Infinite weird games

The god who comes without warning has no past, no tribe, and no bonds.

In the eyes of the hungry people, He was nothing more than a piece of ownerless meat.

The villagers gathered under the locust tree and chattered about how to deal with the troubled god. They greedily want to eat hair and drink blood, but they are afraid of unwarranted sins and divine punishment.

Finally, the old village chief stood up and claimed that he had a dream last night. The dream told him that God came for salvation, and that his flesh and blood were all gifts.

The old village chief took the lead in cutting off a piece of flesh from the god. The villagers were surprised to find that the wound grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they were even more convinced that the god was here to help them overcome their difficulties.

They gathered in a circle and talked about their dreams vividly, as if everyone dreamed of God and everyone's actions were approved by Him.

With the growing divine meat, the villagers survived the famine.

They were still poor, but each family pooled money to build a new ancestral hall to worship the god who helped them survive the famine.

They polished the legend of meat given by gods and spread it by word of mouth, gradually spreading to villages near and far.

The story seemed to be developing in a good direction, until one day, a businessman in black clothes and golden eyes came to Su's Village and said he wanted to taste the rumored sacred meat.

The villagers subconsciously refused, but the businessman spent a lot of money and continued to persuade: "Didn't you say that even if you cut the meat, the wound will grow back quickly? Then what's the harm in letting me eat a piece of meat?"

The villagers hesitated, but finally the old village chief came forward and agreed to the merchant's request.

Su's village used businessmen's money to build roads in the village. More and more people heard about this and came here.

The legends about gods faded away from their initial bloody appearance, and then spread through literary and non-conformity, just like market legends and gimmicks.

Some people say that the sacred meat can cure diseases, some say that eating the sacred meat can lead to immortality, and some people just follow the trend just out of curiosity and see other people flocking to it.

The stupid people had never seen the corpse of God with their own eyes, and they had far less moral consciousness and guilt. They adhered to the superstition and pursuit of God passed down from generation to generation. They gathered at the entrance of Su's Village and demanded to be like the pioneering businessmen. That way you can buy divine meat with money.

Su's Village is just a small village that doesn't belong to the mainstream, but there are too many people who have joined the mainstream from far and near. The temptation of money continues, and the poverty situation in the village becomes more and more glaring.

Finally one night, the old village chief summoned the fluent elders in the village to his home for a secret talk.

The village chief said: "I had a dream last night. The god knew about the situation in our village, took pity on our poverty, and allowed us to use his meat in exchange for money so that the children can live a better life."

The clan elders responded one after another, adding one after another, claiming that they had had the same dream, and that it was God himself who had sent a decree to help Su's village improve its life...

The new legend was thus fabricated. Early the next morning, Su's Village was announced to be open to the public. As long as a certain amount of money was paid, one could taste the sacred meat.

Relying on the money exchanged for the sacred meat, the people of Su's village had enough to eat, built new houses, and had enough money for various pleasures.

But they gradually discovered that the recovery speed of the wounds of the divine corpses was getting slower and slower. At the same time, a small number of villagers had undergone mutations, and the corpses after death began to exhibit the characteristics of divine flesh...

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"Oh, let me go. In the final analysis, these villagers are the ones who brought it upon themselves!" Zhang Licai clapped his hands and expressed emotion, "If we can survive the famine, we can serve that god well, or we can make a profit from the merchants and then stop. It won't be like this later. eventful."

"But that's what humans are." Qisi smiled coolly, "If I pull out a hair of yours and give me five million, would you do it?"

Zhang Lizai said without hesitation: "I must be willing, otherwise?"

Zeiss asked again: "What if you cut off one of your fingers and you can get 50 million?"

Zhang Licai was silent. He had almost anticipated the development of the next question, and knew that answering "yes" would fall right into Zeiss's trap.

But if he asks himself, if he really encounters this situation, he knows that his choice will never be to refuse.

The smile on Qisi's lips grew stronger, and he asked the last question slowly: "What if one day you know that your head can be exchanged for 500 million?"

There was no suspense about this question. Zhang Licai shook his head quickly: "Then I definitely won't do it. There's no point asking for money if my life is gone!"

"But everyone who knows about this transaction will find a way to chop off your head in exchange for money." Zhu Ling on the side came to a conclusion, looking away from the page and looking out the window.

"Desire never ends, and many things are out of control once they start. Even if they know that the end of the road is death, most people will be lucky and feel that being greedy will not necessarily lead to misfortune, or that ——Disaster doesn’t necessarily happen to you.”

The sun has dropped to the height of the roof and is about to set. It's getting late.

Zhu Ling let out a breath, lowered her head again, and read out the last paragraph in the village history: "There are too many tourists who come here for their fame. It is difficult for one divine corpse to supply enough divine meat. The villagers can only take the mutated corpses." The corpse is like a fish."

"Later, everyone mutated."

Zhang Lizai couldn't help but take a breath and asked: "Then what? Does it say anything about what happened to Su Po? Is there any way to deal with it?"

"No." Zhu Ling put the village history book on the dusty table and continued talking calmly, "The villagers discovered that as long as they were exposed to sunlight, they would transform into divine flesh, so they changed the direction of the door and used I covered the windows with black paper and stayed in the house during the day, trying to survive.”

Zhang Licai blinked his eyes twice: "Didn't I say that they are still accepting tourists after this? Are they asking for money rather than their lives? Are you thinking about money even if you become a ghost?"

Qismo rubbed his chin and pointedly said: "Are you sure they want money? You know, we were all thrown in by a weird game, and no one paid Su Po."

These words were like a flash of lightning, illuminating another path of reasoning.

Zhu Ling thought of something and continued with a cold face: "They don't want money, they want our meat. That's why Brother Yang went out to explore last night and met the villagers, so he was stopped and asked for meat."

"Why do they want our meat? You turned into a ghost and still want to eat it?" Zhang Lizai patted his fat face in confusion and asked, "Do any of you have any clues about it?"

The answer is no.

There are gaps in the clues, and part of the puzzle is solved, but the answers lead to new questions, like a puzzle that is getting bigger and bigger, but the most critical pieces are always missing.

Perhaps we have to wait until the clues in the ancestral hall are completed before we can know the final answer.

Qisi took out his pocket watch from his arms and took a look at it. The hands were at six o'clock, and there were still three hours before it would get completely dark.

It's almost dinner time, and there are still some odds and ends that need to be dealt with, and there are so many things that I can't sort out.

Qisi glanced at the dusty village history book but did not put it in his arms.

He put away his pocket watch, suppressed his smile, and said calmly: "Go back to Granny Su's house."