I Became a God in a Horror Game: 367, Yinshan Village

The word "hundred years" on the imperial decree was crossed out in an instant, thunder bursts in the sky, purple light hid behind dark clouds, lightning burst, snow was bright, and soybean-sized raindrops fell in an instant.

Kong Xuyang leaned back and laughed wildly. He wiped the rainwater off his face, and held up the imperial decree happily: "The time has not yet come, and this imperial decree is still ineffective. Wait until you are struck to death by lightning. You mob!"

The Taoist zombies inside the gate of Yinshan Village were unhurried, rang the bell with their right hand, raised their eyes and said slowly: "Arrange to meet the enemy."

The rain smashed the scattered money on the ground, the red and white candles for offering sacrifices, and the unburned incense, and instantly extinguished them. Every household in Yinshan Village lit up dim oil lamps, reflecting the incomplete figures on the windows.

The outlines of these figures are all men in their prime of life. Some of them lack arms or legs, some of them have only half of their heads left in the blast, and they walk out of the house slowly step by step. The moment the men came out and were about to be drenched by the rain, suddenly a white umbrella with a yellowed oil-paper handle was opened above their heads to block them.

Wearing a white shroud, the woman whose head was smashed on the bridge pier followed the man without saying a word, holding an umbrella for the man at every step, and the two held hands tightly under the umbrella.

The bride in a red wedding dress wears a hijab, shakes a handkerchief, and holds red scissors dripping with blood. Walking out of the forest in a daze, a contented smile came from under the hijab.

"The red evil spirit is on the left." The Taoist raised his hand, and a yellow talisman flew out from his cuff and stuck it on the head covering of the bride in the row.

The Xi Pozi under the bride raised her eyeballs and dark eye sockets, smiled in response, lowered her head, and stood still on the left.

The wet old man climbed out of the weir pond, his pale and swollen face was covered with emerald green duckweed, his mouth opened, and black sand flowed down continuously.

"Bai Sha is on the right." The Taoist raised his wrist and pinched a gesture, and the old people stopped moving, their black and blue eyes staring firmly at the village gate.

The heavy rain was getting heavier and heavier, Kong Xuyang looked at the two mahogany swords that were stuck in front of the village and glowed with golden light, his heart was burning with anxiety, and he gritted his teeth and cursed secretly.

The mahogany sword from a hundred years ago blocked the gate of the village, and he and the evil spirits behind him couldn't get in. They had to wait for the thunder to split.

There was a buzzing sound in the clouds, purple lightning flickered, and a thunderbolt more than a foot wide was thrown down, slamming **** the Taoist at the gate of Yinshan Village.

In the dazzling lightning flash, the talisman paper on this Taoist's body was instantly annihilated, and the mahogany sword was shattered into sawdust in the blink of an eye.

The Red and White Shuangsha standing on the left and right were bent down to kneel under the pressure of the thunder, straightened their spines in the mud, and struggled to stand up.

Hundreds of resentful ghosts roared mournfully, full of gloom, happy clothes and shrouds were flying in the cold wind and rain, ghosts and ghosts were full of voices:

"The world is not benevolent!"

"Heaven is not fair!"

Kong Xuyang heaved a sigh of relief, overjoyed, and even read out the words and sentences in the imperial decree aloud: "Everyone in Yinshan Village used sorcery indiscriminately, causing countless innocent deaths and injuries. Their crimes are too numerous to list. Do you want to absolve them?"

The sky thunder dissipated, and the yellow talisman on the Taoist's face was chopped off completely, revealing his face completely. It was a face exactly like that of a white willow, with a calm expression and a calm tone: "Apology."

"It doesn't matter if you don't recognize it..." Kong Xuyang's smile widened, but he seemed to react suddenly, and looked over in astonishment, "What did you just say?!"

The Taoist man carved out of the same face as the white willow calmly repeated ‌‌times: "‌ Plead guilty."

The red and white demons on the ground looked up in amazement, and the ghost who died on the bridge also put down his umbrella, staring at the Taoist like the zombie.

The Taoist looked at Kong Xuyang: "Over the past hundred years, your ancestors have used the tombs to accumulate Yin Qi for the souls of Baoyin Mountain Village, raising ghosts, stealing the vitality of descendants to force reincarnation, and causing countless descendants of Yin Mountain Village to die in vain."

"This tomb array has been arranged so far, and the yin energy is enough to bring us ghosts back to our senses and restore our sanity. It will also empty out the entire Yinshan Village, so that we, the sinners, can avoid the punishment of being scattered in the imperial decree. "

"But for hundreds of years..." The Taoist slowly raised his eyes, "The people in Yinshan Village in the tomb were tempered into ghosts, their souls were separated, and they had no sanity. The order given to guard Yinshan Village and not allow a single outsider to enter caused them to indiscriminately kill many innocent passers-by."

"What you said is indeed true. It is true that you have used sorcery indiscriminately and killed innocent people indiscriminately."

