I Became a God in a Horror Game: 360, Yinshan Village

Mu Sicheng rubbed his chin, and was about to continue asking for details, when the sound of a bench moving suddenly appeared in front of him, which startled him.

The old man sitting in the front stood up stiffly and pressed the tuner button to turn off the TV, but the old TV with poor contact didn’t seem to be easy to turn off. The old man hung his head and kept pressing the TV. The picture became distorted and layered, and the human voice inside also became harsh and high-frequency.

Mu Sicheng was about to ask what he was doing, but Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, motioning him to look under the cabinet.

The plug for the TV set lay there quietly, not plugged in at all.

Unplugged TV, artificially dubbed voices...

Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, he mouthed each word, "So this is not a TV picture at all..."

"It's the actual picture." Bai Liu said calmly.

The changing screen on the TV suddenly turned and froze.

Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng's family huddled in a corner appeared on the black and white screen.

At some point around them, a woman with her head bowed, wearing a shroud, and holding a shroud stood in a circle, facing them with the open coffin.

Pairs of green and black hands stretched out slowly from behind the narrow TV, heads with black cracks all over the face came out from around the TV, and the facial features were pulled into strange shapes, slanted to death He stared at Bai Liu and the others.

The head of the old man who turned his back to them was turned 180 degrees, his loving face was full of resentment and hatred, his teeth were clenched, and he made a human voice like a TV dubbing:

"You descendants are finally back, drag them to the mass graves, and bury them in peace!"

Without hesitation, Bai Liu pulled up Mu Sicheng who was still in a daze, jumped over the coffin in front of him, got up and ran.

The ghost behind him was emitting black air, like a spider, with its neck and abdomen sticking out its limbs, hands and feet, scattered and crawled towards the wall, chasing Bai Liu and the others with a ferocious face, the old man's head was turned on his back. ‌, while laughing hehehe, waving his hands and feet back and forth, chasing Bai Liu backwards.

Although this old man is walking backwards, his speed is extremely fast. He is about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng's clothes in a few blinks. Bared open, saliva ticking.

"Damn it!" Mu Sicheng came back to his senses, grabbed Bai Liu's arm in a rebellious manner, and ran wildly all the way.

Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house all the way, those things were chasing after him, the dark Yinshan Village was full of mist, Mu Sicheng wanted to go directly to the direction of the temple, because this place must be the safest.

As a result, when he was about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng took a closer look and found that the lights at the entrance of the temple were flickering on and off. Five figures standing there were shaking and slowly waving at them, as if they were calling them to go over.

Mu Sicheng walked in and took a look, and found five old men wearing shrouds, with blue-black and purple-faced faces, with loving but creepy smiles on their faces, waving their hands and waving them one inch at a time More than black fingernails.

In the temple are seven coffins that were neatly opened.

"There are five here, one in the house, exactly seven." Bai Liu made a quick judgment, "It's too cloudy at this point, these seven old people ran out of the coffin one day, and they can't go back to the temple. Already."

While running wildly, Mu Sicheng hurriedly asked, "Then where are we going?!"

Bai Liu made a decisive decision: "Where is it not safe at this time, go to the mass grave at Qiaotou."

"Ah?!" Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded, "What are you doing there!"

"Go and dig a grave." Bai Liu replied calmly.

Mu Sicheng asked back in horror: "Dig the grave?! Why?!"

"Master Huang Li records the big and small events of weddings and funerals in the village. During the funeral, he will write the life of the buried corpse, and bury it in the grave together with the village affairs Huang Li of that day." Bai Liu explained quickly while running, "Here The tomb was built later, and the burials are corpses that meet certain conditions, and people from Dayinshan Village are not buried in this tomb.”

Mu Sicheng came to his senses: "Are you talking about what happened to those men when they died more than a hundred years ago? This almanac master wrote it down in the almanac and buried it with their coffins. Into the mountain?"

"That's right." Bai Liu nodded, "And it's not just that, do you still remember that in the tomb we met paper priests crossing the ghost bridge to chase away zombies? I think those zombies are the men who were buried on the top of the mountain and died outside .”

"Yes, those zombies were torn apart and stitched together again, just like on TV, and they are still the husbands of those ghosts who died on the bridge..." Mu Sicheng came to his senses, "Yes!"

Bai Liu sprinted towards the entrance of the village, breathing unevenly, but speaking quickly: "Paper Taoist is the incarnation of zombie Taoist. On the one hand, it drives these zombie men across the bridge to the village, and on the other hand, it manipulates them The ghost moved the coffins of the brides out of the grave, moved them to the village, and finally sucked the vitality of the last seven descendants in the village."

"When the number of extremes gathers in the first seven days, the Yin Qi formed by the gathering of such strong grievances, coupled with this century-old corpse-refining magic, is enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world, Let's kill."

Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped.

