"With the whole background of the tour, there is no tour guide, and the food is terrible, I really don't know who else will come to this damn place except us big enemies..." Zhang Lizai muttered in a low voice, expressing his dissatisfaction.
Qisi leaned over and smiled: "Maybe this tour was not prepared for living people. Dead people are not picky eaters."
His voice was very light and erratic, sounding sinister.
Zhang Lizai shuddered and shouted, "Don't scare me. I'm a timid person. I'll pee my pants if I'm scared."
Qisi satisfied his bad taste and lowered his eyes innocently: "Brother Zhang, I'm sorry, I just said it casually."
He paused for two seconds, then lowered his voice and said, "I just chatted with Su Po for a few words. When she talked about the boundaries of the village west, she became very secretive. I have learned some Feng Shui, and if my calculations are correct, the village west is probably valuable. things..."
Zhang Lizai asked doubtfully: "Is this a clue? Why don't you go tell Brother Yang?"
"It shouldn't be a clue, it could be gold, jade or something like that."
Qisi opened his eyes and told lies, showing a hint of impatience at just the right moment.
Zhang Licai entered this weird game in order to repay loan sharks. It can be seen that although he is not very courageous, he can throw away his wealth and life in front of money.
——This kind of person is very suitable to be deceived and used as cannon fodder to explore the way.
Zhang Licai patted his fat face, not knowing why: "Little brother, what are you thinking about? You can't take the things in the game out, so why bother? If you can bring them to reality, wait until I become an official player and buy some Wouldn’t it be easier to make money with a prop with a special effect?”
Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly.
Things in the game can't bring reality, so what's going on with him?
Why can he take Rose Heart out of the game?
Facing Zhang Lizai's strange look, Qisi smiled sheepishly: "Brother Zhang, I really don't know. I was so scared to death in the first dungeon that I didn't think about it at all. I thought about it later. , and then I started to think about whether these things exist or not.”
Zhang Licai had no doubt that he was there and started talking about the mechanics of the weird game he knew.
Qisi pretended to be grateful, and his stomach ached as he listened to the other party's clichés. The nails dug into his palms, causing stinging pain. At this point, he completely gave up on trying to trick this fat man into becoming a teammate.
The friend he had to keep because he was useful in reality was annoying enough, and he didn't want to make himself uncomfortable in the dungeon.
After all the players had left the table, Su Po put on her apron, carried the bucket and rag, and returned to the dining table to collect the pots, pans, and leftovers.
Yang Yundong stopped at the corner of the courtyard at the Da Ma Jin Dao area and called out to the players: "I'm going to visit the boundary in the west of the village tonight. Anyone want to go with me?"
No one paid attention to him for a while, and occasionally a few people pointed their eyes at him, casting inquiring glances at him.
Zhu Ling walked over and asked in confusion: "Brother Yang, why do you suddenly want to go to the west of the village? Do you know anything?"
The players all moved closer, intentionally or unintentionally, to take a peek.
Yang Yundong explained: "The reminder is that as long as the truth is restored and repeated at the right time, the villagers will not be harmed. I think the sooner the truth is found, the fewer people will be harmed later."
Zhu Ling smiled and said, "I know you have good intentions, Brother Yang, but you are not in a hurry to find the truth. The rules have said that you should try not to go out at night. Why don't you wait until tomorrow morning?"
Yang Yundong shook his head: "It reminds me that the truth lies in the words of the villagers. The villagers have to wait until night to come out. If you want to ask questions, you can only go at night. If none of you want to go, then I will go by myself."
After he finished speaking, he shook the simple knife on his back and turned towards the door.
"Then Brother Yang, be careful. We are all waiting for your good news." Zhu Ling cast an admiring look at Yang Yundong, sighed again, and said with a wry smile, "But I think human life is more important than the world view. Even if I can't restore the truth, I I don’t want everyone to risk their lives.”
Yang Yundong was silent, but Allen, who was squatting in the corner studying the millstone, came back to his senses, stood up and stated his position: "Yang, don't worry about those cowards, I am willing to follow you!"
Several players looked unhappy after hearing what he said, but they didn't say anything.
He was a newcomer and a foreigner, so there was no need to argue with him.
Yang Yundong was already standing at the door, and Allen followed him happily, without any consciousness of facing danger, but as if he was going on a trip.
I don't know when the fog started outside the door, and the white mist twisted and spread enchantingly, like white gauze soaked in water and rinsed, sometimes stretching and sometimes overlapping.
Yang Yundong and Allen walked into the fog one after the other, and soon disappeared into the sinking dusk.
On the other side, Qisi finally finished dealing with Zhang Licai and was too lazy to get involved in other things.
