Infinite weird games

When Qisi followed Zhu Ling and Zhang Lizai back to Granny Su's house, Yang Yundong and his party had not arrived yet.

The pale sun fell far away on the distant horizon in the west, almost swallowed up by the fog. And before it was completely submerged in the white mist, the vast mist was like rice paper wiped with a paper towel soaked in water, diluting, diluting, and dispersing inch by inch.

The boundary to the west of the village was like an ancient relic that had been unsealed, but the materials that formed the blockade did not disappear out of thin air. The clouds rushed away like wild horses, weaving mist on the road to the east of the village, and gray-white smoke gradually rose.

Qisi crossed the threshold and his eyes fell on the corner where Lu Keliang's body originally lay.

The newly dead body now only has a bare skeleton, with not a single strand of flesh remaining on it, as smooth and clean as if it had been licked by a group of carnivorous creatures.

The surface of the skull glowed with a fresh milky white color, shining brightly in the dusk light. Qiss, who was used to seeing bone sculptures, could not help but sigh softly: "It's so beautiful."

He looked at it for a while and then came closer.

Zhou Yilin was sitting next to the skeleton, wiping tears silently. When she heard the footsteps, she started to cry: "I want to move Uncle Lu to a place...I don't know how it ended up like this..."

Qisi said "Oh", calmed down his wandering mind, and walked towards the depths of the house on the dry land.

Su Po just came out of the main room with a smile.

Even though he was sure that the old woman had been dead for a long time, Qiss still looked normal and asked politely: "Is there a place where I can wash up here?"

Su Po was stunned.

Then she heard the young man in front of her say one word at a time: "I want to take a shower."

Ten minutes later, Zis stood in the woodshed. He finally took off his shirt and trousers that were stained with mucus and dust, and soaked himself in a bathtub filled with hot water.

He scooped up water and poured it down from his head. His eyes, blurred by the water drops, became clear and blurry for a while.

Suddenly he saw his hooded eyes and the outline of his face that were so soft that no lines could be distinguished. A strange feeling grew at the bottom of his mind. He subconsciously raised his hand to touch his face, feeling a slight coolness.

"Chang Xu, you don't have a change of clothes, do you? I found some in the house..." Zhou Yilin's timid voice came from outside the door, "I put them on the window frame for you."

His thoughts were interrupted, Qisi was stunned for a second, lowered his eyes and said with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work."

Hearing Zhou Yilin's footsteps disappear, he stood up and walked out of the barrel, reached out to pick up the seemingly neat white clothes and black pants on the window frame, dusted them, and put them on himself silently.

During the movement, his fingers seemed to touch something, and Qisi frowned and took out the note from his clothes.

The note was made of the same material as a travel brochure, and there was a very dark ink mark drawn on it with a black pen, the meaning of which was incomprehensible.

There were noisy voices outside the door, it must be Yang Yundong and others coming back.

Qisi half-squinted his eyes, pushed open the door of the woodshed, and looked up to see Yang Yundong, who was carrying a tattooed woman on his back in the middle of the door, and his gloomy face.

On the way back to the house, there was no need for defense anymore, so Yang Yundong took over from Zhao Feng and carried the tattooed girl on his back. He didn't show much fatigue along the way, but there was a trace of obvious sadness in his eyes.

He said in a deep voice: "I can't get in. The door of the ancestral hall is closed. It says it's only open in the morning."

Zhao Feng, who followed behind, nodded, indicating that what the former said was correct.

The tattooed woman's body changes have worsened compared to when she was at the village chief's house. Her legs hang down weakly, hanging softly on Yang Yundong's waist like the tentacles of a mollusk, dripping flesh-colored mucus. .

She was already unconscious, muttering nonsense like "I'm not afraid of you guys" in her mouth, and she didn't know what she had encountered in the deep nightmare.

It was obvious to the naked eye that she was hopeless, but the human species always likes to inflict ineffective and over-rescue on its companions in order to feel at ease.

Even if they knew that the tattooed woman had killed Lu Keliang, who was in the same room with her, no one would laugh at her from head to toe and say "evil will be punished".

Yang Yundong dragged a stool from the dining table to the corner and leaned her body on it.

The package containing the divine meat carried back by Zhang Lizai was placed in the same corner. Yang Yundong used a simple knife to cut a piece of the divine meat and brought it to the tattooed woman's mouth. The latter muttered "I won't eat it" and turned his head to the side with clenched teeth. bite.

Ziss noticed that there was a faint black smoke lingering on the woman's body, which was exactly the same as what he saw on the papyrus in his copy of "Rose Manor".

He blinked, and his vision returned to clarity, and the black smoke disappeared without a trace, just like an illusion.

"The food is ready, come and eat!" Su Po shouted at the top of her voice.

She swayed and brought out vegetarian dishes from the small kitchen next to the woodshed.

The players gathered in silence towards the dining table. After experiencing the twists and turns of the day and witnessing the death of their companions, no one could remain calm.

After everyone sat down, Qisi looked at Su Po and said casually: "Ah Xi seems to want to eat meat. He even ate a piece of meat from my companion this morning...could it be said that you are always hungry? Grandson’s?”

