Infinite weird games

The firelight flickered, and the shadows were dim.

The corridor carved with epic stories stretched endlessly, and the illuminated torches blurred the sense of distance, making people feel that this road had no end.

Tiger carried Qi Si and Nian Fu along the corridor, and the speed never slowed down, and the wind was blown away between his steps.

The scene in front of him gradually changed, and the vision became wider. The ancient Greek marble building stretched at the end of the corridor, and the narrow passage actually led the player into the magnificent underground building.

The huge hollowed-out space formed a typical European courtyard, which was as large as the square in front of the church. In the center stood a white stone statue holding a book, which was covered with a layer of gray by the dim light.

The courtyard was surrounded by corridors supported by columns. Behind the light and dark interlaced shielding were houses with closed doors and windows, which were as closed and oppressive as a tomb for storing coffins.

"I've been to this place before, it's really too similar..." Nian Fu looked around, his face stunned.

The damp smell of mold lingered in the air, and the dust blown by the wind fell to the ground wetly after flying a few inches, as if imprisoned by some force.

"Hissing" noises came from the ground, one after another, as if some abnormal creatures were about to break out of the ground.

"Is the layout here based on the orphanage where you grew up?" Qi Si asked casually, looking at the dark green moss on the marble wall.

"Yes." Nian Fu nodded, recalling, "The layout and specifications are exactly the same. Just now, I really thought I was back in that orphanage.

"I still remember that the courtyard in the middle was where the children fought, and the concentration camp-like rooms next to it were filled with people most of the time and locked at night. ”

There is a great connection between the weird game and reality, but the Colosseum with an ancient Greek background and the orphanage located in Jiangcheng are completely unrelated.

I don’t know if the copy of the weird game was lazy and just grabbed a scene from reality, or if the weird orphanage was originally the "Colosseum" of the weird game that was extradited to reality...

"Tell me about the orphanage, maybe it will help you pass the copy. "Qis said softly.

The wound that almost split the man in half delivered a dizzying pain, but the mechanism of [Undead] kept him awake, and he could even hear the sound of his internal organs shaking and bumping in his chest.

Fortunately, the ghost's senses were relatively dull, so he was not destroyed by the pain and could still make plans and strictly implement them.

He controlled the straw tiger to move forward at full speed and stepped into the vast and lonely courtyard. At the same time, he leaned over and pressed his chest against the tiger's hair to slow down the blood flow.

Next to the [Undead] icon, the value [52%] was displayed. After being bandaged, it decreased at a rate of [0.05%] per minute.

When this value drops to zero, the dead who should have gone to hell long ago will sleep forever and there will be no room for maneuver.

Even if he is not injured again, he only has fourteen hours left to live.

Now he is just struggling to survive and waiting for slow death.

"How long can you last in this state? The effect of 'Undead' has a limit, right? "Nian Fu stared at the blood-soaked bandage on Qi Si's chest and asked with a frown.

She needed to evaluate the strength and value of her teammates again before making a further decision, whether to continue cooperation or... sacrifice pawns to save the chariot.

"Maybe. It depends on when Chang Xu can accumulate 3,000 points and remember to look for Sphinx. "Qis didn't seem to hear Nian Fu's tentative meaning, and smiled weakly, "It should be hopeless today, let's wait until tomorrow. "

The two looked back and saw that Chang Xu had disappeared. He had been thrown off by the full-speed run.

After all, he was a human being, and his physical condition would decline. After a morning of exhaustion, two battles, and a long chase, his speed was naturally not as fast as it was at the beginning.

But with his persistence, he must still be chasing him.

There were no forks in the corridor, and there were bloodstains as a guide. If the two fleeing people were a little slack, they would be caught up by him.

Qis had a rough assessment of the situation.

He knew that Nian Fu might still have a chance to survive, but he would definitely be stabbed a dozen times by Chang Xu with the sickle until he was stabbed to death due to excessive blood loss...

"There are still two hours. "He glanced at the remaining time of the beast fighting game in the upper left corner of his vision.

The constantly changing countdown not only means the duration of the crisis, but also determines how long he will have to flee today.

But the benefits of blindly fleeing are too low. Leaving your fate to others and running around is an unwise choice that lacks initiative.

Maybe there is another way, with great risks but considerable benefits...

The tiger maintained its original speed and went deep into the courtyard. The "rustling" sound underground became more and more distinct as the players entered, conveying a faint sense of familiarity.

Nian Fu thought of something and looked grim: "Those ratmen were dragged out from here. We didn't see any along the way. Where do you think they would be at this time? "

The dome of the underground building was painted with bloody murals, a bloody figure was disemboweled, bleeding profusely, and birds and beasts swarmed over to eat the organs that flowed out.

Nian Fu's words and the noise mixed together, like a horror story told in a cave in the snowy mountains, bringing a warning of death.

