Infinite weird games

Li Yao saw herself and Liu Bingding lying in the coffin together and breathed a sigh of relief.

Although she had no clues, she subconsciously felt that lying in the coffin meant she was safe and could avoid ghosts and monsters such as paper men.

It was as if... this scene had been repeated many times, and she was quite experienced with it.

‘No, if I was already in the coffin, how could I see myself? How could I...see the coffin lid being closed before my eyes? ’

Li Yao leaned against a huge coffin that was half a person tall. Her back felt the coolness of the coffin wall, and she felt something was wrong.

She stood up in confusion and stared down at the coffin that Xu Yao and Liu Bingding had just laid in.

"he he he he he……"

The paper man's sharp laughter sounded behind his ears. Li Yao shuddered and looked back reflexively.

A pale face suddenly touched the tip of her nose, and a scarlet smile stretched from ear to ear, as funny as a mockery.

This is a very low-level jump scare. Although Li Yao is not afraid of ghosts, she was still frightened.

"Li Yao...Sister Li...wuwuwu..." The mournful cries were followed by laughter, which soon replaced the "hee hee" laughter.

The eyes and blush on the face of the paper man did not move, only the mouth suddenly dropped, and the smiling face suddenly turned into a crying face, filled with resentment and jealousy.

"Li Yao, you are the most experienced player among us. If you don't go down the well, no one can."

"Sister Li, I don't want to die... We are just missing a few clues, they must be underground..."

The coercive, pleading, and mixed voices were regurgitated in his memory, and Li Yao suddenly realized:

'Yes, I am not Xu Yao, I am Li Yao. The one who entered the coffin with Liu Bingding was Xu Yao... I am still outside...'

‘Xu Yao and Liu Bingding and I went back to Xi’er’s house to explore and triggered a side mission...’

‘No, who is Xu Yao? Obviously Qi Wen only arranged for two people to return to Xi'er's house. When will there be one more? ’

My mind flipped the switch on the blind spot, and all the details that had been subconsciously ignored emerged one by one before my eyes.

When she was hiding in a corner of the house, a faceless woman followed her like a ghost, huddled with her...

In the coffin, she was talking to herself in order to consolidate her memory. There was a voice beside her that echoed her, and the tone sounded more and more like hers...

Then, the coffin was pried open by Liu Bingding, and the woman who followed her had a face. It was her face...

If the clues are correct, the lady in Xu Zhai who died by throwing herself into a well and the goddess of joy enshrined by the townspeople is called "Xu Yao"...

Li Yao's hands and feet were as cold as ice, and her mind was in confusion.

Xu Yao is a ghost, and Xu Yao who is lying in the coffin with Liu Bingding is a ghost!

And she had been alone with ghosts for so long!

She was so frightened that she couldn't think anymore. She instinctively turned around and lifted the lid of the coffin.

The coffin lid seemed to be welded shut, and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't lift it.

She could only slap the outer wall of the coffin frantically and shout loudly: "Liu Bingding, can you hear me? Xu Yao is a ghost!"

There was no response, and all the sounds were like pebbles sinking into the swamp, being tightly wrapped and swallowed up.

Li Yao gasped, and belatedly remembered that she couldn't protect herself at the moment, so how could she have time to worry about others?

She reached out to touch the dagger at her waist, but found nothing.

There was nothing there, as if nothing had been left there for a long time.

‘Did you fall on the road? Or was it taken away by ghosts? Or...I didn't bring a copy? ’

Li Yao recalled it in vain, but did not evoke the slightest impression of anything related to the props.

She raised her eyes resignedly, only to find that the terrifying paper figures were just surrounding her, with no intention of attacking. Instead... they looked at her with a strange look, with a trace of ironic pity in their eyes.

There were a few faces that looked more and more familiar the more they looked at them, as if they had been seen in the depths of their memory.

"Xiao Xi...hiss...Brother Zhang, are you guys?" Li Yao raised her hand and pressed her forehead, and the memories covered in countless reincarnations surged up like a tide.

In front of him was a gloomy and deep river, with towering mountain walls on both sides blocking out the sun. There was only a small raft floating on the river as quiet as stagnant water.

This is the scene that the players were in when they first entered the copy of "Double Happiness Town".

But this time, there were only five people on the boat. Except for Li Yao and the boatman, the other three were all strangers.

It was November 19, 2009. After Li Yao purchased the prop [White Blade], he entered the dungeon before the countdown ended and met three teammates.

