Su Po's narration came to an end.
At this point, Ziss finally understood that the precondition "as long as you know the truth, you can escape the attacks of ghosts" is a word game in itself.
The so-called truth, or core rule, is that villagers cannot kill people for meat themselves. Under this rule, as long as there is enough divine meat to survive hunger, other mechanisms can cause limited and non-fatal damage.
Players don't know this, so they will be induced by a series of plots and clues in the dungeon, and out of fear and inertia of thinking, they will either make promises to ghosts or secretly kill others.
Without agreeing to the ghost, nothing would actually happen if you don't give meat, but no one dares to bet on this probability until there is no definite information.
What's more, in the eyes of many players, including Qiss himself, exchanging other people's flesh for important information is a very profitable deal.
The fear of the unknown, the selfish genes engraved in the history of evolution, game thinking and chain of suspicion... The strange game undoubtedly makes people very accurate.
Thinking of this, Qisi felt relieved.
He has always been the only one who induces and deceives others, but this time he was almost misled by a weird game. How could this not be an interesting experience?
He curled his lips without leaving any trace, and silently walked towards the shadows at the corner of the courtyard.
Zhao Feng had not found a chance to express himself before, and now he lost Ah Xi in his hand. He hurriedly followed and expressed his opinion: "It seems that the corpse of the evil god is in the west of the village... The group of people in the forum said that the main god will travel between various dungeons. Let’s go and act as a link between the copies. That Taoist in black is probably the incarnation of the Lord God.”
Then he saw the young man walking in front stop and turned back to give him an approving smile: "Not bad. Please leave your address and phone number. After the copy is published, I will ask the president for instructions and consider adding you to the guild."
Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, because things were developing so smoothly that it was like a dream that would be shattered if poked.
I think he has always thought highly of himself, but in the past few days, he has obeyed "Chang Xu"'s words, nodding and bending behind others as a follower, isn't it just to be able to enter Xi La?
And now, this wish has finally come true...
"Thank you, Brother Chang!" Zhao Feng thanked him profusely, not daring to show any elation, because he knew that the closer he was to success, the more cautious he had to be to prevent his success from falling short.
Qisi seemed to be very impressed by his respect, and the smile on his face was a little more affectionate: "No need to thank me, I also see that you have good qualities in all aspects, and I want to introduce talents to the guild. If you are appreciated by the president in the future, I might have to rely on you to guide me."
Take a lead? It would be nice if I don’t stumbling upon you...
Zhao Feng couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he thought about the past, but the respect on his face was even more sincere.
He saw Qiss as if he didn't realize it. He even put his hands on his neck and straightened his collar to show his affection. He only felt it was more ironic, and at the same time, he secretly made up his mind to take revenge when he gets rich. .
However, the next second, he felt a stabbing pain on the back of his neck, and warm liquid splashed out and fell down his back.
Before he could react to what happened, the young man with a smile on his face had already put away the bloody blade in his hand and frowned: "I'm sorry, I'm useless. And I found that my tolerance for sloppy people is a bit low... …”
Zhao Feng realized what had just happened in an instant. He wanted to curse angrily, but he could only make a "ho ho" sound like a broken bellows pulling.
The memories of the past decades were regurgitated in his mind, including cheating, murder, and arson. He had imagined countless ways to die for himself, but he never thought that he would die so hastily to a helpless young man. In his hand, he died on a small blade...
All the energy in his body drained away quickly, and Zhao Feng fell to the ground softly. He could only glare at the murderer in front of him with his eyes fixed, trying to embed the latter's appearance in his mind.
"Remember, the name of the person who killed you is Chang Xu. If you want revenge, don't find the wrong person... But if you die in the game, you probably won't have the chance to become a ghost, right? It seems that I can only wish you good luck in the next life."
Qisi calmly put the blame on Chang Xu, who was also the victim. He believed that even in the underworld, the policeman should be able to fight well and teach Zhao Feng how to behave.
He watched Zhao Feng's eyes almost bursting with fire, and waited quietly for him to die. Then, while dragging the body to find a place to hide it, he sighed and murmured to himself: "Next time, I have to find a younger tool man who is more tidy. , otherwise the feeling of cutting the neck would be too bad...Chang Xu, alas, it is a pity that people cannot be resurrected after death..."
