long river is flowing rapidly, and the white willows can see the splash of the river water hitting the rocks under the light of the censer raised by the paper man. A short white bridge spans the long river.

This bridge is very low and narrow, the bridge body almost touches the water surface, and there are no protective rails on both sides, it feels like people on the bridge can touch the water surface when they stretch out.

Of course, there is no one on the bridge, only some shadows of Bai Liu whose exact appearance is not yet clear are dragging slowly on the bridge.

The closer you get to the Changhe bridge, the more Bailiu can smell a strange smell of water, but the short white bridge looks like a rock from a distance, but when you walk into it, you find it's just A paper bridge made of oiled paper. On the paper bridge are some ghosts with dull faces walking on tiptoes, and some black translucent remnants.

But these are not the most eye-catching, the most eye-catching are the women on the bridge holding white oil-paper umbrellas, walking gracefully like walking in the rain.

These women held oil-paper umbrellas with their backs to the white willow, wore white shrouds, and shook the white handkerchiefs in the middle of their bare feet. They walked from the center of the bridge to the end of the bridge step by step. Ready to go back.

Mu Sicheng was holding his breath waiting for these women to turn around, but these umbrella women suddenly dropped their umbrellas and jumped into the river.

Floating under the paper bridge were the corpses of these women facing down. The hair of the corpses spread long in the water, and they floated motionlessly under the bridge deck. became face up.

The black and swollen face of the face-up corpse had a malicious smile on it, and its two eyeballs were staring at the "person" who was still walking on the bridge, turning left and right to look for something on the bridge. After he couldn't find it, the venomous smile on the corpse's face became more distorted, and then slowly drifted away.

Not long after, a woman walking with an oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared in the middle of the bridge.

Bai Liu stared at the women walking on the bridge, and soon, he found that these women seemed to be the same group, floating on the bridge and down the river, walking on the bridge again and again Go over, jump off the bridge, and float under the bridge.

Every time they floated under the bridge, the eyeballs of these women stared intently at the bridge, as if they were looking for something.

As they failed to find them again and again, the eyes of these women looking at the passers-by on the bridge became more and more resentful and vicious, as if resenting the "people" on the bridge for blocking their search.

Mu Sicheng was terrified by these weird women, and quickly pulled Bai Liu's sleeve: "...What are they doing?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng: "You walked across this bridge once, don't you remember anything now?"

Mu Sicheng was taken aback, and murmured: "...I don't remember."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze: "According to the records of "Maoshan Magic", these women should be ghosts who died on the bridge."

Mu Sicheng asked: "What is a bridge ghost?"

Bai Liu looked at these women holding paper umbrellas: "It is said that in ancient times, when the husband left home, the women in the family would go to the bridge every day and hold umbrellas to watch over them. , but if it is not the good news of her husband returning home, but the news of death, some women would jump off the bridge to die in grief.”

At this time, Mu Sicheng showed some sympathy to the eyes of these women: "So they are looking for husbands who have returned home?"

"It should be." Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng's eyes full of sympathy, "The resentment of the floating corpses under the bridge is very strong. If they can't find their own husbands, they will drag all the men who cross the bridge into the water."

Mu Sicheng said in shock: "Why are you dragging me into the water! I'm not her!"

Bai Liu nodded calmly: "Yes, people also know, so if they find out that you are not yourself after being pulled into the water, they think they have admitted the wrong person and drowned you alive in grief , and then throw you aside, and continue to ‌‌‌."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

"Damn it!" Mu Sicheng came to his senses, he pulled Bai Liu and frowned, "Then, bridge martyr, wouldn't it be very dangerous for you, a living person, to cross this bridge?"

Bai Liu's eyes dimmed: "Yes, the ghost who died at the bridge is also one of the most dangerous ghosts in the records of "Maoshan Sorcery."

"The grievances of the martyrdom ghosts cannot be hedged, they can only be dispelled. If there is no talisman that can pretend to be their husband, once they find out that we are just two strange men, we must be dragged together Jumping off the bridge, drowning alive, trapped in the cycle of this bridge up and down."

Mu Sicheng's back felt chills when he heard this: "Then you are a talisman in disguise?"

Bai Liu paused: "No, it's a positive spell called [False Amulet], and it's not in my sorcery record."

"Then we don't cross the bridge, let's go back and count..." Before Mu Sicheng finished his sentence, he suddenly trembled a few times, the black air on his face suddenly thickened, and his limbs deformed and he fell on the ground, his eyes closed. Chi Hong bared her teeth and rushed towards Bai Liu!

The other end, in the tomb.

Kong Xuyang, who had a [false amulet] on his head, held up the candlestick, and chatted with Yang Zhi, who also had a fake amulet next to him, with a smug face: "Then Bai Liu probably means that he is in the tomb, right? "

Yang Zhi nodded in agreement, and gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs up with unconcealed praise on his face: "Of course, Brother Kong, you are really tall, really tall, and you directly led them into the grave." .”

Kong Xuyang feigned impatience and waved Yang Zhi's hand: "This is so high, it's just a guide talisman for Yin Corpse to lead them a way, mainly because that Bai Liu himself likes to make things, what? Dare to rush into the grave without knowing it, isn’t this self-inflicted?”

