Outside the ancestral hall, Zhang Licai dropped the barrel as if avoiding a snake, quickly turned around and jogged a few steps away from the gloomy scene behind him.
Since the morning, he had felt an uncomfortable feeling in this ancestral hall, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him viciously in the dark. If he wasn't worried about all the ghosts coming out at night, he wouldn't want to make another trip here.
Zhou Yilin didn't seem to be too scared. She just followed up with small steps, keeping a two-step distance from Zhang Licai.
The girl had stopped crying, but her eye circles were still red, and she looked extremely pitiful: "Brother Zhang, how are we going to deal with Chang Xu?"
Zhang Licai was stunned, and even his steps slowed down. He really didn't understand the girl's thinking: "Why should we deal with him?"
"I always feel that he is not a good person. He cooperated with someone like Zhao Feng and asked him to kill Brother Yang..." Zhou Yilin said in a thoughtful tone, "Moreover, there will be death points later, who knows whether he will be behind the scenes. "
Zhang Licai blinked twice and said, "You can't, right? Didn't Chang Xu say that he had the key clue?"
"How could there be a key clue? He must have lied to you..." Zhou Yilin looked away and looked in the direction of Granny Su's house with a worried expression, "This is the novice pool, there won't be so many twists and turns..."
Hearing what the girl said, Zhang Licai was a little unsure.
He looked up at the darkening sky. He couldn't figure out the reason for a long time, so he had to change the topic: "Let's not think about this for now. If anything happens, we can talk about it when we go back."
Zhou Yilin flattened her mouth and said aggrievedly, "Yeah", but didn't say anything more.
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To the west of Su's Village, the gray mist stained the sinking dusk, blending into a gray-purple color that seemed both virtual and solid. In the midst of ignorance, night slowly invaded the gaps between the sky, earth and houses from every corner, expelling the fog that had long since ceased to exist, and replaced it by covering the earth.
There is no moon in the night sky, and the road under my feet seems to be one with the night, just as dark as the night.
Qisi stood firmly in place, and as time passed, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.
In other words, there was a glimmer of light in the darkness.
He saw that in the dilapidated houses on both sides of the road that were originally pitch black, dots of green light flickered between the windows like will-o'-the-wisps.
The sound of shuffling footsteps came and went in the silence, followed by the sound of doors being pushed one after another.
In the doorway, figures of various heights, short, fat, and thin came out, swaying and trembling. Some were carrying hoes on their backs, and some were carrying burdens. At first glance, they were no different from farmers who came out to work during the busy farming season.
They are villagers, villagers who come out at night. Qisi made a judgment and automatically retrieved the corresponding information in his mind, including the description of the villagers he got from Yang Yundong.
These villagers, who only appear at night, all wear black cloaks, almost blending in with the night.
They were carrying farm tools in one hand and a lantern in the other, with happy and contented smiles on their faces, which looked extremely strange in this situation.
Qisi, who was standing in the middle of the road with Zhu Ling in his arms, was out of place and extremely dazzling, and soon became the center of attention.
"Meat, give us meat..."
"We want meat..."
Groups of figures surrounded him from all directions, like zombies, muttering the same phrases.
Qisi carried Zhu Ling and backed away step by step, retreating to a place where there were few people, and then stopped without hesitation, pushing Zhu Ling, who was still unconscious, into the crowd.
Zhu Ling itself was not heavy, but Qisi used his skill and force to knock down two villagers.
The movements of all the villagers visibly stagnated for a moment, obviously not expecting things to develop like this.
But the ghost didn't have much interest in thinking carefully. After two seconds, the villagers took action again. The two villagers who had fallen to the ground also got up crookedly, divided into two clusters with the other villagers, and each of them surrounded Zhu Ling and Qisi.
Qisi remained calm and read word by word: "You cannot kill people and take meat with your own hands. Under this rule, what can you do to me?"
When the villagers heard this, their movements slowed down. They were hesitating and struggling.
Seeing this, Qisi raised his hand and pointed at Zhu Ling who was lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "You should know that you can't do anything to me in a short time. If you have such free time, you might as well do the work of that beauty. After all, I am the only living person who knows that rule..."
Not sure how much they understood, the villagers surrounding him slowly turned around and walked towards Zhu Ling. Their slow pace and the black robes on their bodies made them look like a group of suspicious hyenas.
Chiss felt no compunction about the trouble he had caused.
It is known that the villagers "cannot kill people and obtain meat by themselves", and Zhu Ling, who is unconscious, obviously cannot promise them anything, and the result is naturally an indefinite stalemate.
As for what to do if Zhu Ling wakes up midway... Qisi believes that with her background as a heavenly master, she shouldn't be frightened to tears, so she can calmly delay for a while, right?
Within a minute, all the villagers went to Zhu Ling's side.
With satisfaction, Qisi dusted off his wrinkled lapel that had been carried by Zhu Ling all the way, and walked straight to the depths of the west boundary of the village.