Qis tilted his head and listened for a while, but smiled calmly.

He raised his finger and then lowered it, pointing to the ground under the tiger: "Isn't the answer obvious? Of course...underground."

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground of the building shook violently. Looking around, dozens of stone slabs were lifted up from below, and tentacles composed of bloody pythons emerged from the holes.

They hit in all directions crazily, and more and more damage appeared in every corner of the building. The marble slabs were broken into irregular stones, and the pillars collapsed together with the roof, falling with crackling sounds.

"Here we come." Qisi sighed, "If nothing else, they are the 'tailed wolves' of this world. They form the bottom of the social structure. They are oppressed and persecuted by the same kind above them. They are buried deep underground all year round without seeing the sky. day.

"Pain and despair inspire anger, and anger condenses into desire in the accumulation day after day. What a powerful force, it only takes one spark to explode with a 'bang'."

The closed door was opened, and red and black monsters came out. More snake heads and rat heads emerged from under the rubble, staring back and forth with scarlet eyes.

Hundreds of rat men climbed up from the ground to the surface, and each one's body surface was covered with dense and hideous wounds. You can imagine how much pain they have suffered.

This is undoubtedly a force that can be utilized, or rather...a resource.

In beast chess, the "rat" can capture the "elephant".

"Quickly leave!" Nianfu waved his whip to drive away the monsters that tried to get closer. "If we don't leave, we will die before they explode!"

With the tiger's speed, it is not difficult to break out of the encirclement of these rat men.

As long as he breaks out of the encirclement, Chang Xu, who is chasing after him, will be blocked by the rat men and will either be forced to turn back or fall into a hard fight.

Nianfu was calculating in confusion, keeping an eye on the rats and paying attention to the movements in all directions, but he felt that the pace of the tiger beneath him had slowed down.

She frowned slightly and was about to ask, when the tiger stopped and sat on the spot.

What's going on? The prop effect duration is exhausted? Why at this time?

Nian Fu made random guesses, and the next second he saw Qi Si sitting up calmly, as if he was about to jump off the tiger's body.

She immediately understood that the tiger's stop was due to Qis' instruction.

This man didn't go to many places, but he just went underground where the rat men were imprisoned. He might have other plans.

"Qisi, what are you trying to do? Are you trying to use the method last night to turn them into stone? Are you wasting your time here because you are afraid that Chang Xu won't be able to catch up?" He was talking very fast. He asked, trying to get Zeiss to give up his crazy thoughts.

The messy and surging red snake and the huge rat body blocked the view behind him. Chang Xu could not be seen for a while, and it was impossible to judge his position.

But it is conceivable that once all the rat men are transformed into stone statues, Chang Xu will easily catch up with the two people who wasted time here.

"You guessed wrong." Qisi suddenly smiled softly and looked at Nian Fu with scarlet eyes, "I will die for real once in a while, and after that you have two choices:

"Hide my body and tell everyone that I am in a safe place and will not be killed by any of them again.

“If my plan succeeds, all the advantages of this game will be tilted towards you and me, which will not only mean TE clearance and identity cards, but perhaps also allow you to become a real god as promised by the background narrator.

"Of course, you can also take my body out, hand me over to Chang Xu, and tell those people that all your previous actions were just due to my deception and coercion, and now you have changed your ways and turned from darkness to light.

"I believe they will be willing to accept you. At most, they will push you out first after encountering the death point. Considering that this is a camp game, you control all the resources of the team, and you may not let them crush you."

Blood beads dotted the young man's face, sputtering irregularly, making all expressions look ferocious and terrifying.

Nian Fu clutched the tiger's fur tightly, raised his face and looked directly into Qisi's eyes, trying to read more information: "What is your plan? We are teammates, with the same interests and positions. There is no need to create information gaps out of thin air. Internal friction.

"You are an intellectual player, and I happen to be on the force side. Many of your ideas require my strength to execute. You tell me your plan, and I can adjust my strategy at any time according to the situation."

"It's not necessary, it's enough for you to know this." Qisi's smile did not fade, "If something unexpected happens, it means that I missed a move or was unlucky. It would be a good ending to die like this, no. "?"

Nian Fu knew in his heart that Qisi didn't trust her, so he was unwilling to tell the details of the plan.

This guy is suspicious by nature and doesn't trust anyone. In his eyes, everyone is just a chess piece that can be manipulated at will, without any need to talk...

She is very similar to "that person". Perhaps it is because of this that "that person" would choose to let her contact and invest...

"If you don't tell me the overall plan, how will I know whether the subsequent development will be detrimental to me?" Nian Fu sneered, "Taken together, it would be better for me to stop the loss in time and hand over your body to Chang Xu."

"You don't need to rush to tell me your choice. I have no desire. All your choices affect your own income and ending. What does it have to do with me?"

