Infinite weird games

Qis sat cross-legged, imprisoned in Lingzi's body. From his perspective, he could see his own body holding the recorder, standing still one step away.

Did the Rabbit God actually "invite" his soul into Lingzi's body?

Was it because his status was close to that of a god and he was the closest, so the strange game got it wrong; or was there something else going on?

Qis didn't think he would be the Rabbit God, at least not now.

Qi had just told him not long ago that as a god, he would become Qi and hold the power of the contract.

Although I don't know how true or false these words are, the status of the Lord of the Gods and the Rabbit God is too different. If they can really be related, it would be too cheap...

The [Rabbit God Mask] in the prop column turned gray, indicating that it was in use.

Qis felt that his face seemed to be covered with a fluffy thing, which must be the [Rabbit God Mask].

Was it related to this item that he was "invited" to Lingzi's body as the Rabbit God?

"Lord Rabbit God, please fulfill our wishes!"

"Lord Rabbit God, if you are willing to fulfill our wishes, please draw a circle on the paper!"

The girls surrounded Qi Si who descended into Lingzi's body, dancing like a banshee in the forest, with strong desires in their voices and eyes.

Qi Si found that he could not help but pick up the ballpoint pen placed on the side of his leg, slowly suspended his hand on the paper, and was about to put down a stroke.

The scarlet leaves at the bottom of the Temple of Thought did not increase or decrease in the slightest, and even did not move at all. The girls' desires did not blow a breeze between the soul leaves.

Something was wrong. In the "Colosseum" copy, when the rats were about to realize their wishes, they ignited a blazing faith and grew large blood-red leaves on the branches.

Do these girls in front of them have no faith or no soul?

"Lord Rabbit God, hurry up, the sky is about to dawn!" The girls urged in unison, reflecting a strange red light in their eyes.

Qi Si checked it once, and the props bar and system interface were still displayed in front of him. All props that were not banned after entering the dungeon could still be mobilized.

He was not in a hurry to control Lingzi's body to leave, so he simply held the ballpoint pen and drew a circle on the paper calmly.

Seeing this, the girls cheered with joy.

A girl with a ponytail and freckles on her face came forward and said to Qi Si clearly: "Lord Rabbit God, my wish is to become more beautiful."

As soon as the voice fell, the freckles on the girl's face faded, and her skin became white at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the same time, Qi Si's vision was covered with blood-red light, and the pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow exploded from the back of his head, carrying the coldness of winter to penetrate every blood vessel.

Countless strange scenes flashed before his eyes, and he saw the entangled chains hanging from the sky, locking his limbs; and at this time he was no longer himself, but a huge rabbit made up of countless broken bones.

Those bones came from different creatures, people, and other small animals. The colorful soul was trapped in the bones. A blessing belt fell from the sky, cut off a small corner, and floated to the ground...

[Soul integrity: 99%]

A line of white text appeared on the system interface. Qi Si realized that it might not be as simple as imagined for the Rabbit God to fulfill human wishes, but it would consume its own soul...

As for what would happen if the soul was consumed too much...

Qis didn't know, and didn't want to know, anyway, it would definitely not be a good thing.

He tried to stand up, but just after moving a few centimeters, he was dragged back to the ground by a force.

The golden chain was visible for a moment, clanging and shaking in the void, with a strong sense of confinement and restraint.

The current scene did not seem to be worshiping, praying to, or sacrificing to God, but rather imprisoning and forcing God...

The girls laughed: "The ceremony has been completed. Lord Rabbit God must fulfill our wishes before leaving."

"Lord Rabbit God has promised to fulfill our wishes, and you can't regret it."

Ceremony? You can't regret it if you promise?

It sounds like a contract...

Qis's eyes fell on the [Fate Pocket Watch].

Even though he was imprisoned, he could still move the item bar. Now he might be able to directly activate the effect of the [Fate Pocket Watch] and return to before entering the second floor.

But this means that he will not be able to see Lingzi's body and give up the progress of the main task.

And the moment he sees Lingzi's body, he will be "invited" to Lingzi's body...

The weird game will not create an unsolvable situation. There must be a solution, which he can do now...

The circle formed by the girls is tight and has no flaws. It is like a cage that traps Qisi.