…
The temperature in the ancestral hall was getting lower and lower, and the eerie atmosphere was permeating the air like threads. Zhu Ling also shivered after exploring around.
"Sister Zhu, I'm so scared, let's go quickly..." Zhou Yilin hugged Zhu Ling's arm in time and begged softly.
She seemed to have thought of something, looked at the skeleton and Pu Dao on the ground, and asked hesitantly: "Should we take Brother Yang away?"
Zhu Ling twitched the corners of her eyes, shook her head, and said, "Forget it, let Brother Yang rest in peace. With his sword here, those ghosts won't dare to do anything to his body..."
She was not very sure about the follow-up words, and her voice weakened. But thinking that she didn't have any belongings from the deceased who was greedy for ink, she felt confident again.
Although she had no choice but to be involved in this zero-sum game, and even indirectly led to Yang Yundong's death, she was not a bad person after all, and she did not want to harm anyone... When she returns to reality, she will remember to burn a few sticks of incense for Yang Yundong.
Zhou Yilin seemed completely unaware of Zhu Ling's dilemma, and kept nodding her head as if convinced: "Yeah, sister Zhu, let's go back quickly!"
This girl is so timid, she may not survive long in this weird game. Zhu Ling sighed in her heart, but there was no clue on her face.
She patted the shoulder of Zhang Licai, who was still slumped on the ground and doubting his life, and said, "Let's go first." Then she took Zhou Yilin's hand and walked quickly out of the ancestral hall and towards Mrs. Su's house.
In the ancestral hall, Zhang Lizai sat alone in a daze. After another quarter of an hour, he woke up as if from a dream and looked around.
Seeing that no one was there, he quickly picked up the simple knife that fell next to Yang Yundong's body.
[Name: Rusty Simple Knife]
[Type: props]
[Effect: Deter ghosts]
[Note: This is a knife that has killed many people, but its previous owner used it for protection. Even when he was about to die, he did not point the blade towards the same kind of person. "So he died." A certain evil god felt regretful but not sorry. 】
Zhang Licai glanced at the refreshed prompts, subconsciously touched his smooth bald head, and murmured to himself: "Brother Yang, rest in peace, I will help you take the relics out of the copy."
He put the Pu Dao behind his back, stood up, walked out of the ancestral hall, and walked back along the way he came.
There were many disturbances along the way, and Zhang Lizai was scared to death. He looked forward and backward, and walked for half an hour on a short stretch of the road.
When he finally returned to Su Po's house, Qisi had already finished taking a bath, put on clean clothes, and walked out of the woodshed with wet hair.
Zhang Licai looked at Qisi who was combing his hair with his hands and couldn't help but complained in his heart: The world is declining and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. How can this big man be more particular than a little girl?
Then, he noticed that something seemed to be missing in the yard.
"Where is Zhao Feng?" Zhang Lizai asked.
"He should have gone back to the room." Qisi tucked a few strands of bangs behind his ears and said uncertainly, "He told me that he wanted to go back to the room to rest for a while, so I went to take a shower by myself."
Zhang Lizai didn't doubt that he was there and went to push the door of the room.
As soon as the door opened, the rich smell of blood rushed in, sending a disturbing warning.
Zhang Lizai didn't react and walked into the room. After seeing the situation inside clearly, he froze in place.
I saw a blood-stained wooden barrel lying on the ground in the middle of the room. A man whose limbs were twisted to a degree that a living person could not do was curled up in the barrel. Only his head with wide eyes was exposed, dead. Staring in the direction of the door.
It's Zhao Feng!
Zhang Licai yelled and sat down on the ground.
Qisi heard the sound and walked over. He seemed to be horrified by Zhao Feng's miserable death, and the calm mask he had maintained for a long time finally cracked.
He stepped forward with a calm face, pulled a corner of the sheet to wrap his hands, and then skillfully disposed of the remains of the corpse.
When the cut marks under the neck of the corpse were exposed, Qisi took a breath in time: "It's not a ghost, it's a human... Zhao Feng was killed..."
