Yang Yundong naturally noticed the faces on the ceiling staring at everyone.
He frowned, took three incense sticks from the incense table, and said without looking back: "We have all eaten sacred meat and have sinned. Let's pay our respects first and then look for clues."
No one has any objections. The tattooed woman's lessons are right in front of her, and no one knows when the change will happen to them.
Zhu Ling also took three sticks of incense, but did not come forward. Instead, she waited aside and stared at Yang Yundong intently.
Yang Yundong was unaware and knelt down in front of the incense table. He held the three slender incense sticks with his right hand and bowed three times.
The blood-soaked military coat was dripping with blood, and soon it left an irregular outline in front of the incense table.
Qisi noticed that several black smoke curled up from behind the memorial tablet, and connected with the faces on the ceiling.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that those faces were smiling, as if something had happened and it was playing into their hands.
Yang Yundong completed the worship and stood up slowly, staggering as if he might fall down at any time, but he finally managed to support himself with the simple knife under his arm.
The moment he stood completely upright, a "pop" sound sounded in the silence, and two incense sticks in his hand broke out of thin air at the same time and fell to the ground.
People are taboo about three long and two short, and fragrance is taboo about two short and one long.
Zhao Feng was the first to react and shouted: "Let's go!"
He didn't need to remind him at all. As early as the change occurred, Qisi took a step back and withdrew from the ancestral hall.
Also exiting the ancestral hall was Zhou Yilin. This girl looked soft and weak, but her reaction was faster than Qisi's.
The others also realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The door of the ancestral hall slammed shut behind them, locking the remaining four people inside.
Under the pale sky, the ancient ancestral hall occupies itself like a monster. The wilderness outside the door is lonely and vast, with no human beings in sight.
A gust of biting wind rose from the ground, blowing the clothes of Qi Si and Zhou Yilin, and the coldness poured in from the collar, making a rustling sound.
Zhou Yilin started to cry again: "He...are they going to die? I'm so scared..."
"I can't die." Qisi said coldly, "Now there are only two of us, let's talk about the fact that you changed my clues without permission."
Zhou Yilin stopped crying and murmured: "I'm sorry, it was Sister Zhu who forced me to do this... I always wanted to remind you..."
Qisi did not look at her, but quietly stared at the tightly closed door of the ancestral hall. The dark color was thick and solemn, but it made him think of the condensation of blood for no reason.
He said lightly: "Zhou Yilin, as far as I know, Zhu Ling only wants to get rid of Yang Yundong, so that she can win over Zhang Licai with her little prestige and form an absolute advantage in numbers. And besides that, she can attack other people. , redundant and easy to leave flaws, very unwise.”
"You took it upon yourself to modify my clues to lure me into the trap, and broke the bystander effect by infringing on my interests. You also gave me hints in advance, conveyed your intention to cooperate, and led me to become hostile to her. I guess you wanted to get rid of her. Right?"
Ziss spoke calmly, as if he had witnessed the entire incident.
Zhou Yilin's timid expression calmed down and turned into a calmness that was almost indifferent.
She changed her crying tone in a second, tilted her head, and said with a smile: "You saw it, so what is your choice?"
…
In the ancestral hall, Zhang Licai quickly recovered from his fright, wailed and threw himself on the closed door, pushing it outwards with all his strength.
The door creaked as he pushed it, but it was never pushed open. There wasn't even a crack, as if a force was blocking the door from the outside.
Zhao Feng kicked the door and concluded: "The door is closed tightly and cannot be opened."
Zhu Ling maintained her precarious calmness and analyzed: "The death point should have been triggered. At least one of us must die, otherwise there will be no solution."
Yang Yundong tilted his head and glanced at Zhu Ling with his deep eyes, but in the end he said nothing.
At the bottom of his mind, Zeiss' words regurgitated like a tidal wave.
'Brother Yang, survival and profit-seeking are the natural laws that are most in line with biological instincts. Under the new rules of the weird game, the public order and good customs used to safeguard collective interests in reality will no longer apply. It's a pity that there are still countless tame sheep who have been deceived by this set of lies. Because of cowardice or conformity, they voluntarily gave up their interests and were exploited...'
'Those who follow the rules will starve to death after paying the grain, while the self-seekers guard the granary and dominate, using standards set out of thin air such as class, stance, and ideas to divide groups into pieces, and encourage one group of people to impose tyranny against another group of people. . That's ridiculous, isn't it? But this is the essence of what human beings call public order and good customs. '
Question after question echoed in my memory, and the malice behind it was so profound that it felt like falling into an ice cellar.
Yang Yundong closed his eyes, and the experiences of the past forty years flowed through his mind like a river, becoming lighter and weaker inch by inch, and at a certain point turned into a blood coagulation as thick as ink.
He saw a fire, painful faces, and countless broken corpses...
'Brother Yang, I can see that you still can't accept this set of rules. The contradiction between truth and experience makes you feel extremely painful. If that's the case, why should you continue to suffer? Instead of kidnapping others with their morals, why not sacrifice your own backward and conservative morals? Maybe I can think more highly of you...'
