Infinite weird games

"The meal is ready, come and eat!" In the courtyard, Su Po used the same words as before dinner to greet the player to have breakfast.

Although I saw three dead people in the morning and my appetite has been exhausted, I still have to listen to the NPC's instructions.

Players gradually gathered at the round table in the center of the courtyard.

Zhao Feng walked slowly, his eyes wandering over the two corpses in the room.

Human flesh is also meat, and three people have just died, so the supply is very sufficient...

There will probably be more deaths later. Even if the meat is not enough, there is still a way...

Zhao Feng has no sense of morality, and in reality he often battles wits and courage with the Public Security Bureau. What he is worried about is that in a limited space, everyone will look down and not look up. Behavior that is not in line with public order and good customs will quickly consume the trust and favor of others. If someone tries to kidnap someone morally, he will be very passive.

Zisi stood up at this time and said such words, undoubtedly playing the role of a supporter, sharing the risks and moral pressure for him.

When the time comes when someone needs to be sacrificed, he can push Qiss out and take the punishment on his behalf.

Qisi has a clear understanding of Zhao Feng's psychology, and this is exactly the signal he wants to pass on to the latter.

If cooperation without a moral basis is to be achieved, the other party must think that it has gained greater benefits.

In the case of careful planning, villains are far easier to use than good people when it comes to doing dirty work.

The other players had already walked away. Zhao Feng squatted down on the right side of the bespectacled man's body and reached out to explore, trying to figure out where to cut the meat so it wouldn't be easy to find.

Although feeding human flesh to ghosts was in line with the principle of emergency avoidance and no one could really accuse him of anything, he still had the self-awareness of being a human being and felt that this approach was not decent.

Qisi saw this in his eyes and had no intention of changing the tool man's views. He took out a blade from the special bracelet and threw it to the ground.

"Weapon props, the kind that can be disassembled and assembled..." Zhao Feng picked up the blade with a complicated look in his eyes, "You are so lucky. The background of my first dungeon is a medieval church, except for crosses."

Qiss smiled, very sincerely: "Really? I thought everyone would have weapons, wouldn't you?"

"..."

Since his hands were short, Zhao Feng could only suppress the urge to curse, and took the blade given by Qisi and made gestures on the waist of the corpse.

Zeiss put his hands in his pockets as if nothing had happened, walked to the center of the courtyard, and sat down at his old seat next to the round table.

On the table are white flour steamed buns and pickled mustard. Compared to the sumptuous feast last night, the dishes are much simpler. Three seats were vacant, but Su Po didn't seem to notice. She took Axi and sat at the table, looking at the players happily.

Everyone searched the surroundings with their eyes intentionally or unintentionally, but the iron basin containing the divine meat was nowhere to be seen, faintly sending a bad warning.

Qisi was still calm and composed. The portion of the divine meat that the spectacled man did not take was lying quietly in his pocket. Theoretically, he could rely on this to survive hunger once - he was happy to "live with the hope of the dead." Go down".

He used his chopsticks to put a steamed bun into a bowl, pulled it open with the tip of his chopsticks, wrapped it in pickles, and brought it to his mouth to bite.

Without the pot of divine meat hanging in front of him, his appetite was much better than yesterday. He felt that although the farm food in front of him was simple, the craftsmanship was solid, and it tasted good from mouth to mouth.

Yang Yundong suddenly stood up and walked straight to Su Po: "Su Po, why is there no divine meat today?"

After what happened last night, the players are all waiting for the divine meat to save their lives.

Su Po sneered: "It's enough for outsiders like you to taste it once, how can I feed it to you all? No more, there is no sacred meat."

Seeing Su Po's unkind expression, Zhu Ling hurriedly walked over and said warmly: "Su Po, you should also know that after eating this sacred meat once, you will never forget it. I can ask what you want us to do." Give us new divine meat?”

Su Po kept shaking her head: "No more, old lady, I don't have any meat here for you."