Su Po's face turned ugly.

She looked at the skinny boy next to her, not knowing what she communicated with her eyes. When she raised her eyes again, she was extremely sure: "We, Ah Xi, don't eat meat."

Qisi raised the corners of his mouth and gave a sarcastic smile: "Don't deny it. He doesn't eat meat. What did he do with it?"

"I don't know, it has nothing to do with you." Su Po said in a bad tone, pulling A Xi off the table.

A table of players was left looking at each other.

Qisi touched his chin innocently, feeling slightly disappointed.

The rhetoric has been laid out here, but I didn’t expect the NPC to fall into the trap. It seems that it is not easy to get key information from Su Po.

Facing Yang Yundong's questioning gaze, Qi Siquan pretended not to see it and just put a chopstick of chrysanthemum into his bowl, wrapped it in fragrant rice and ate.

Although this meal is technically made by a dead person, the craftsmanship is so good.

There is no difference between the dead and the living to Chiss, and he is happy to seize the time in the dungeon to improve his food.

After a moment of silence, Zhu Ling came to her senses and explained the clues the three of them had found in the village history museum in a clear and coherent manner, and also mentioned her speculations on the worldview.

There is no doubt that most of the background story and world view have been made clear, leaving only two things that are unclear:

First, what is the purpose of Su's Village accepting tourists played by players?

Second, what does the villager want the player's meat for?

Zhou Yilin whispered hesitantly: "After you left, I found something from the main room. I don't know if it will be useful to you."

She took out a book that looked like an account book from her arms, put it on the table, and opened it gently.

I saw the two characters "Atonement" written in red pen on the title page of the album, with teeth and claws showing, looking extremely ferocious. In the next few pages, each page is filled with densely packed names.

The names on the first few pages all started with the word "Su", most of which had been crossed out with a red pen. Qisi saw the last eleven names.

——is the title given by the eleven players when they introduced themselves.

Among them, Lu Keliang, Wu Heng, Zhu Dafu, and Allen each have a fresh red mark on their names, which was obviously made not long ago.

Zhang Lizai stretched his neck in longing. After seeing his name, his face turned extremely ugly: "That old guy Su Po really has no good intentions. Does he want to kill us all here?"

Chiss didn't respond.

He thought of the previous copy, the photo found in Room 2 on the third floor.

It also marks the player's life and death, and is also full of malice to kill all players.

In the last dungeon, Anne made a deal with God. As long as all the guests stayed in the manor, she could help her sister Anna regain her beauty.

So, what about this copy?

"Only Su Po knows what the specific situation is, but she won't tell us." Yang Yundong exhaled.

He was a little irritated, so he simply stood up, dragged the package wrapped in the sacred meat in the corner to the table, and divided it into small pieces of about the same size with a simple knife.

He placed four pieces of meat in front of everyone, then wrapped the remaining sacred meat and threw it back into the corner.

"If you still need it, take it yourself. Remember, don't eat too much sacred meat. If you eat too much, something will happen." Yang Yundong looked around at everyone, his tone unquestionable, "Tomorrow morning, let's go to the ancestral hall to see it."

No one responded, and everyone's eyes were more or less filled with fatigue.

Zhang Licai muttered in a low voice: "Two more people died today. I'm afraid they will die on my head tomorrow..."

Hearing this, Yang Yundong sighed: "Everyone has also seen the speed of our attrition. I suspect that the guaranteed number of survivors in this dungeon is one. If we don't crack the world view, we will die until only the last person is left to pass the level."

The worst guesses were justified, and whispers were heard at the dinner table.

After a while, players expressed their opinions one after another.

"Listen to Brother Yang!"

"There is only one ancestral hall left, I have to go and see it!"

"Then it's settled!"

Qisi had no intention of participating in the discussion, so he silently collected the divine meat in front of him, picked out a smaller piece from it, stuffed it into his mouth, and swallowed it.

The other players clamored for a while, and they all carefully picked out the sacred meat from their own portions and ate it, as if they were afraid that if they ate slowly, they would encounter the terrible hunger last night again.

Three people died on the first day, and theoretically one or two people got extra divine meat...

Qisi glanced over and saw that the players' expressions were all normal, with no clues at all.

He just smiled casually, said "Let's go first" and got off the table.

He returned to the room and stopped at the desk.

On the title page of the travel brochure placed on the desk, the original four lines of the poem have disappeared and been replaced by new sentences:

[Two people should not sit in the house, and should not be alone in the temple]

[Don’t mourn the newly dead ghosts, why should you weep when your sins have been cancelled]

I'm sorry to make everyone worry about me. Today I went to a big hospital to see an expert doctor to discuss the surgery. The doctor said that the cure rate is very high at my age and the situation is not as bad as imagined. The doctor is very responsible. After learning about my situation, he recommended me to go to a larger and more professional hospital for surgery. He will rush there in the afternoon... I have received all your wishes and cannot reply to them all. I would like to express my gratitude here. ! (The previous chapter was blocked and is applying for unblocking...)