He dragged his vain steps back to his room and bolted the door.
Putting the cloth wrapped with the divine meat on the table, he took a broom and swept every corner, and wiped off the dust on the bamboo mat with a clean rag before settling down.
It got dark very quickly in the countryside, and it took only a short time for the night to fall. There was silence between heaven and earth, and all life seemed to be frozen for a moment. Even the wind was so light that it could not make the rustle of the leaves.
In the dim light of the cold moon, only the outline of the house could be vaguely seen. The protruding trees and other unknown objects all turned into imaginary ghosts, swaying gently in the silver-gray halo.
Zeiss finished the simple sweeping and put the broom back in the corner.
He took out his pocket watch from his pocket and set the hands to nine o'clock to mark the time of darkness.
Standing in front of the arm-wide glass window, looking at the clusters of black shadows outside the window, Zis realized belatedly that there were no curtains in this room.
He is used to resting in dark closed spaces, and transparent windows without curtains often give him a strong sense of being spied on.
This feels bad.
Qisi looked around and couldn't find any fulcrum to fix the obstruction, so he had no choice but to lie down on the bed, fully clothed.
Drowsiness came over quickly, and his consciousness sank uncontrollably.
From the moment he entered this dungeon, he had an indescribable uncomfortable feeling.
The helpless feeling of being half asleep, mixed with the constant irritability, directly led to his lack of interest and dissociation when going through various aspects of the dungeon.
This physical discomfort then affected his emotions. He became hostile to the dungeon NPC and other players for no reason, and looked forward to seeing tragedies and tragedies more than ever before.
For example, right now, he really wants that fat guy Zhang Lizai to die immediately.
…
In the second half of the night, Qiss didn't sleep well.
The dark dream was grotesque and confusing, only a pair of scarlet eyes stood out, looking directly at him through the dark mist of the dream among the demons and monsters.
Those eyes were still looking at him from a distance, indifferent, distant, and cold, as if they were far away from the world.
No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't break away from the scarlet sight that made him uncomfortable.
Chiss stared at those eyes for a long time without blinking, and asked coldly: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"
I thought I would not get a response, but a hollow voice rang out from the bottom of my mind: "My agent walking in this world, you are burdened with the strongest sins given by fate, and I came in response to your desire to do evil. …”
"You want to say that you are a god?" Qisi narrowed his eyes and interrupted, "I don't think I have provoked any messy existence without even knowing it."
Anna and Anne's experiences appeared before his eyes, and he tsked: "According to my understanding of certain routines, maybe it's for performance needs, maybe it's to satisfy your bad taste, and then you will seduce me for some illusory things." Something to pray to you..."
A chuckle floated in the air, and his voice was not discouraged as he continued: "I have no intention of tricking you into praying... You are the fruit watered by the greatest malice in the world, and there is no need to believe in any existence... I am here to be with you. Make a deal..."
The riddle-like words were difficult to understand. Qiss couldn't quite understand it, but he still continued with interest: "What kind of deal? Tell me."
Scarlet eyes lowered his gaze with a solemn and solemn attitude: "For me and for yourself, kill all the blasphemers... You will continue to win under my inspiration and guidance until you die on the stage where the finale is played. …”
Qisi smiled: "Your Majesty God, before proposing a transaction, it is best to have a deep understanding of the target of the transaction. You should know that when I play games, I don't like someone to judge me."
"Then do you want to know the answer to what you wanted to know six years ago?" The last words floated in Qisi's ears. The next second, the scarlet in the distance shattered like hard-hit glass and turned into a sky. Blood rained down.
【warn! God-level NPCs (data deleted) appear, and the direction of the copy has undergone unknown changes... Data errors...]
Bloody handwriting suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, as if the crashed interface suddenly resumed operation, and lines of prompt text popped up in a delayed manner:
[The authority of God-level NPC is second only to the world rules. It can appear in multiple copies at the same time and share memories. Players are advised to be careful and make careful decisions! 】
[The last player who looked directly at Him has fallen into madness. It would be a good choice to commit suicide before encountering Him... No, you are already crazy...]
Qisi suddenly opened his eyes, heard his own "pounding" heartbeat, and belatedly realized that he was afraid.
Yes, fear.
Just like a beast in the jungle encountering a natural enemy, every cell is trembling, and the fear engraved in the genes triggers the instinct, shouting "run" and "escape"...
The long-lost feeling aroused untimely excitement in his heart. Qisi arched his waist, laughter rolling in his throat.
The laughter was like a whimper at first, and grew louder and louder in a few seconds, until it burst out into wild laughter.