The players looked at each other with ugly expressions.

Originally, they thought that the subsequent divine meat would need to be replaced by completing certain dangerous side tasks, but they did not expect that they would not even be given the opportunity to complete the task!

Qisi had already finished his portion of steamed buns with pickles. I wonder if it was because of the weird game, but the steamed buns made by this countryman were actually soft and chewy, making people salivate.

He suppressed the urge to eat another one and looked at Su Po with a smile: "The village chief is still in the village, living in the 'village chief's house', right?"

Su Po was stunned and opened her mouth as if she wanted to defend herself, but no sound came out. In the end, she could only grit her teeth and say "yes".

The players all recalled the landmark "Village Chief's House" on the map in the travel brochure. Is there anything special about this?

I heard Qisi speak again, with a serious tone: "Su Po, you told me yesterday that the village chief has also become a god. Is he the same god as the god who gave you god meat?"

Su Po said nothing, but the answer was self-evident. The players signaled each other with their eyes, and they all had concerns in their hearts.

——The divine flesh is available.

…

In the room, Zhao Feng held a razor blade and cut messily on the body.

He watched helplessly as the cut flesh turned into light spots and scattered in the air, swaying, fading and disappearing, like a drop of ink dipped into a spring water.

[The body of the deceased has undergone some degree of mutation]

[Please note that mutated meat cannot be used]

Lines of prompt text were refreshed, and Zhao Feng's reason told him that the dungeon mechanism did not allow him to use the flesh of dead people to recharge, and it would not help no matter how many times he tried; but emotionally, the desperate mood of desperation made it difficult for him to give up.

He thought in vain, try again, try again...

Zhao Feng cut off another piece of meat, and before it hit the ground, the piece of meat turned into nothingness in his hands.

And he could only watch in vain, unable to do anything.

"Why, why is this happening?" Zhao Feng was completely panicked.

What a ridiculous joke it is that he chooses a way of survival in a desperate situation, but the facts tell him that "this way is dead"?

There were footsteps behind him, and Zhao Feng suddenly turned around and saw a young man in a white shirt standing by the door against the morning light, with an unclear smile on his face: "It seems like things are not going well for you?"

That smile was so mocking that Zhao Feng almost punched him. But he remained calm in the end, knowing that this man was his only ally.

So, he described the situation he encountered. The language is messy due to the ups and downs of emotions, but fortunately it can describe the situation clearly.

"Really?" Qisi lowered the corners of his mouth and narrowed his eyes.

As expected, a weird game would not allow players to get away with it so easily.

He had always felt that the player was outside the entire background story, and it would be too far-fetched to be related to "sin" just because he ate sacred meat.

Now he has a new guess about the mechanism of this copy - it needs to be verified, but he is 60 to 70% sure.

Qiss chuckled and said to himself: "Isn't it the setting of 'everyone is guilty'?"

Zhao Feng thought he was going to say something high-sounding and quickly pricked up his ears, but he only heard him make an inappropriate joke: "It seems that the ghosts in this dungeon attach great importance to food safety and do not want stale food."

"What the hell..."

"Well, then just give them fresh food and kill them to order. That sounds good, doesn't it?"

Qisi's smile was bright, his eyebrows were crooked, but the darkness in his eyes was brewing with malice and blood, which made people shudder.

Zhao Feng couldn't help but feel solemn, and took a step forward to ask: "What do you mean?"

Qisi retreated to the door, and the smile on his lips faded a bit: "Literally, I gave you the knife, do you still need to ask?"

Zhao Feng subconsciously clenched the blade in his hand and his face was ferocious for a moment.

Not only because he had foreseen the decision he would make next, but also because he found that he did not feel any guilt or hesitation when faced with that decision.

Yesterday, I spent a whole day moving to the dormitory. It was already very late when I settled down, and then I fell asleep on the table while writing. When I woke up and looked at the time, it scared me awake...