The tall man with scars at the corners of his eyes is Brother Zhang, the thin and weak young man who dares not speak is Ashu, and the girl who deliberately behaves cheerful and generous is Xiaoxi.

As a supernatural novelist, Li Yao was naturally promoted to be the leader of the four-person team because she knew a lot of folk customs and Feng Shui theories.

At first, she did live up to expectations, using her experience and knowledge to lead her teammates through death points one after another.

But this copy is too big. Mrs. Xu appears regularly and takes the players here and there; white mist covers the land from time to time, and there are ghosts and monsters running rampant in the mist. Players can do nothing but passively experience the plot.

On the first day, the four of them dreamed of a woman sitting by the well and were awakened.

The next day, the four of them attended Xi'er's wedding banquet and went to the Xi'er Temple to offer incense. They were teased and embarrassed by the moving statues and weeping coffins.

Ashu was injured in the fight. Brother Zhang's words showed that he wanted to leave him, but Li Yao stopped him sternly.

On the third day, Xier was found dead in the well, and the four found half a piece of makeup mirror by the well.

Xiaoxi recognized that it was the latest brand, which should belong to Xu Wen.

Brother Zhang thought that this was a clue left by Xu Wen, with the purpose of informing the players that she was in the well.

On the third night, a hundred ghosts paraded at night. Xier's ghost returned home, possessed Xiaoxi, and randomly looked for people to kill.

During the fight, Li Yao stabbed Xiaoxi's heart with the [White Blade], and then found that Xiaoxi was still alive when he was possessed...

On the fourth day, the players still had no idea about the main quest and world view. Xiaoxi's death turned into a haze over the players' heads, and cracks appeared in the three-person group.

The fog in the town became thicker and thicker, and even in the daytime, you could see the terrifying weirdness in the fog.

The players had the same dream as the first night. This time, the woman in red was lying on the well mouth with twisted limbs, tears of blood in her eyes, and she asked for help from passers-by with resentment.

On the fifth day, Brother Zhang proposed to let someone go down the well to take a look. As a leader, Li Yao could not shirk his responsibility.

She wrapped the rope around her waist, looked at Brother Zhang, who looked ruthless, and then looked at Ashu, who was pale due to injury, and finally put the [White Blade] into Ashu's hand in front of Brother Zhang.

She thought that after she went down the well, if Brother Zhang wanted to harm Ashu, Ashu would have means to defend himself; and if Brother Zhang wanted to harm her, Ashu would be able to stop him in time.

In such an almost naive wishful thinking, she jumped down the well, fell on the soft mud, and never went back.

In the darkness, her consciousness sank into the invisible things, and she could only hear the conversation between the two people above her head.

Ah Shu questioned in a low voice: "Zhang... Brother Zhang, what are you doing? Sister Li is still down there..." Brother Zhang sneered in a cold tone and said: "Hehe, I just want her to die down there. Only when she dies, we have a chance to survive." "But, all the death points along the way were led by Sister Li..." "It's just a few death points. Does she have the ability to lead us through? Didn't she say that she was helpless with the main task of this dungeon?" "That... That can't be either..." "Hehe, judging from the clues found so far, it's a fantasy to crack the world view. In the end, the guaranteed death number mechanism will most likely be triggered. Li Yao is the most experienced player among us, and she is definitely more likely to survive than us." "..." "If we don't kill her, we will all die. Kill her first, then we have a chance to survive!" In the damp and cold darkness, Li Yao's perspective seemed to rise to the sky, and she lowered her eyes to overlook the scene of that year. She saw Brother Zhang pull out a black machete and cut the rope. And in the next second, Ashu stabbed the [White Blade] into his throat...

Li Yao didn't know how long she had been flying in the sky above Shuangxi Town. She watched a group of players take a boat into Shuangxi Town and turn into ghosts like paper people after death. She felt sad for no reason.

One day, she heard the voice of God.

The God said: "Your soul is imprisoned in the game. From now on, you will be an NPC in this copy, repeating the process of the game over and over again."

Li Yao asked: "What do I need to do after I become an NPC?"

The God smiled: "If it were in the past, I might have ordered you to provide false clues to lure the stupid lambs astray; but now, I have thought of an interesting way to play."

The voice was brewing deep malice, and Li Yao trembled uncontrollably. When she looked up, she saw the scarlet eyes of the God.

"I will seal your memory of death, preserve your emotions when you were killed, and grant you the knowledge to control the life and death of others." The red and black cards were suspended on the fingertips of the god, and his voice was pleasant, "I am curious, will you choose to be a human or an evil spirit."

