Infinite weird games

The ghosts in the game have no way of knowing the existence of the weird game, so being able to say this phrase with a calm face is enough to serve as proof of identity.

Shang Qingbei breathed a sigh of relief and turned to look at Xi'er lying next to him.

The ghost in a red wedding dress lay quietly on the narrow wooden bed, staring stupidly at the patterns on the sheets, seemingly not interested in harming the players.

Shang Qingbei stretched out his hand tentatively and waved it in front of Xi'er's eyes.

After finding that Xi'er was motionless and unresponsive, he took out a ballpoint pen from the English dictionary, reached over and poked the female ghost in the face.

Xi'er shrank and muttered a new line: "It hurts, Xi'er hurts so much..."

"Looking at the touch, she has a physical body, she should be something like a zombie." Shang Qingbei stuffed the ballpoint pen back into the dictionary, got out of bed, and took a few steps back to the door.

Xi'er's whole body exuded a damp stench, like the rotten smell of moldy wood, which made him feel uneasy.

"You should have triggered a new clue." Qisi walked around Shang Qingbei and stood between the beds.

"Didn't I tell you before? There were fewer death points on the first day of the dungeon, and most of what we saw and heard were clues related to the world view."

He said the nonsense again without changing his face. If he repeated the lie a hundred times, there would always be a fool who would take it seriously.

Shang Qingbei nodded as if he had been taught something, but still stood by the door, refusing to take a step forward.

You can't take anyone's word for granted. Those two pokes with a ballpoint pen have already done the best for you. Whoever wants to die will do it in the short term. Anyway, he doesn't plan to contribute anymore.

"Xi'er, do you know us?" Qisi stared at Xi'er's body on the bed for a while, then suddenly leaned down and asked softly.

The corpse didn't know whether he understood it or not. He just raised his face and murmured: "Help me...help me..."

The red shadow lying on the bed flickered, flickering like a candle flame blown by the wind. In just two breaths, it scattered into a bloody mist, seeped into the floor and disappeared.

Qisi turned back to look at Shang Qingbei, who was reading the dictionary in the moonlight, and raised his voice: "Xiao Qing, did you just say that she has a physical body?"

What the hell kind of name is this? Why does it sound so like a snake spirit? Shang Qingbei twitched the corners of his mouth and replied: "There was something there just now, but now it is suddenly gone. Is there something wrong with the sentence you asked?"

Qisi was noncommittal, walked up to Shang Qingbei and patted him on the shoulder: "Are you worried about the college entrance examination?"

"No one is worried." Shang Qingbei started talking, "After all, it is an important test that can change your destiny and jump up your class. I am not the kind of poor student who makes no difference whether I take the test or not. If my English can improve With an average score above that, I can easily enter one of the top 100 universities in the federal government..."

"I can see that your English is really poor." Qisi opened the door and walked into the courtyard, feeling goosebumps aroused by the cold night.

He turned back with a kind look: "I've memorized it for so long, but I'm still stuck on the first page."

"I was reviewing..." Shang Qingbei's face froze, and he chased after him unconsciously, "I originally planned to spend my senior year in high school cramming English, and I had already signed up for cram schools, but who knew I was suddenly pulled Entering the game..."

The two of them had reached the center of the courtyard.

The white mist curls up in the air, blurring the outline of the white-walled and black-tiled houses, spreading out a hazy picture like ink.

The ground on the west half is covered with tattered red debris, with faded "囍" characters and red ribbons hanging crookedly. On the east side, only a few pieces of white paper money are scattered here and there.

Qisi walked to a clean place and said in a casual tone: "Xiao Qing, I actually think that with your current situation, there is no need to worry about the college entrance examination..."

Shang Qingbei followed behind, pricking up his ears.

Just when he thought he was going to hear encouragement and comfort such as "Your grades are already very good" and "You don't have to be too demanding of yourself", the young man walking in front sighed with compassion: "There are still three months until the college entrance examination. There’s a good chance you won’t survive that time.”

Shang Qingbei: "...6."

After bullying the minor, Qisi was in a good mood, and his movements to push the courtyard door became much gentler.

With a soft "squeak" sound, the cold wind outside the door blew towards his face like a real entity, causing Shang Qingbei, who was facing the crack in the door, to take half a step back.

His eyelids twitched when he realized that he had walked so far without realizing it.

Then I heard Qisi say in a preaching tone: "Look, in a game where you can die at any time, you have nothing to think about and nothing to do, you are not focused, and you don't even know when you are taken out of the courtyard. You Can you really survive until June like this?”

Shang Qingbei twisted his glasses frame and retorted coldly: "I was going out to investigate to see if I could find any clues. Didn't you also say that the first day is the safest?"

"That's it, then I wrongly blamed you." Qisi smiled apologetically and grabbed Shang Qingbei's wrist without any explanation, "Let's go together, so that the two of us can take care of each other."

Shang Qingbei had just said something righteously and could not change his words, so he could only let Qisi drag him out of the house.

Qisi used words to tie the tool man onto the pirate ship, with a peaceful smile on his face. Shang Qingbei noticed it at a glance, and felt that the former might have evil intentions.

He twitched his right wrist that was grabbed, but couldn't pull it out for a while, and the bad premonition became even stronger.

——Is it too late for him to run away now?