Qis's mind flashed with two sentences that the girls said at the beginning-

'Everyone must be present. One less person will make Lord Rabbit unhappy and punish everyone. '

'Everyone, please keep your voice down. Don't let Teacher Qian hear us and catch us...'

The contract not only means rights, but also obligations.

If only one person is missing, the ritual will fail and everyone will be punished...

Qis's mind moved slightly, and he called up the [Ghost Driver's Recorder] in the prop column and turned up the volume to the maximum.

[Sister and brother went to grandma's house, the children's meat was tender and their bones were crisp, and grandma was drooling with greed...]

[Fearful and praying, I only saw the sea and the dead souls who fell into the water...]

[Whose daughter is stupid and foolish, silly and easy to give birth to...]

[Good children don't want to eat and can only eat dirt, bad children's bodies are covered with poisonous mushrooms...]

Songs of various styles sounded harshly and abruptly, and as Qi Si used his uncontrolled limbs to randomly press buttons, he sang one after another in a hoarse and mocking manner.

The songs that did not belong to this copy were extremely penetrating at night, and could be heard even from several floors away.

After the initial shock, the girls no longer cared about making wishes, and rushed towards Qi Si like crazy, snatching the recorder from his hand.

Qi Si silently put the recorder back to the prop column, took it out when the girls retreated, and then put it back again...

"You can't do this! Be quiet!"

"Damn it, Teacher Qian will hear it!" The girls panicked and scratched Qi Si's body angrily, but Qi Si did not feel any pain and continued to do his own thing.

After all, his body now belonged to Lingzi, and the dead would not feel pain, and it would be okay if they were scratched to pieces.

The singing of the tape recorder was high and loud, breaking through the darkness one after another.

A girl knelt down to Qi Si: "Lord Rabbit God, please don't attract Teacher Qian, we won't be so greedy anymore..."

However, it was too late.

The sound of bones rubbing against each other came from far away, bringing with it the smell of rot, and leaving slippery mucus like a mollusk.

In the red light, the female dormitory manager crawled over flexibly and quickly on all fours like an amphibian.

The girls' singing before was part of the dungeon mechanism and could not attract the attention of other ghost NPCs, while the sound of the tape recorder belonged to the players, and it would be impolite if it was not noticed by the NPCs.

The female dormitory manager was angry because she couldn't find Qi Si who went out in the middle of the night on the fourth floor. Now she followed the sound down and thought she could find the player who didn't abide by the rules, but she didn't expect to see only a group of female students who were also ghosts.

Even if they all became ghosts, school rules and regulations still had to be followed. Since the female dormitory manager saw students gathering in the corridor in the middle of the night, she had to deal with them.

As ghosts, students were naturally afraid of teachers as always.

The female students dispersed in a hurry, and Qi Si felt that the restraints on him seemed to have been lifted a little, and he could move.

He was not in a hurry to move, and he pretended to be dead as quiet as a mountain, watching the female dormitory manager chasing one of the female students away, while the others ran into their dormitories and closed the door.

In just half a minute, all the demons and ghosts dispersed. Qi Si made a slight movement to stand up, and his soul floated up slowly. After a dizzy spin, it returned to his body again.

Lingzi's body fell backwards weakly, hitting the ground with a "pop" sound.

It was already 5:40 in the morning, and there were still 50 minutes before the 6:30 wake-up time stipulated by Hope Middle School, which was enough to do a lot of things.

Qi Si walked out of the dormitory building and headed straight for the teaching building in the thin morning light.

The overhead floor of the teaching building was occupied by gray-white fog, and there were shadowy figures floating in the thick fog, sometimes far and sometimes near, but nothing could be seen if you looked closely, as if it was a strange dream.

The ground was slippery, as if the fog had condensed when it hit the cold cement. Looking closely, you can see that the surface was full of water droplets like insect eggs, which were still rolling.

His vision was blocked by the fog and confined to a corner. Qi Si walked slowly with his sense of direction and finally found the stairs.

He climbed the handrail all the way to the third floor and stopped at the door of the teacher's office.

At this point, the teachers had not yet gone to work, so the office was naturally empty, with no voices and no blood.

Qi Si held the recorder tightly in his left hand, pulled out the thin wire from the bracelet with his right hand, pried open the door lock, turned the door handle, and pushed the door open.