From then on, there was an NPC named "Li Yao" on the boatman's raft.

She looked no different from the player, and could randomly copy a skill of the player in this round.

She followed the player's team into Shuangxi Town every time, and tirelessly provided important information pointing to the world view.

During the period, there were betrayals, cooperation, being killed, and being truly grateful and admired...and no matter what they experienced, all memories will disappear with the reset of the copy.

Until this moment, scenes that were similar but different overlapped, washing away the exhausted will.

Li Yao raised her hand to cover her eyes, and tears fell from her palm.

"So I'm already dead... So I've been dead for a long time... You're all dead too..."

...

"Neither alive nor dead."

"Neither yin nor yang."

"False is true, true is false."

"Mourning is joy, joy is mourning."

There was a long, deep and narrow road at the bottom of the well, and Qi Si walked slowly forward in the dark.

Someone was singing in his ear, as if he was crying for a funeral. The mournful voice was three-dimensional and surrounded, pouring into Qi Si's mind from all directions.

He frowned irritably, and his steps became faster and faster under the urging of the noise.

Finally, there was a bright color in front of him. The listless light outlined a round hole, which was not dazzling, and could not give people the joy of new life.

Qis stepped into the light without hesitation, leaving the noise behind.

When he opened his eyes again, he was already in a small town shrouded in fog.

The layout of this town is very similar to that of Shuangxi Town on the ground, but the overall tone is darker and paler. The white walls and black tiles on both sides are submerged in the fog, and there is no red silk on the surface.

The lingering gray mist piled up layer by layer around you, limiting your field of vision to a very small area, and you could only vaguely see the shadows moving in the fog.

White paper copper coins floated down from the sky, flying all over the sky, like white butterflies emerging from the cocoon of the netherworld.

It was clearly afternoon, but in front of me was a hazy gray sky, like a polluted sky in a heavy industrial area.

Ghost figures were coming and going around me, some were hunched, some were jumping, some were trembling and walking slowly, and some were walking in a hurry. Men, women, old and young, from all walks of life, except that their faces cannot be seen clearly, they are all welcomed and sent off as they were before they were alive.

Chiss is also a member of the Lonely Ghosts and will attend the meeting in a mutilated state.

As he walked forward step by step, he was passed by countless gray ghosts. His body became colder and colder, and he could gradually feel the mood of those ghosts.

Sad, unwilling, confused, relieved...

The woman who has been bedridden for a long time remembers her young children at home and hangs down her weak arms helplessly;

A man in his prime fell off a cliff while on a business trip. What he thought before he died was that he still had his long-cherished wish unfulfilled;

A child does not know what death is. He only wonders why he has come to a strange place and cannot see his parents;

The old man saw all the boredom and complaints of his descendants in front of the bed, and felt the pain go away at the moment he died...

There was a sound of the suona, and then the mournful music played. Some people cried along with the song, and even Qisi couldn't help but feel a bit sad.

So, in the palace of his own mind...he told himself a joke.

"This young man -" someone shouted from behind, his voice low and hoarse.

Qisi turned around and looked with interest. An old man in a blue gown gestured to him with dull eyes: "Excuse me, have you seen a girl? She is about the same height, with willow eyebrows, bright eyes, and a double smile." A dimple..."

The old man's clothes clearly belong to ancient times, and his long gray hair is messy. He looks like a madman: "I have been looking for her for a long time. She must be here... They hid her..."

Normally, Qiss would have considered that this old man who suddenly appeared might be an important NPC, and might have had the time to talk to him a few more words; but now, Qiss, who had nothing to offer, just wanted to die immediately.

He turned a blind eye to the old man, turned around and walked quickly forward.

Behind him, the old man murmured: "Please help me find her - by the way, her name is 'Xu Yao'..."

Please tell me if you don’t understand! The author's perspective and the reader's perspective are different. My mind has been a little confused recently, and I am likely to write messy and over-the-top information... (Thanks to Zi Zhuo, Refrain., Cheng Liang Ruo Mo, Book Friends 20220512160138298, Book Friends 20200718210010360, Yin Yue Yue, Book Friends 161206112807048, Seeing the Green Mountain Again, Cheng'an Aba Aba Aba, Cloudy Sky, Book Friends 20210603215029109, Book Friends 20210501106452810648, But I'm Just a Light Bulb, Book Friends 20210301106566363966, Moon Star Night Dream, Yan Xiuxi, etc. Friend’s monthly pass!)