The ghost behind him let out a terrified roar from a distance, as if afraid of something here, and did not dare to approach easily, while in front of Bailiu, beside the archway at the entrance of the village, stood a tall figure with arms raised, A Taoist zombie whose face, body and body are covered with yellow talismans but remains motionless.

Bai Liu looked at the zombie quietly for a while, then suddenly stepped forward, and tore open the corpse talisman on the zombie's face.

After removing the family Taoist talisman from the face, the zombie roughly revealed its face.

Contrary to his tall appearance, this zombie closed his eyes, his body was pitch black, his brows were delicate and handsome, and his complexion was pale.

Mu Sicheng gasped again when he saw it, his eyes wandered repeatedly between Bai Liu's face and the zombie, and finally he looked like a mosquito coil: "...Bai Liu, This zombie looks the same as you!"

That's right, except for its height, this zombie is almost exactly the same as Bai Liu, who has been staying up all night and working overtime for a week.

Bai Liu is very calm: "I use magic, and this zombie Taoist is also good at using magic. I should be his descendant, and I look normal like me."

"You already knew that this zombie looks like you, so when you let it out, you used so many ghost charms to cover its face to prevent Kong Xuyang and the others from discovering it." Mu Sicheng fiercely Suddenly realized something, "This zombie doesn't chase you because you are his descendant, right?"

Bai Liu said lightly: "It should be."

"... Strange..." Mu Sicheng touched his chin, "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played a game once? They are so afraid of this zombie, they should have seen this zombie, right? Seeing this zombie's face and A certain player around me looks the same, haven’t they discovered the setting of role-playing descendants?”

"I've thought about this too." Bai Liu was thoughtful, "But God, judging from their final reaction, I think Kong Xuyang is very afraid and avoids the close contact with this zombie. As soon as the zombie approaches him Just shrinking his head and crawling wildly on the ground, I feel that he should have never faced this zombie directly."

"And Yang Zhi has been turning his head to look at this zombie, I think he should have seen the face of this zombie."

"When you say this, I also find it a bit strange. Yang Zhi and this Kong Xuyang should have played this game once, but Yang Zhi seems to be completely ignorant of many things. Like us, in the He has been asking Kong Xuyang all the time in the temple, but he is more clear about some things..." Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, "Compared to this zombie, Yang Zhi has obviously faced it before, but he doesn't understand it at all. It seems to know the settings of later generations, and it is obvious that as long as you see the face of a zombie, you can guess it with a high probability."

"Why can't Yang Zhi remember? This game is obviously so scary."

Bai Liu suddenly changed the question: "Under what circumstances do you think people will forget the scene that has a strong impact on them?"

Mu Sicheng thought for a while: "Meet someone more impactful? Forget too much? Amnesia?"

"Tsk." Mu Sicheng shook his head, and he frowned, "These reasons are a bit far-fetched, and Yang Zhi doesn't seem to have lost his memory, it's us who lost his memory, why is he not remembering this scene, really Strange."

Bai Liu slowly turned his head to look at Mu Sicheng, and smiled: "You reminded me."

Mu Sicheng  Bai Liu's scalp tingled with laughter: "What reminded you?"

"In addition to amnesia, there is another possibility that a person may confuse and forget the strong shock scene that he has encountered." Bai Liu looked at the zombie's face that was the same as his own, "That's a mistake."

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "Did you forget it? Isn't it? It wasn't something that happened decades ago, how could he remember it?"

"If this is what happened decades ago to Yang Zhi." The corner of Bai Liu's mouth curled up, "Don't you think we will lose our memory as soon as we enter here? Say, is it a little unfair to us as a contestant?"

Mu Sicheng hesitated: "What do you mean?"

"I'm thinking." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "This is a game with such bizarre settings as ghosts and gods. As a player, does Yang Zhi have his own abilities, such as having a charm that devours memories? etc.”

"And the memory that has swallowed up our family for decades has caused his own memory to be blurred, confusing his own memory, and unable to remember many things he has experienced in the last game."

"Including the zombie's face."

Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's inference was outrageous, and just wanted to refute it, but Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully, and found that all the inconsistent points of Yang Zhi could not be corrected, so he had to refute his own It was swallowed.

My own memory is really disgusting and nauseating if someone swallows it. It's like carrying a diary hidden by a parent, making it into a ppt and playing it in a loop in front of a stranger who is not good to you.

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, "What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memory? He won't find something in our memory to deal with us, right?"

"Treat us?" Bai Liu smiled nonchalantly, "Is your memory such a harmless thing?"

Mu Sicheng was taken aback for a moment: "No, something will happen if you look at **** like Memory Yang Zhi!"

Bai Liu looked back at Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless night outside Yinshan Village, and said flatly: "Some people's memory may be cotton candy, and there will be no big thing after swallowing it, and it will return to sweetness. My memory may be a diary, and if you swallow it, you will have a handle to blackmail people."

"I think I can develop this kind of personality. My memory should not be a pleasant thing."

Bai Liumei turned back with a crooked smile: "Swallowing it may be as painful as swallowing a blade."