Yang Yundong thought of something, but seemed to be unable to think of anything. He raised his eyes, his eyes slightly focused.
The human faces on the ceiling turned into bursts of black smoke, swirling around the four trapped people. There seemed to be countless pairs of eyes in the accumulated smoke, painful, greedy, resentful, and sad, layered like fish scales. Layers upon layers.
A howl with different tones converged into the same content, like a complaint:
"Meat...meat...give us meat..."
Zhao Feng was the first to bear the brunt and was scratched several times on his arm.
He cursed, picked up a razor blade, cut out a piece of flesh from his arm, and threw it into the black smoke.
The sound of chewing stopped for a while, and the howling of the human face continued, like a greedy beggar, stalking for more.
Zhao Feng's face looked ugly, and Qisi's words rang in his ears:
'The meat on each person's body is limited, and the best plan is to choose a victim...'
'As long as we deal with the strongest ones and form an absolute numerical advantage, we can decide the life or death of anyone...'
A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, Zhao Feng deliberately slowed down his pace, and silently walked around behind Yang Yundong step by step.
As long as this self-righteous leader is killed, the alliance formed by him and Zeiss can compete for leadership...
Zhao Feng looked around and saw that Zhang Lizai was still squatting in front of the door trying to think of a solution and did not pay attention to him. Zhu Ling looked in his direction and gave him a knowing look.
And Yang Yundong never looked back from beginning to end.
…
[Rules have been refreshed]
[3. The ghosts in the ancestral hall are always hungry. It is best to prepare enough meat before coming to worship. The total amount of meat is the amount of meat for an adult, but more is essential. 】
Qisi raised his eyebrows invisibly when he saw new text refreshed on the system interface.
Zhou Yilin next to her immediately squatted down, hugged her knees, and shook her head into a sieve with tears.
A few seconds later, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open from the inside, and Zhao Feng, covered in blood, walked out first, followed by Zhu Ling.
Zhang Lizai sat slumped next to a skeleton, looking stunned.
Qisi saw that except for the head, which could be used to tell that the deceased was Yang Yundong, the skeleton had been chewed clean from body to limbs, leaving no trace of flesh.
It is obvious what happened in the ancestral hall. Yang Yundong died at the hands of Zhao Feng and became meat to fill the stomachs of ghosts and monsters.
The results were not much different from the expected results, and Qiss couldn't help but feel a lack of interest.
As early as on the bus, after the players finished introducing themselves, he saw Yang Yundong's ending.
In a zero-sum game, a character who is too superior to others in terms of prestige and strength will inevitably be eliminated by the alliance.
The only thing that needs to be considered is when and where to let him die, in order to maximize the benefits.
What Qisi did was to use words to push him into the spotlight, which aroused discord in Zhao Feng and made Zhu Ling feel jealous.
In this way, someone will kill someone if they get the chance, while others will tacitly allow each other to stand by and watch the murder.
"But you didn't have to die." Qisi looked down at the skeleton on the ground and sighed with a smile.
There was room for change. As long as Yang Yundong agreed to cooperate with him, he could control Zhou Yilin and Zhang Lizai in advance and kill them at this moment.
It is a pity that Yang Yundong chose the fourth path and died himself, allowing the two two-person alliances to reach a confrontation, thus making Zhang Lizai a key factor and having hope of survival.
——But what he didn't expect was that all paths were in Qis's plan, leading to the same end.
Qisi bent down slightly, as if he had thought of some novel joke, and grinned from the corner of his mouth almost to his ears.
He raised his hands to cover his face, and in a voice that only he could hear, he said to himself to the existence in the void: "Everyone is going to die, but I never said that my position is among the players. .”
The sun has risen to the treetops, slanting through the cracks in the door of the ancestral hall, casting pale light and shadow onto the ground. A few beams of light fell on the skeleton, feeling no warmth and as cold as ice.
As if knowing that he was dead, Yang Yundong no longer struggled needlessly, but supported his body and struggled to turn over.
Qisi had enough laughter, lowered his hands and walked over, looking down at the dying man on the ground.
He was in a good mood, looked at it with interest for a while, gestured, and silently asked the body that was returning the light if it wanted to see the sun again.
In a second, I could read the affirmation in the head's eyes.
He kindly bent down, no longer caring about the dirty blood, and gently turned over the broken body in front of him.
Yang Yundong was lying on his back now, staring at the sky with his eyes wide open. He also had no voice and no last words, just like the white young man named "Alan" who died at the village chief's house.
Qisi squatted aside, quietly watching Yang Yundong's pulse calm down, completely turning into a real corpse, and finally gave up the plan of finishing the attack.
After a long silence, Zhu Ling wiped the tears from her eyes and said: "The point of death has passed. Let's go to the ancestral hall to pay our respects and then search for any important clues... Don't waste Brother Yang's sacrifice."
No one raised any objections.
The players returned to the ancestral hall in silence, picked up the incense from the incense table and knelt down in worship, as pious as believers.
