Infinite weird games

With a muffled "bang", the black coffin hit the ground.

The sudden impact dispersed several clusters of fog, and the white dust and white fog mixed together, inseparable.

In front of Shang Qingbei, there were crowds of people, men, women, old and young in black mourning clothes, and the shadows of them were vaguely wiping their tears, and the crying sounds like ghosts came one after another.

"Wuwuwu... unlucky child..."

"Dead, so pitiful, didn't enjoy a few days of happiness..."

"Hehehe, bad luck, can't bear it..."

If the first few sentences can still be heard crying, the following few sentences are obviously smiling, as if they are happy about the death of the deceased.

It is not accurate to say that they are happy. The tone is more like the secret joy of surviving a disaster, as if the sword of Damocles that was originally hanging over their heads finally fell and hit the heads of others.

Shang Qingbei got goose bumps one after another and shivered with a great amplitude.

The overwhelming coldness surged up again, as if standing naked in the cold winter wind, the knife-like north wind scouring the bones, freezing every corner of the blood vessels and tendons.

A gust of wind came, and the phantom in front of me was blown away into a pile of dust, floating into the air, and then slowly settled.

All the strange things disappeared, there were no ghosts, no singing, and the world was silent and strangely peaceful for a while.

Only the coffin quietly resting in the pile of paper money could prove that a strange incident had indeed happened just now, and ghosts had walked through the streets.

Shang Qingbei stared at the bone-white fragments scattered around the coffin in the moonlight, shivered again, and then heard a "whoosh" sound of blowing from behind his ears.

The cool air like a gossamer stirred the hair, as lightly as the wings of a cicada in autumn, making people's necks itchy.

'Little ghost blows the lamp, you can't say whether it will be extinguished or not. ’

Li Yao’s words echoed in his ears. Shang Qingbei turned his head stiffly and saw a young man in a white shirt and black trousers standing next to him. He was like a portrait in black and white, hanging loosely against the door, breathing rhythmically.

Shang Qingbei just breathed a sigh of relief, and the anger rebounded from fear surged up like a tide: "Qi Wen, we are all players. Don't treat me like a child anymore. Don't scare me for no reason - it's not fun at all!"

"I scare you?" The thin young man raised his eyebrows in confusion, "Why are you so timid? Didn't Mrs. Xu say that as long as the yang fire on the shoulder is not extinguished, ghosts will be afraid of people."

These words were said sincerely, as if he was really comforting his frightened teammates; the smile that matched the words was obviously mischievous, and the words revealed the attitude of coaxing a child.

Shang Qingbei felt indignant when he thought that he was almost fainted from fear, while "Qi Wen" was calm and calm and stood by and watched.

How come he didn't even gasp when he saw a ghost? Is he still a human? Even if he's an old player, this is too exaggerated, right?

He was more convinced that "Qi Wen" was definitely the one with the most mental alienation among the old players.

Thinking of something, Shang Qingbei turned his head to look at the young man and asked in confusion: "Where is Xu Wen's makeup mirror? I remember you kept it in your hand, and turned on the LED light."

"Makeup mirror?"

The young man tilted his head, and his calm face was a little whiter than the paper money piled on the ground under the moonlight, and his bloodless lips were as gray as the stone carvings of a tombstone.

A sense of disharmony suddenly grew, and Shang Qingbei realized belatedly that the surrounding environment had darkened at some point, and only the pale moonlight provided light without any help, but instead cast a layer of weird color on all the scenes, making them look more ghostly.

The young man suddenly smiled, revealing his teeth as fine as white stones: "It should have fallen in the yard. Come back with me to get it."

Shang Qingbei felt his wrist being grabbed by a hand like an iron clamp, which made his bones ache.

The young man looked thin and weak, but he was very strong. He dragged him towards the house without saying anything.

No! Something is wrong!

Shang Qingbei felt the cold touch where his skin touched, and a terrifying guess came to his mind.

He hooked the doorpost on one side with the arm holding the dictionary, and stood firm with the force, while looking around hurriedly.