Qisi trembled, recalling the feelings in the dream over and over again, eating the marrow to know the taste.
After a long time, he finally calmed down. He put his hands under his neck and felt a handful of cold sweat, but the bright color in his eyes was as bright as fire in the darkness.
"There is a high probability that the god-level NPC is the evil god in "Rose Manor". Even if he is not, there must be inextricable connections. His expressions are very vague, and his words are alluring, just like those used to trick Miss Anna. The techniques are exactly the same..."
"But it may not all be a scam. The weird game itself is almost like a miracle. The authority of the god-level NPC seems to be quite high - the content of the transaction does not seem to be too troublesome..."
The moon hanging in the sky has risen higher, and I can only see half of it through the window lattice while lying on the bed. With the moonlight leaking into the room from the window, Qisi glanced at his pocket watch.
The hour hand fell exactly on twelve o'clock, and he only slept for three hours despite all his efforts.
A feeling of hunger that arose out of nowhere swept through his stomach, and the sweet aroma of meat filled the air. The hidden desires in his heart were aroused, and Qisi's eyes fell on the white cloth bag on the table.
He knew that inside were the two pieces of divine meat he had brought from the dining table. Even though there is a thick layer of fabric, this unusual ingredient is still particularly tempting.
Blasphemers...are those who eat divine meat counted?
Qisi tapped the roof of his mouth with his index finger, thoughtfully, and then heard noisy voices in the room in the distance, like an argument.
His attention was successfully diverted by the changes outside, and his hunger also dissipated somewhat.
He got up and walked to the window, listening attentively.
The sounds of shouting and smashing things came one after another, and it seemed to be a fight caused by a verbal conflict.
Chiss listened to the sound to judge the distance, and remembered at the right moment that the room seemed to be occupied by a tattooed woman and the skinny man she had forced into a room.
There is a high probability that other players will also wake up hungry in the middle of the night, but not everyone has the divine meat with them.
In critical moments, humans can do anything to survive.
"Did something really happen?" Qisi murmured to himself, gloating about his misfortune.
He was glad that he didn't follow the herd mentality and found a roommate. At the same time, he was a little curious about how the sudden farce would end.
Within half a minute, the sounds of quarreling and fighting subsided, and the winner was probably decided.
There was a loud "bang", and a figure stumbled out of the door. His appearance could not be seen clearly, but he could imagine his state of embarrassment.
Qisi's eyes passed through the window lattice with talisman paper, and through the cold white moonlight, he could clearly see that it was a man.
The man's forehead was bleeding profusely. He knelt on the ground like a wild animal, hissing in pain. He could only vaguely hear words like "hungry".
After moaning for a long time, the man suddenly dug into the ground like crazy, picking up handfuls of soil with his hands and stuffing it into his mouth.
Qis watched it for a while, then lowered his eyes and glanced at the travel brochure on the table.
The poem on the title page seems extremely ferocious at this moment:
[There is no food in the barn, how can we comfort our hungry stomachs? 】
【Everyone for hundreds of miles eats soil, and pierces his belly with wood and rocks and dies. 】
It seems that hunger can kill people; and the only way to overcome hunger is to eat divine meat.
Zeiss has never had a sense of awe. Compared with unrealistic "oracles", he prefers to believe in black and white prompts.
At that moment, he reached into the white cloth bag and opened the covering fabric.
The white and tender gelatinous meat is crystal clear under the moonlight, just like the cold dew in late autumn; the blood lines that appear and appear inside give people a terrifying feeling. Perhaps "amber" is a more appropriate metaphor.
Feeling the hunger that followed him, Qisi grabbed a piece of divine meat and stuffed it into his mouth without hesitation.
The piece of divine meat seemed to be alive. The moment it touched the lips, it slid into the esophagus. The coolness spreads from the mouth to the stomach, bringing a sticky and slippery feeling along the way, like a mollusk crawling slowly.
Qisi touched his Adam's apple with an expressionless face. The muscles under his fingertips trembled and squirmed. He could feel the struggle of the flesh inside, as if he had swallowed a live loach alive.
The fishy smell irritated the tip of the nose vaguely, as if coming from the body, but disappeared without a trace in an instant, like an hallucination.
Qisi looked down at his right hand. For a moment, the outline of the skin appeared as a phantom, blurred, as if some kind of mucus was surging, and there was faint black smoke escaping around him.
He made a judgment: "If you don't eat divine meat, you will face a short-term crisis of immediate death; if you eat divine meat, you will face a long-term crisis of unknown consequences. That god-level NPC is worth dealing with and see if you can get any clues..."
With the decision made, Qisi yawned faintly, lay back on the bed and fell asleep.