Covered in heavy blood, Qisi landed steadily on the ground, and walked step by step into the monster group with full blood.

The rats who had just climbed out of the ground were indulging in their violent nature, but they were still stunned by the courage of this human. They subconsciously retreated, but were pushed back, making the retreat more like rushing forward.

A vague desire that came from nowhere was transmitted among the group. They moved aside to the sides, allowing the strangely behaving human to approach them, and then turned into a tide to surround the stray aliens.

Qis suddenly raised his hand into the void, and a white scepter stained with a trace of blood appeared in his hand.

The remnants of the power of the gods cast a layer of sacred aura on his whole body, but the blood color made the picture weird.

Liu Yuhan, who was lying in the tower, was released from the confinement, struggled to get up from the ground, covered the wound on his abdomen and stood up with difficulty, dragging the blood along the stairs slowly.

Qi Si raised his hand to remove the bandage on his chest, and the blood-soaked cloth fell lightly to the ground. A large amount of blood dripped from the wound to the ground, and the pool of blood slowly grew like the base of a statue.

The rats finally understood what it was.

It was the blood of God that they had dreamed of, the key to lifting the curse, and what they wanted...

The surging desire accumulated in their hearts, and their sights could no longer move, and they were attracted to gather in one place.

They rushed over, stretched out their claws, and were about to get what they wanted, but after reaching a certain extreme, they could no longer move forward.

Desire was heavy and turbid, and it solidified into a hard shell under unrestrained wantonness, sealing all the existences that carried desire into the cold stone statue.

The rats closest to the inner circle, who could see the blood, did not move, and surrounded Qi Si like a barrier.

The rats in the outer circle were blocked by the stone statues of their companions. They didn't know what was going on inside, and they squeaked irritably and dissatisfiedly.

Qi Si had expected this, but he smiled and touched the forehead of the stone statue with his bloody fingers.

Zhang Mo was eaten by the ratmen, Lin Ye and Chang Xu were injured by the ratmen in the fight, and the ratmen did not petrify during the period of causing damage to the players, which was enough to explain the problem.

The curse on the ratmen is related to desire. When the desire grows to a certain extent, they will turn into stone statues.

The so-called divine blood can remove the curse on them. They only need to touch the divine blood and they will no longer be restricted by desire.

Qi Si smeared his blood on the surface of the stone statues that the ratmen turned into, as if an artist was adding the finishing touch to his work, just like the gods gave the creatures souls at the beginning of creation.

The dead things under his palms resumed beating in an instant, and the ratmen that were touched regained their lives.

The picture that appeared in the oracle descended into the world. They knew that it was Qi Si who saved them with blood, and that the young man holding the scepter surrounded by them was their god.

How great, how selfless! Even though he was bleeding and dying, he still wanted to redeem them!

The curse was lifted, and his desires were satisfied. The rats did not dare to expect too much. They just crawled devoutly at Qis' feet, showing their gratitude and love for the gods.

The rats in the outer circle were no longer blocked by their peers in the inner circle, and they could see the fresh blood, the blood that stimulated their desires.

They also solidified into motionless stone statues in a few seconds, standing like a stone forest, forming a barrier to block the latecomers.

Qis sat cross-legged on the spot and said to the rats closest to him: "Use my blood to save your companions."

The rats received the order and scooped up the blood on the ground to smear on the newly generated stone statues.

All the blood-stained stone statues recovered their lives and actively joined the team to distribute blood.

Looking down from the top of the head, the underground courtyard was probably a layered flower, with a sea of ​​strange monsters forming the petals, and the center of the flower was surrounded by tigers and humans.

Circles of ratmen repeated the process of petrification, contact with blood, and removal of the curse, crawling one after another to the center of the courtyard.

They had never really seen the gods, and only received the specious oracles of the supreme being in their dreams.

But they were willing to give their faith to the human who saved them.

Qis felt the loss of his blood, and the value next to the [Undead] icon dropped at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it might return to zero in a few minutes.

The [Scarlet Priest] card on the other side was surging with blood-colored mist, trembling violently to absorb the faith from the monsters, and outlining a scarlet human figure on the cross.

The blood-colored vines deep in the mind hall grew rapidly, flourishing in just a few seconds, and countless soul leaves were swaying vigorously, each corresponding to the soul of a monster.

The life of a human or a ghost was passing away unstoppably, and the status of a god was further solidified in death.

That was not the god that humans pursued out of delirium, but the light that desperate monsters followed in the darkness.

Qis lay back, looking at the disemboweled human figure in the dome mural from a distance.

He suddenly realized that gods cannot have desires.

Almost all religious allusions have legends of gods' sacrifice and redemption. If they had desires, how could they be willing to be eaten by ants?

Since gods have no desires, then can beings without desires be gods?

Qis wanted to gamble again.

In this game, he would bet his life. (End of this chapter)