The environment around him had become unfamiliar. The houses with white walls and black tiles disappeared, leaving only a vast mist.

On the flat open space, there was only a black and white mansion in front of him, with two white paper lanterns hanging under the eaves, and the hideous word "囍" was written on it in black pen.

The tightly closed black wooden door opened a crack crookedly, and dark red blood oozed out from the crack, flowing slowly and viscous to his feet.

The tall mansion gave people the feeling of a tomb, and Shang Qingbei suddenly had an idea: once he entered it, he would die!

"No, Brother Qi, I'll wait for you here, go in by yourself." Shang Qingbei looked up at the young man who was half a head taller than him and said calmly.

The young man turned his head to an angle that humans could not reach, and his dark eyes looked down at him: "Let's go in together."

Shang Qingbei saw that under the moonlight, the shadow of the young man was stretched out slender, but he had hairpins all over his head, long sleeves and narrow clothes, and he looked like a woman!

...

"It's beautiful." Qi Si stared straight at the black coffin standing in front of him.

Li Yao, who was standing aside, fiddled with a stack of paper money in his hand and shook his head: "The soul-suppressing coffin is a very evil thing. If there are not enough corpses filled in it, I am afraid it will backfire on the living."

"Is that so?" Qisi squinted his eyes and turned his head to look at the tall woman behind him, "Are ten corpses enough? If not, I can add a few more."

Li Yao lowered her head sleepily and said in a cold voice: "Why do you have so many corpses?"

Chiss smiled: "I forgot to mention, I am a taxidermist and I work with a bunch of corpses all day long."

He put his right hand on his left wrist and tapped the surface of the destiny pocket watch repeatedly, making a soft "knock-knock" sound.

On the third knock, Li Yao's slightly distorted voice sounded sinisterly: "Then tell me, am I a dead person or a living person?"

The pale woman suddenly raised her head. On her powdered face, only her lips were as red as blood. Her pupilless eyes were curved into crescents, and her lips and teeth matched to make a ghostly smile.

The chill spread from the soles of the feet and penetrated into the limbs and bones, and the skin on the surface seemed to be covered with a thin layer of frost.

Qisi shivered physiologically, but he closed his slightly thin shirt with his hands, tilted his head and stared at the woman in front of him, as if he was carefully considering the answer he was about to say.

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

Weird singing and blessing sounds babbled next to the coffin, mixed with false mourning:

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..Get in the coffin quickly, it will be fine once you get in the coffin..."

"Hehehe, it's okay to die. If you die, you won't have to worry about anything..."

Qie Qie Cha Cha's discussion was broken into pieces, and was suddenly interrupted by a sharp singing voice:

"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——"

Like a coffin-closing verdict, all other voices were suppressed in an instant, leaving only the lingering sound of its own.

"It's so noisy." Qisi snorted lightly, raised his hand and stroked his forehead.

After getting no response for a long time, the woman opened her blood-red mouth, her face almost touching the tip of Qisi's nose: "You have seen many corpses, what do you think - am I a dead person or a living person?"

…

"Tick-tock, tick-tock."

The more leaking sounds in my ears were tapping at the same frequency, one after another, incessantly.

Li Yao felt a palpitation in her heart, and opened her eyes in confusion, only to see that her eyes were full of red.

The red gauze curtain above the head was windless and automatic, and a white candle was burning on the bedside table.

The blood-like word "囍" was pasted on the wooden door directly in front of me, hitting the eyes directly and causing pain to the eyes.

Li Yao found herself sitting beside the bed, a red wedding dress wrapped in a complicated and heavy body, making her breathless.

"Where...is this?"

She pinched her wrist and felt a faint sting. At this point, she understood: this was not a dream, but the mechanism of the copy itself.

Is it a death point, or an addition to the backstory?

Li Yao writes supernatural novels for a living, and knows a lot about gods and ghosts. She knows that the more you fear something, the more trouble it will cause you.

She remained calm, stood up as silently as possible, moved cautiously towards the door, and tentatively reached out to push the door open.

The door was pushed open.

