Infinite weird games

Outside the house, the pale moonlight fell in the sky like white silk, and twisted shadows formed on the ground.

Shang Qingbei looked at the young man in front of him grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears, with a strange smile growing on his face, which forced him to see the sarcasm and joking meaning.

Encountering a ghost on a narrow road, with no way to retreat, he took a deep breath, raised the dictionary in his hand high, and smashed it into the young man's face.

The heavy dictionary fell down without sparing any effort, without touching the real place, as if it was stuck in cotton.

Unable to contain his strength for a moment, Shang Qingbei almost stumbled and fell forward to gnaw on the mud.

He shook his arms and stood upright. The shadow of the young man was no longer in front of him, only a small man made of paper fell lightly to the ground.

The paper man is about the same size as a doll, and is pale from face to feet. Only the black hair is tied around the back of the head. With the two black eyes on the face, it looks sinister and malicious. .

[There are many paper soldiers and horses in the town, and the sun is gloomy]

The records in the strange stories come true here, and I am afraid there will be more crises in the future.

Shang Qingbei took a breath and pulled out a black ballpoint pen from the dictionary.

[Name: Reading Pen]

[Type: props]

[Effect: After touching the weirdness with the tip of the pen, you can randomly obtain some information related to the weirdness]

[Remarks: The weird game card counting pen will not click anywhere]

This is the reward item he got in the third copy. In the opinion of some people, this prop is very useless in the early stage and has little effect on improving the force value and survival probability, but he doesn't think so.

Information is the most valuable thing in puzzle games. If you can obtain more accurate information with lower risks, you can deal with emergencies more calmly and gain an advantage in the amount of information in the game.

If society wants to maintain peace and stability, it will inevitably allow most people to be short-sighted and serve as consumables, while a few people will grasp the truth at the core of the rules and exploit them.

Shang Qingbei firmly believes in this, and is also convinced that he is among the "few people" who master the truth.

He remained calm, bent down, and touched the paper figure lying quietly on the ground with the tip of his pen.

New text appeared on the system interface:

[Name: Guide Paper Man]

[Remarks: Hold a green lantern, take the yin path, lead the soul back, forget the river crossing]

"What does this mean? If I really followed it just now, according to the settings of this copy, I should be dead, right?" A chill ran down Shang Qingbei's spine.

He slowly squatted down next to the paper man, trying to see more clearly, but the picture in front of him was like a paint bucket mixed with oil paint, twisted into a whirlpool, spinning rapidly, spinning more and more The sooner...

Something pushed him, and Shang Qingbei suddenly sat up from the bed, breathing heavily.

In front of him was a familiar wooden window, which was the one in the wing; through the moonlight leaking in from the window, he could still see the wooden table under the window sill.

The snoring in his ears was loud, and when he turned his head, he could see Du Xiaoyu's face, which was asleep and drooling.

Those things that just happened...were they all just a dream?

The chill lingered on his body for a long time. Shang Qingbei was stunned and subconsciously stroked his arms covered with goosebumps.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a human figure, and a faint human voice sounded in his ears.

I saw the bride in a red wedding dress lying on the empty bed, tossing and turning and muttering to herself: "Xi'er is afraid... Xi'er hides for a while..."

…

In the private room, Qisi sat beside the bed, fiddling with his mobile phone boredly, watching the time change from three-thirty in the morning to four o'clock in the morning.

He put the hand with the destiny pocket watch on his knee, glanced at it from time to time, and compared it with the time displayed on his phone.

Fortunately, the time flow rate in this copy is generally the same as the objective time displayed by the Destiny Pocket Watch; the time retrieval function can be used, and the trouble of calculating time is saved.

After turning on the phone for such a long time, the battery did not drop at all. It seems that this copy is not boring enough to require players to save power or find a charger and socket.

Unable to fall asleep, Qisi clicked on the browser that came with his phone and searched for the words "Double Happiness Town".

Black writing like ink appeared on the blazing white screen:

[Double Happiness Town has been famous for hosting weddings and weddings for hundreds of years. It not only organizes weddings and funerals for the people of this town, but also often sells items such as wedding clothes, mourning clothes, wedding dresses, and paper figurines to neighboring towns. There is a grand event every forty-nine years, where sedan chairs and coffins walk side by side, where life and death, yin and yang meet, and it is said that it can communicate with the gods. 】

This is all information that the players already know. Even if it is not stated explicitly, it can be inferred through a series of clues.

Qisi searched for the word "Xu Wen" and as expected, a picture of a ghost wearing a red wedding dress popped up.

It doesn't have much scary effect, but it seems to tell the players: Xu Wen looks like this.

Qisi thought of an interesting way to play. He quickly typed the word "deed" in the search bar and pressed the search button.

The identity card in the upper right corner of his sight trembled crazily, and a line of prompts popped up in the center of the web page:

[The current network is not good, please try again later]

The screen of the mobile phone flashed twice and went black. Bloody meaningless symbols crawled on the dark background, creating comprehensible meanings the moment the eyes touched them.