Zhu Ling and Zhou Yilin were also disturbed by the noise and walked over supporting each other.
Zhu Ling glanced at the barrel from a distance, then looked at Qisi with a stern face: "Did you kill Zhao Feng?"
Qisi sneered: "You are so eager to throw dirty water on me... I don't know which of you killed him, but don't you think it's ridiculous to tell such lies?"
The grief in his eyes was extremely real, and his words were spoken through gritted teeth. Zhu Ling was slightly shaken, and for a moment she doubted her own judgment.
But she soon realized the danger, and quickly winked at Zhou Yilin beside her, and said sternly: "Yilin and I have been together, how could there be a chance to kill someone?"
Zhou Yilin seemed to not see her hint, and she trembled into a ball. She lowered her head and stared at a spot on the ground, pursed her lips and said nothing.
When the atmosphere was tense, Su Po stood at the dining table and shouted inappropriately: "The meal is ready, come and eat!"
Having just witnessed the murder scene, no one except Qiss was in the mood for a meal. But the players still sat at the table in silence and ate in silence.
After randomly stuffing themselves with a few mouthfuls, they pinched their noses and stuffed the meat into their mouths. The four remaining people got off the table one after another.
Zhang Licai stood at the door of his room, stunned.
After all, he had been roommate with Zhao Feng for two days. Although he condemned Zhao Feng's killing of Yang Yundong out of moral values, he had no intention of breaking out.
Just now along the way, he was still simulating the best attitude to deal with Zhao Feng.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng died directly and inexplicably.
Zhang Lizai did not feel any pleasure in "evil will be rewarded". On the contrary, he felt chills on his back, as if there was a sword of Damocles hanging above his head, and it would fall at any time.
While he was in trance, he heard Qis's voice coming from behind him: "You can't live in this room anymore, go to my room."
Zhang Licai didn't believe that the murderer was Qisi. After all, anyone with a discerning eye could detect that Zhao Feng was following Qisi's lead.
What good will killing Zhao Feng do to Chiss?
He didn't think too much and nodded immediately.
He didn't want to stay in a room where someone had died.
Qisi led the way, stood in front of the door, let Zhang Lizai in, and then crossed the threshold himself and bolted the door.
Hearing the sound of the lock being locked, Zhang Licai's heart skipped a beat and he turned around hurriedly, only to see Qisi leaning on the door panel with an indifferent expression and said leisurely:
"I don't have any sense of morality, and I don't intend to pretend to be a good person in front of you, so next, I will only talk about interests. I say, you listen."
Qisi's voice is calm and his words are clear, making people willing to listen.
Zhang Licai gradually calmed down and pricked up his ears to wait for the next chapter.
Chiss continued: "Smart people should be able to see that there are only four players left in the dungeon. Triggering the 'guaranteed number of deaths' mechanism is far more efficient than cracking the world view. Waiting for the dungeon's death mechanism to kill people is uncertain It’s too high. Veteran players have a certain amount of prop reserves, so their first choice must be to actively kill other players. Someone has already taken action. She killed Zhao Feng first and cut off my wings. The next target will definitely be me.”
"Although I don't want to admit it, if my strength allows it, my first choice will be to harm others. Unfortunately, in this copy, this possibility does not exist. You can also see that my physical fitness is not good, so I haven't taken advantage of it yet. Props are in the same situation as you. You should have discovered it by now, right? You and I, like Zhou Yilin, are all lambs to be slaughtered to Zhu Ling."
Zhang Licai's fat face turned as white as a swollen glutinous rice dumpling, not only because Qisi's words were shocking, but also because the situation mentioned in these words was absolutely true.
He stumbled and asked: "Then... what should we do?"
Qisi changed the topic and said: "Fortunately, I already have a clue about how to clear this dungeon. As long as you give me enough time, I can crack the world view. Just in case I die midway..."
He stopped talking, and Zhang Lizai asked: "What will happen?"
"It's nothing." Qiss raised the corners of his lips and said with a smile, "If I really want to die, I will definitely destroy the key clues before I die. At that time, no one can even think of passing the level through the standard route."