The Taoist man in yellow stepped forward, stepped across the main gate of Yinshan Village, opened his Taoist robe, knelt down on one knee in the heavy rain, and took the imperial edict from the stunned Kong Xuyang with one hand without humility, and raised his head Looking directly at Kong Xuyang, he said in a flat voice:

"Regardless of whether it has been a hundred years or so, sorcery killings are the evil consequences of our people, and should be borne by others, and have nothing to do with everyone in Yinshan Village."

"I would like to be punished, and be struck by lightning until my soul is scattered. In exchange for a hundred years of peace in Yinshan Village, all living beings are safe, people go away, and ghosts go to ghosts."

"But before that..." The Taoist took the imperial decree from Kong Xuyang, gathered his knees, and stood up slowly. The strong wind at night caused the three golden hair crowns on his head to shake from side to side.

Between the sky and the earth, blue and purple thunder lights flashed, as bright as day.

In the light of the lightning, the Taoist raised his rain-drenched face and slowly turned to look at Bai Liu in Yinshan Village: "Are you my descendant?"

"From the face." Bai Liu said in a respectful tone, "It should be, old man."

The two almost identical faces faced each other across the archway in Yinshan Village, which was battered by the storm.

One is wearing a white shirt and suit trousers, with a laid-back posture, as if watching a play, the other is wearing a neat traditional robe, with calm eyebrows and straight eyes, the two are tall and low, Inside and outside, behind him is a screaming ghost, in front of him are bones of foreigners holding foreign guns and cannons, and next to them are Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi who look dull.

The Taoist suddenly smiled, the smile was so wide and generous, as bright as the sun and the moon, if Mu Sicheng was still awake, he would probably be frightened by the smile that appeared on Bai Liu's face, Bai Liu would never be like this Laughing

"Old man? You were only in your early thirties when you died, what do you call it..." The Taoist couldn't stop laughing, his brows and eyes drooped softly, "You are a young man with a naughty nature, and you borrowed money from Yin Yin." Do you want the old man to help you?"

Bai Liu shook his head honestly: "Not yet, it would be great if you could help."

"I can help you." The Taoist groaned with a smile, "You are my descendant. Over the past hundred years, I have accumulated a lot of yin energy. It's okay to lend you a windfall before I leave."

He raised his foot, like a flying dragon flying in the wind, and almost in the blink of an eye, he landed in front of Bai Liu. The Taoist robe was bulging due to the huge Yin Qi emerging from his body, and spread out in the air.

The three golden hair crowns on the top of the Taoist's head spread out, and the black and blue yin that had been lingering on his face for a long time dispersed, revealing a clean, handsome, vibrant face, and the black nails on his hands retracted, turning into clean and round Clean, the fingers of a living person.

His eyes were half-closed, he leaned over and whispered in Bai Liu's ear, the voice of his words was faintly visible in the huge surge of Yin Qi, with a tenderness as if pity:

"A hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was about to fall and be handed over. He had no choice but to make a deal with an evil **** who suddenly appeared. He promised that he would protect Yinshan Village for a hundred years and not let anyone Outsiders invaded and gave ‌‌ this magic book, ‌ as a deal, ‌ gave him his soul, and then suffered a hundred years here.”

"But the time of a hundred years has come, and the evil **** who promised to end all of this is coming, but the time of Yinshan Village suddenly stops, when I am about to be trapped for a hundred years, once it is coming At the moment of a hundred years, it will go back to seven days ago."

"Yinshan Village was trapped in a seven-day cycle and could no longer move forward. Some strange strangers began to enter Yinshan Village on the first day of this seven-day cycle. "

"With so many people coming to Yinshan Village, no one dared to wake them up, and watched helplessly. Strangers and visitors aroused resentment, became more and more unable to control themselves, and became more and more indiscriminately killing innocent people, neither human nor ghost, and wanted to end all this, but there was no way."

The Taoist's slender fingers stretched out from the Taoist robe, and his fingertips gently touched the heart of Bai Liu's forehead. She whispered with a smile in her eyes:

"Thank you."

"Whether you entered the tomb without hurting any villagers, or woke up ‌‌, thank you."

Bai Liu looked at the Taoist: "Don't you hate that evil **** who played with and tortured you?"

The Taoist who looks like Bai Liu closes his eyes, reveals memories, and murmurs to himself:

"...So what about hating, what about not hating, I begged him voluntarily at the beginning, until now, I have never regretted it, I just remember that I knelt in front of him, betrayed the belief of the ancestor, and said— —”

"But keep Dragon City Flying General here, don't teach Huma—"

The clouds and waves rolled in the sky, cracked open gaps, purple light surged, thunder roared, and the momentum was like a landslide, the rain was like waves, and there were two flashes in the cracks, gathering into a round ball of thunder, Aim at the misty yellow-clothed Taoist on the ground, and strike down fiercely like a thousand-thousand-ton force!

The Taoist man in yellow suddenly opened his eyes, turned around, spread his sleeves and spread his robes, protecting the ghost in Yinshan Village and the white willow behind him, and sternly shouted the last three words:

"——Duyin Mountain!"