"Interesting attempt." Qiss heard his own voice say something in his own tone in the palace of thought.

The next second, the screen turned on again, and the battery capacity displayed in the upper right corner was obviously less than half, as if it had been forcibly deducted.

"Is this threatening me? Will he destroy this prop next time?"

"Well, in the copy of "Carnivore", he can't even move or communicate directly; in the copy of "Dialectical Game", he can already interfere with the plot of the copy; in the copy of "Hopeless Sea", he can even interfere with other players' skills. It creates the illusion that some skills are effective; now even key props can be moved... The permissions are restored very quickly. "

Qisi half-squinted his eyes, condensed the entity of the identity card on his fingertips, and closed his fingers.

The cards dispersed into smoke and passed through the fingers, and then solidified again two seconds later. The evil spirit on the card looked at the human holding the card and smiled sarcastically, as if whispering in his ear: "You can never get rid of it."

After experiencing the copy of "Hopeless Sea", Qisi vaguely realized that the identity card system may not be as useless as the forum said, but because the mechanism involved is too complicated, most people can only see the tip of the iceberg...

As a perfectionist, he naturally focused on the [Scarlet Priest] card.

When he could only bind one main card, he would bind the best card. Even if the best card was not yet available, he still disliked the [Humanoid Evil] card.

Anyway, the contract rights have been obtained, so let's go wherever the love brings. As a scum, isn't it normal to burn bridges when crossing rivers?

Qisi collected the identity tag that could not be thrown away and was indestructible, and entered the photo album on his mobile phone with an expressionless face.

At some point, an additional photo appeared silently in the album.

The photo is a bird's-eye view, with a dry well made of black stones stacked in a circle in the center. The wellhead was in dilapidated condition, with a tattered rope wrapped around it.

It was probably a cloudy day when the photo was taken, with white mist filling the air, and no light could be found at the bottom of the well. It was like the eye of the earth, a dark eye embedded in the loess, always giving people the illusion that something was hidden inside.

[Man in the Well: Water belongs to Yin, and the well gathers wealth. The heavier the Yin Qi in the well, the more prosperous the owner's wealth will be; the more Yin Qi accumulates, the greater the blessings...]

"This doesn't sound like formal Feng Shui theory..." Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly as he recalled the "supernatural knowledge" he had heard from Jin Yusheng.

Living people belong to yang, and the dead belong to yin. It is encouraged to accumulate yin energy, which is weird no matter how you look at it.

There seemed to be a line of small words after the entry. Qisi lowered his gaze and read the line silently:

"What better way to accumulate Yin Qi than sinking a body that died in vain at the bottom of a well?"

The brain automatically analyzes the meaning while reading the text, and the cognition triggers strange associations, as if there is a rotting corpse in red clothes half submerged in the cold well water, staring at the light above the head with eyes open, looking at the past with resentment. pedestrian.

‘It is said that the Goddess of Joy was also a girl hundreds of years ago, but unfortunately she fell in love with a heartless man. The man left the queen and never came back. The queen was so heartbroken that she threw herself into the well at the west end of the town. Before she died, she made a great wish to be a guarantor for the new couple...'

'My Majesty loves hearing the laughter of newlyweds the most, and hates those who betray their hearts the most. If anyone changes her heart, I won't be able to forgive him! ’

Mrs. Xu's gloomy words were regurgitated in her ears. Qisi tapped the edge of the bed with his fingers and fell into deep thought.

"The Goddess of Joy threw herself into a well and died with great resentment; she also said that she loved to watch newlyweds getting married and would punish those who betrayed their heart. Apart from the whitewashing of the legend, it was obvious that this great event was a grand event in forty-nine years. The drama of sacrificing living people and letting evil spirits seek their lives.”

"The more Yin Qi accumulates, the more blessings and wealth you will have. If this were true, I would definitely catch people and kill them, make them die extremely unwillingly, and then throw their bodies into the well. "

"So in that strange story, was this the corpse Zhang Sheng saw at the bottom of the well? I'm afraid he didn't slip and fall into the well, but was pushed down, right?"

The context of the incident was thus clarified, and Qisi's intuition was a bit too simple.

However, based on the current information, we can only draw this conclusion. Any more preset answers will only affect subsequent judgments.

"If it is true as I suspected, this copy is full of 'sin'." Zeiss turned his attention to the item bar in the lower left corner of his sight.

The white harpoon icon in the last frame is unknown. After thinking about it, it is surrounded by a silver-white box, indicating that it is being selected.

[Name: Poseidon Scepter]

[Effect: Make you look more like a god (the more evil you absorb, the stronger the effect seems to be)]

I just don’t know, what is the process of absorbing sin?

"It's so cold...it's so cold at the bottom of the well..."

There was a faint sob behind the ear, and the information presented on the phone seemed to reflect reality.

Chiss turned around in response.

Li Yao was already awake, huddled in the shadow of the corner with disheveled hair, her whole body was visibly trembling, and her mind was no longer clear.