The office was dimly lit without lights on, and the layout inside could only be seen by the morning light slanting in from the window.

Li Fang's desk was placed in the center of the room. The desktop was very tidy. Only the upper left corner was filled with homework handed in by students. There was no body lying under the desk. Only a faint smell of blood remained.

Qi Si put the list he had taken out before on the pile of homework at the corner of the desk, and then found his own homework and put the review in it, which solved the problem of not being able to hand in the review in person.

He sat down at the desk, opened the drawer, and took out one file after another to read.

On the top was a lesson plan book, which was densely written. Qi Si roughly flipped through it. It was all about teaching design and teaching experience, as well as multiple solutions to some questions. It can be seen that Li Fang is really responsible.

But the school leaders obviously didn't think so. They wrote blood-red handwriting on the back of the lesson plan book: [Classes 9 and 10 have been at the bottom of the monthly exam for two consecutive times. Reflect well! 】

Below the lesson plan was the class roster. Qi Si learned that class nine and class ten happened to be the "difficult class" that gathered the students with the worst grades. It would be abnormal if they were not at the bottom.

The school leaders asked Li Fang to teach the worst class and criticized her harshly. It was probably because of some personal grudges.

Below that were various exercise books. They had all been written once and some questions were circled in red. It seemed that they thought those questions were worth doing.

Qi Si took out the test paper under the table and compared it. Sure enough, he found the shadows of those questions.

He had heard that some schools would collude with booksellers to make money and require students to buy some messy teaching materials, which wasted students' money and time.

Some teachers are dissatisfied with this, so they will resist the pressure and select questions from the teaching aids to make practice papers, saving students the trouble of buying teaching aids.

Li Fang was targeted everywhere because she opposed the school leadership. It seems quite logical, but in this way, what is the difference between this and ordinary petty manipulation in reality?

Qi Si continued to look down and a newspaper came into view.

The date on the newspaper was [July 31], which was the day before the start time of the copy [August 1].

The redundant parts were cut off, leaving only one news, with a bold and bold title that was particularly eye-catching-

"A boy in Hope Middle School jumped off the building and committed suicide, suspected of excessive academic pressure."

The news mentioned that in the past six months, Hope Middle School may have been affected by the growing trend of only focusing on grades, and changed the previous purpose of happy education and began to strictly manage students.

Many students went from heaven to hell, and it was difficult to accept it for a while, and they showed depression tendencies.

The article exaggerates the psychological fragility of middle school students, and also includes some inspirational quotes on how to relieve stress. Later, whether it was to make up the word count or for some other reason, it began to review the background of Hope Middle School.

Qis learned that Hope Middle School has a certain aristocratic academy color, and the students are mainly composed of three aspects: top-notch students with outstanding grades are invited in with a lot of money to improve their grades and serve as a gimmick; wealthy and powerful families are attracted by those gimmicks and spend money to send their children in, hoping that their grades can be improved by being influenced by them; and some poor students from orphanages are used as cornerstones to absorb social charity funds.

It can be said that from beginning to end, the Eternal Life Technology Company that invested in Hope Middle School did not show any kindness, but just used this school as a tool to make money.

The news wrote a paragraph at the end: [The reporter learned through visits and investigations that there were hundreds of cases of abnormal deaths of students in Hope Middle School, but because most of them were orphans funded by the Eternal Life Technology Company, they failed to attract widespread social attention. We must reflect on whether there is something wrong with our education. 】

Qisi thought of the Rabbit God's wish-making mechanism, and wondered if the dead orphans were sacrificed by the Eternal Life Technology Company to ensure the students' grades.

However, with the power of the Rabbit God, can it really affect so many people?

Qisi pondered for a moment and turned the newspaper to the back.

There were two photos printed on it: one was a photo of the deceased's life before his death, and his figure and facial features were exactly the same as Lu Ming; the other was a surveillance screenshot, with a person in Lu Ming's image standing on the rooftop of the dormitory building, looking down at a certain place, his eyes dark and deep.

Is it Lu Ming, or Lu Ming?

Qisi touched his pulse, but didn't feel a beat; he sniffed his breath, and it was cold.

The moment he realized the truth, the illusion that was used as a cover-up disappeared.

The truth was obvious: the original body, that is, Lu Ming, died before the copy began... (End of this chapter)