The corpse of the legendary god is most likely lying in the west of the village.
The source of all the weirdness, the scarlet eyes in the depths of the nightmare, the pulling force in the dark... countless factors blend together to outline a mysterious and strange corner.
Zeiss was curious about what kind of existence it was.
The footsteps of the villagers were getting farther and farther away, and all that was left in my ears was the vague whistling of the wind. Gradually, even the sound of the wind disappeared, and there was only a stagnant silence around him, as if this moment had been cut out of the long flow of time and no longer flowed with the passing stars.
The further we walked, the darker the light became. It was almost impossible to see our fingers, and soon it became difficult to judge the direction of the road under our feet.
Zeiss regretted not trying to get a lantern from the villagers.
——But the lantern is really ugly and dirty.
He shook his head to himself, collected his miscellaneous thoughts, and continued to move forward in the previous direction.
One step, two steps, more than a hundred steps.
Without warning, light suddenly appeared in the darkness.
The light was not blazing, just drops of gold floating in the air, swaying and extending a path of light, like guidance and temptation.
Without a moment's hesitation, Qisi raised his feet and moved forward along the light.
The suspended light spots sank into his body and then swam away, unconsciously, as if they were in two dimensions, suddenly glanced at and then passed by.
Consciousness floats and sinks in the ocean of thoughts, suddenly having a divine connection with a deeper and more profound existence, fluttering about to fly to the sky, but then being dragged down by the heavy body, arousing a dull echo from the earth.
The eyes were suddenly filled with dazzling light, and golden light spots, fragments, and silk were suspended in the air, slowly and freely wandering, like immersed in the vortex of sea water.
Qisi found himself standing under a giant golden tree at some point. The same golden vines hung from the branches, floating in the wind.
Under the tree was a golden river. His eyes followed the river, and what he saw was a dazzling blood red.
It was a figure in a red robe, leaning in the middle of the river, with a scarlet color in his half-closed eyes. He once cast a distant gaze at him in his nightmare, and when he looked back, it turned into blood all over the sky. Rain scattered.
He was covered in scars, with only white bones remaining on his chest and abdomen, resembling a fish stranded on the shore waiting to rot.
But it is so sacred and solemn that it cannot be ridiculed, criticized, or blasphemed.
At the moment of sight, a recognition appeared in Qisi's mind: He is God.
【warn! You are too close to a god-level NPC (data deleted)... Error! Danger! 】
Descriptive knowledge directly transcends the process of cognition and is captured, absorbed, and learned by consciousness.
His blood flows into rivers...
His influence continues...
He can still respond...
Countless thoughts flooded into his mind, as if tens of thousands of people were whispering in His ears. Extreme sadness, ecstasy, anger, indifference...Contradictory, non-subjective emotions washed over his consciousness, rushing past without leaving any trace.
Qisi's face was twisted into a ferocious form, his sanity turned into bubbles and exploded, and crazy thoughts that were difficult to capture surged and flew.
He didn't know when he burst into tears.
The fear reached its extreme, but instead aroused overwhelming excitement and pleasure. Underneath the mottled tears, there was a huge smiling face: "As you wish, I'm here. Is it time to forget what you promised me?"
There was no response, not even a hint of wind.
God has been speechless for a long time.
Qisi's vision was blurry and precipitated, and colorful debris lay out in front of his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
He stepped on the dead leaves on the ground, listened to the rustling sound of broken leaves, and walked towards the body in the river.
At a certain moment, shattered sanity poured into his mind, and he finally retrieved the thoughts that were difficult to organize from the ocean of chaos.
He smiled and said to himself: "The Taoist in black said that you need human flesh and blood to supplement your body, but he also suggested that the villagers in Su's Village give your meat to tourists."
"I was confused at first. Since we players have mutated after eating your flesh, how can flesh and blood have any effect?"
"The contradiction in the rules will not be without reason. Either the Taoist has limited moral practice and short-sightedness; or he deceived the villagers with his words."
Chiss stopped two meters away from the river, supporting his body to stay upright. He lowered his eyes and looked down at the corpse parked on the bank with a sarcastic smile.
"No, he has actually already said the answer. 'He has the same malice towards all living things. What he likes to do most is to induce humans to commit crimes and watch them struggle because of original sin.'"
"What you need has never been flesh and blood, but 'sins' - the 'sins' committed by ghosts and players around the core mechanics of this dungeon."
There was silence.
There doesn't seem to be much difference between the corpses of gods and human corpses. They may look better and have more collectible value.
Thinking of the collection value, the smile on Qisi's lips became a little more joyful.
He tilted his head, made a decision, took two more steps forward, and squatted down next to the corpse with an exquisite face.
Under the giant golden tree, the black-haired young man held the bone-white hand hanging on the red and gold background, his eyebrows curved:
"Then, Your Majesty God, do you think the sins on my body are enough?"