"He is willing to take risks because of his tactical style. Can I be considered superior? Doesn't it all depend on the contrast?"

Kong Xuyang sighed and patted the falling lamp ash, and sighed pretendingly: "Of course, I still hope that Bai Liu can struggle to live a little longer, otherwise we can just push the monsters and decipher them all the way. It's too easy to win the game, there is no point, and the attention can't be increased, how can I earn popularity?"

Yang Zhi nodded again and again, feeling quite emotional: "When I competed with Bai Liu, I thought he was so good. I didn't expect that I didn't even go back and forth in Brother Kong."

Kong Xuyang sneered: "Amazing? A laid-off worker in reality, loser, can you compare with me?"

"However, Bai Liu relied on his strength to win the first place in the star list and the first place in the king's list." Yang Zhi unknowingly listed Bai Liu's achievements, without even noticing that Kong Xuyang's face had darkened. Going on, "I didn't expect to lose so easily..."

"Have you finished?" Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi sympathetically.

Only now did Yang Zhi realize that the person from  seemed to have poked Kong Xuyang's sore foot, and hurriedly made amends: "But Brother Kong, you are still no match!"

But after he finished speaking, Yang Zhi felt a little guilty, because Kong Xuyang had never won the first place in the list of kings.

Kong Xuyang was crushed by hearts last year, and spades last year. This year he managed to get it once, but was snatched away by Bai Liu who rushed out of thin air.

Kong Xuyang sneered, ignored Yang Zhi, and went deeper into the tomb with the candlestick in hand.

From time to time, they walked past women holding oil-paper umbrellas, ghosts crawling on the ground, and women covered with hijabs, but Kong Xuyang and the others walked freely among these ghosts Walking through, but these ghosts did not harm them, and those women wearing oil-paper umbrellas came over to hold umbrellas for them.

It wasn't until they were sent to a dark tomb that the woman turned around and walked away slowly holding an umbrella, leaving water-stained footprints on the ground of the tomb.

Yang Zhi looked at the woman who was walking away, and patted his heart in fear: "This [False Amulet] is so powerful, the ghosts who died at the bridge directly regarded us as their husbands, and even gave us umbrellas. "

"If there is no such [False Amulet]..." Yang Zhi seemed to have thought of something terrible, and shivered.

Kong Xuyang also looked at Qi Qiyan, but cursed viciously in his mouth: "These women are too crazy. When I read this book last time, I almost fell into this group of ghosts who died on the bridge. Mom Yes, once they find out that the son is not their man, the son will become their enemy, a bunch of bitches!"

Yang Zhixin felt a lingering fear: "Yes, and there is only one weakness recorded in the books of ghosts and monsters who died on bridges, and that is their husbands! If it wasn't Brother Kong last time, you can find out from Maoshan's books in time. [False Amulet], we are all in them!"

"‌□□." Kong Xuyang cursed sinisterly, but for some reason, the expression on his face eased again.

Kong Xuyang sneered: "Didn't you want to make trouble last time? This time, follow me closely and give me an umbrella."

Yang Zhi rubbed his hands obscenely and laughed twice: "Brother Kong, tell me, maybe these women are okay..."

Kong Xuyang waved his ‌ in disgust and interrupted Yang Zhi: "You have too much taste!"

Yang Zhi tactfully changed the topic: "How far do you think Bai Liu and the others can go in the tomb?"

Hearing this, Kong Xuyang became interested again: "We have already walked through this tomb once, and the most dangerous ones are the dozen or so ladies in the wedding hall, ghosts who died on the bridge, and those zombies. "

"Of course the scariest thing is the Taoist priest in the main tomb." Kong Xuyang's expression became more solemn when he said this, "That thing is at least a monster with a face value of 20,000 yuan. Don't let that thing wake up. Otherwise we all have to die."

"After the first seven days, within two days, the zombie started to wake up after absorbing enough Yin Qi from the last batch of villagers in Yinshan Village. After waking up, it wanted to start slaughtering the village. There was no way to stop it." Kong Xuyang His face was gloomy, "Last time, as soon as we logged out of the game, the Taoist priest killed all the remaining players trapped inside."

"Many of those players are quite satisfied with the team members, and they have no resistance at all in front of the Taoist priest."

When Yang Zhi thought of the Taoist priest, he also looked pale: "It's okay, as long as Bai Liu kills the game, the game will be over. They won't be able to survive the bridge ghost."

"I hope that Bai Liu and the others can hold on a little longer and make the game last longer. After all, Bai Liu is said to have a lot of audiences who support him, and these audiences probably want to give Bai Liu a little more attention." Come on." Kong Xuyang shrugged regretfully, but the malicious smile on his face grew bigger and bigger, "I am a person who has always been willing to satisfy the audience's wishes."

"However, if Bai Liu really can't even play with a bunch of abandoned wives holding umbrellas for me, and doesn't know the audience who support him, what do you think of this scene?"

Yang Zhi comprehended and said: "They don't want to support Bai Liu, they are naturally here to support Kong Ge!"