In front of him was a completely unfamiliar courtyard. In the center of the flat ground covered with red debris, there is a blue-black ancient well, and a woman wearing red clothes sits beside the well.

The woman's hair is so long that it drags to the ground. The whole person is like a sculpture made of hair, motionless and silent.

She is a ghost!

Li Yao held her breath, stepped back into the room, and touched the door leaf with her elbow, making a soft "pop" sound.

The woman turned her head quickly, her cold gaze fixed on Li Yao's face: "Help me...you help me...can you?"

…

After taking care of the woman who was obviously a ghost, Qisi strolled back to the house and closed the door.

Things are really weird tonight.

He woke up in the middle of the night for no reason, and when he opened his eyes, he saw Xi'er's ghost lying beside his bed. The rancid smell was so offensive that he almost vomited in disgust.

After a while, Li Yao also woke up and asked him if he wanted to go out and have a look together.

Out of his familiarity and interest in the temperament of a certain kind of magic stick, coupled with the mentality of "I'm still awake, I always feel a little bit of a loss if I don't go out and take a look", he readily agreed.

Now that I think about it, it all seems weird. Even his decision-making mode of thinking is very strange, more like following intuition than rationality.

This feeling was very bad and made him feel like he was getting closer to Chang Xu's idiot.

"A copy that can affect judgment? I hope this influence will not be brought to reality, otherwise I think it would be better for me to die immediately." Qisi thought sadly, walked straight to the east wing, pushed the door open and entered.

Four teammates slept like dead pigs, from left to right, Li Yao, Liu Bingding, Du Xiaoyu, and Shang Qingbei. The bed that belonged to him in the middle was empty, and the cotton mattress was still warm.

"Did I just leave for such a short time? Was it just me who got tricked, or something else?" Qisi thought endlessly, reaching out to touch Du Xiaoyu's bed.

Du Xiaoyu slept very honestly, snoring loudly and drooling on the pillow.

Even if Zeiss roughly opened his pillow and took away the mobile phone underneath, he showed no sign of waking up.

Qisi stood aside and pressed the power button on his phone.

Following a bright power-up ringtone, the blue light shone on his face, which was as white as a ghost, illuminating patches of his face.

After playing with this phone for so long, the battery is still full.

Qisi half-closed his eyes, swiped his fingers flexibly on the screen a few times, clicked into the phone book, and dialed the number of the only contact.

The phone rang not far away. It sounded erratic through the door, but you could still tell where it was ringing.

——In the coffin outside the door, Xu Wen's mobile phone is in the coffin.

"Is Xu Wen really dead? It seems that the trouble of communication has been saved." Qisi put his hand into his pocket, and there seemed to be something bulging inside.

He grabbed a handful and found it was a handful of broken paper coins.

what's the situation? When did these things come to him? How come he has no impression at all?

Qisi has always been very mobile. As soon as he became suspicious, he immediately got up from the bed, touched the side of Li Yao's bed, and put his hand into the latter's pocket.

After his fingertips touched the rough surface of the paper money, he quickly pulled it back and gently tucked the quilt back into its original shape.

He went to several other sleeping players to follow the same method and came to the desired conclusion.

"Only Li Yao and I have paper money in our pockets. What's the point?"

Chiss sat back on his bed and fell into deep thought.

Double Happiness Town is a ghost town, and paper money is ghost money. Does the dungeon put paper money on players to let players spend it?

Or is it that someone has died and become a ghost, so there is paper money on him?

Qisi rubbed his chin and thought with interest: It would be convenient if he became a ghost, just kill all the other players.

Of course, it's no trouble now.

Regardless of whether you are a ghost or not, you can try killing someone first.

Qisi pulled out the blade from his bracelet and slashed it at the back of Liu Bingding's neck.

The expected toughness of cutting through the skin never appeared, and the blade slipped through the flesh, like passing through a phantom.

Can't it be killed?

Qisi narrowed his eyes slightly and stabbed Du Xiaoyu on the other side, with the same result.

He tried them all without belief, and no one shed even a drop of blood.

On the system interface, a line of prompt text refreshed silently:

[In this copy, you cannot kill sleeping players]