Old God Qi Si pulled Shang Qingbei across the threshold.

The temperature outside the house is several degrees lower than inside. It's like pressing the whole person into ice water, causing the body temperature from the inside to the outside to be dispersed in the surrounding air without a trace.

Ziss was only wearing a thin white shirt and shivered uncontrollably. Fortunately, he had been exposed to colds for a long time, and he got used to the sudden drop in temperature after standing for only a moment and stopped shivering.

Although Shang Qingbei was wearing a spring and autumn long-sleeved school uniform, it was only two layers of cotton and could not keep out the cold at all.

He stood in the cold wind, curled up like a quail, folded his arms and kept rubbing his exposed skin, trying to generate heat.

The strong wind howled and blew, mixed with white dots, falling one after another.

A paper copper coin landed on Shang Qingbei's head, like a bird that had migrated for a long time and finally found a branch to rest on.

Immediately afterwards, bursts of paper money were swept by the wind and settled to the ground. After a while, a layer of paper money accumulated on the ground, like snow and frost.

Shang Qingbei raised his eyes and looked at Qisi, his teeth chattering: "Do we really want to go out to investigate at this point? It's so weird during the day, let alone at night. Even if you are an experienced player of the nineteenth copy, you will never underestimate the weirdness. It will end well."

Qisi raised his hand and grabbed a handful of paper coins from the wind. After looking at them, they were still clean and white, and then he put them into his pocket.

Hearing Shang Qingbei's words of obvious reluctance, he stopped, turned his head and smiled: "Danger often coexists with opportunity, right? You won't find any useful clues if you sit in a room and wait for death."

"If you always have this mentality, I think it would be better for you to die early and have a baby, so as not to be frightened and tortured too much."

Shang Qingbei did not take the bait and shook his head slightly: "If something happens to the two of us, if the three of them want to pass the level, they will most likely have to rely on the 'minimum death toll' mechanism. I think we should wake them up and go out to investigate together. good."

Chiss sneered: "Don't you think the noise you made in the room just now wasn't big enough?"

Shang Qingbei recalled a series of actions he took after seeing the ghost.

Although he didn't scream, he was running around the room, and the floor and wooden bed were in disrepair, so he definitely made a lot of noise.

But except for "Qi Wen", no one was awakened by him...

Qisi smiled coolly: "Either they don't want to care about your life and death and are deliberately pretending to be asleep; or, some mechanism of this copy has chosen you and me, and only we can take action tonight."

"It should be the second possibility..." Shang Qingbei's thoughts wandered.

He was selected by the dungeon mechanism on the first day. Does this mean that he has access to some important branches?

It seems that it is impossible not to go out and explore. He is not worried about the shortage but the inequality. He must not let the unpredictable "Qi Wen" grasp important clues alone.

"Okay, I'll go around with you. But let me tell you in advance that I won't care about you if something happens." Shang Qingbei stated his position lukewarmly, but received no response.

Qisi didn't know when to stop the smile on his face, and silently retreated under the eaves step by step, quietly and carefully like a cat walking across the beam.

The wind in the distance carries the faint sound of suona, which is sad and mournful, like a ghost crying.

Shang Qingbei intuitively understood what was happening.

He followed Qisi's example and retreated to the door, clinging to the wooden door.

The shadow of the eaves completely covered the figures of the two people. The wooden door was deeply embedded in the wall, leaving plenty of space for the two people to stand. People passing by would never notice this place if they didn't take a look in the direction of the door. Hiding two people.

Qisi leaned against the wooden door as if he were boneless, squinting his eyes and looking in the direction where the suona sound came from.

The water mist of uneven thickness curls up in the air, twisting and dispersing into a chaotic mass. A huge black shadow turned through the streets and slowly came from the fog, from far to near.

It was a completely black coffin with intricate patterns carved on its surface, which was even more exquisite than what was seen in the photos. I can’t see the specific meaning, but the neat and smooth lines alone are enough to make people feel relaxed and happy.

it's beautiful. Qisi's breathing quickened, and he suddenly felt the urge to go over and touch her quietly.

I really want to open the coffin and take a look... I really want to study the patterns on it... I really want to lie down in it and try it...

This state is strange, but not disgusting, or in other words - vigilance is weakened.

Shang Qingbei also stared at the coffin.

[Soul Coffin] In the entry, words such as "vicious corpse", "grievance" and "catastrophe" symbolize disaster. Xu Wen mentioned on the phone that "they all came out one by one". Everything conveys the bad news. warning, and the worst-case scenario seems to be coming true at this moment.

The coffin was getting closer and closer, so close that you could see the strange runes carved on the spikes at the four corners.

The listless sound of the suona was mixed with the sound of "tick". Shang Qingbei saw that as the coffin moved, dark red blood dripped from the edge, leaving linear traces on the road.

The scene in front of him further overlapped with the abnormality in the photo, and Shang Qingbei stared straight ahead.

Twisted black shadows clustered around the coffins, forming a long queue like a funeral procession. A strange singing voice sounded high-pitched and thin:

"People walk on human roads, ghosts walk on ghost roads, humans and ghosts follow different paths, yin and yang follow different paths -"

"If you don't bring it with you in life, you won't take it with you in death. You'll have to wait and see, and you won't ask for blessings or misfortunes——"