Infinite weird games

Su Po's narration came to an end.

At this point, Ziss finally understood that the precondition that "as long as you know the truth, you can escape the attack of ghosts" is a word game in itself.

The so-called truth, or core rule, is that villagers cannot kill people for meat themselves. Under this rule, as long as there is enough divine meat to survive hunger, the damage that other mechanisms can cause is limited and non-fatal.

Players don't know this, so they will be induced by a series of plots and clues in the dungeon, and out of fear and habitual thinking, they will either make promises to ghosts or secretly kill others.

Without agreeing to the ghost, nothing will happen if you don't give meat, but no one dares to bet on this probability until there is definite information.

What's more, in the eyes of many players, including Zeiss himself, exchanging other people's flesh for important information is a very profitable deal.

The fear of the unknown, the selfish genes engraved in the history of evolution, game thinking and chain of suspicion... The strange game undoubtedly makes people very accurate.

Thinking of this, Qisi felt relieved.

He has always been the only one who induces and deceives others, but this time he was almost misled by a weird game. Why wasn't this an interesting experience?

What's more, the background of the dungeon involves two gods, and it's just that for Yu to go into battle in person. Compared with him, he deserves to be laughed at from beginning to end.

Qisi curled the corners of his lips without leaving a trace, and silently walked towards the shadows at the corner of the courtyard.

Zhao Feng had not found a chance to express himself before, and now he lost Ah Xi in his hand. He hurriedly followed and expressed his opinion: "It seems that the corpse of the evil god is in the west of the village... The group of people in the forum said that the main god will travel between various copies. Let’s go and act as a link between the copies. The Taoist in black is probably the incarnation of the main god.”

Then he saw the young man walking in front stop and turned back to give him an approving smile: "Not bad. Please leave your address and phone number. After the copy is published, I will ask the president for instructions and consider adding you to the guild."

Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, because things were developing so smoothly that it was like a dream that would be shattered if poked.

I think he has always thought highly of himself, but these days he obeyed "Chang Xu"'s words, nodding and bending behind others as a follower, wasn't it just to be able to enter Xi La?

And now, this wish has finally come true...

"Thank you, Brother Chang!" Zhao Feng thanked him repeatedly, not daring to show any elation, because he knew that the closer he was to success, the more cautious he had to be to prevent his success from falling short.

Qisi seemed to be very impressed by his respect, and the smile on his face was a little more pity: "Why do you have to thank me? I also think that you have good qualities in all aspects, and I want to introduce talents to the guild. If you get it in the future, If you appreciate it, I might have to rely on you to guide me.”

Take a lead? It would be nice if I don’t cause any obstacles for you...

Zhao Feng couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he thought about the past, but the respect on his face was even more sincere.

He saw Qiss as if he didn't realize it. He even put his hands on his neck and straightened his collar to show his affection. He only felt it was more ironic, and at the same time, he secretly made up his mind to take revenge when he gets rich. .

However, the next second, he felt a stabbing pain on the back of his neck, and warm liquid splashed out and fell down his back.

His eyes were splitting, and he watched helplessly as the black-haired young man put away the bloody blade in his hand, smiling with crooked eyebrows: "I'm sorry, you are no longer useful. And I found that my tolerance for sloppy people is a bit low... …”

He opened his mouth wide and wanted to curse, but he could only make a "ho ho" sound like a broken bellows pulling.

The memories of the past decades were regurgitated in his mind, including cheating, murder, and arson. He had imagined countless ways to die for himself, but he never thought that he would die so hastily to a helpless young man. In his hand, he died on a small blade...

All the energy in his body drained away quickly, and Zhao Feng fell to the ground softly. He could only stare at the murderer in front of him with dead eyes, trying to embed the latter's appearance in his mind.

"Remember, the name of the person who killed you is Chang Xu. If you want revenge, don't find the wrong person... But if you die in the game, you probably won't have the chance to become a ghost, right? It seems that I can only wish you good luck in the next life."

Qisi calmly put the blame on Chang Xu, who was also the victim. He believed that even in the underworld, the policeman should be very good at fighting and could teach Zhao Feng how to behave.

He watched Zhao Feng's eyes that were almost bursting with fire, waited quietly for him to die, and then bent down to take out the cross-shaped prop from his pocket.

After seeing the note in the item description [This item is bound and cannot be transferred], Qisi threw the cross back to Zhao Feng without interest, then dragged his body to find a place to hide it.

…

The temperature in the ancestral hall was getting lower and lower, and the eerie atmosphere was permeating the air like threads. Zhu Ling also shivered after exploring around.

"Sister Zhu, I'm so scared, let's go quickly..." Zhou Yilin hugged Zhu Ling's arm in time and begged softly.

She seemed to have thought of something and looked at the skeleton and Pu Dao on the ground: "Should we take Brother Yang away?"

Zhu Ling twitched the corners of her eyes and shook her head: "Forget it, let Brother Yang rest in peace. With his sword here, those ghosts don't dare to do anything to his body..."

She was not very sure about the follow-up words, and her voice weakened. But thinking that she didn't have any belongings from the deceased who was greedy for ink, she felt confident again.

Although she had to be involved in this zero-sum game and even indirectly caused Yang Yundong's death, she was not a bad person after all, and she didn't mean to hurt anyone... When she returns to reality, she will remember to burn a few sticks of incense for Yang Yundong.

Zhou Yilin seemed to be completely unaware of Zhu Ling's entanglement, and nodded in a very convinced manner: "Yes, Sister Zhu, let's go back quickly!"

This girl is so timid, I'm afraid she won't live long in this weird game. Zhu Ling sighed in her heart, and there was no clue on her face.

She patted Zhang Licai's shoulder, who was still slumped on the ground and doubting his life, and said "Let's go first", then took Zhou Yilin's hand, walked out of the ancestral hall quickly, and walked towards Su Po's house.

In the ancestral hall, Zhang Licai sat alone in a daze, and after another quarter of an hour, he woke up as if from a dream and looked around.

Seeing that there was no one, he quickly picked up the machete that fell next to Yang Yundong's bones.

[Name: Rusted Pudao]

[Type: Props]

[Effect: Shocking ghosts]

[Note: This is a knife that has killed many people, but its previous owner used it for protection. Even when he was dying, he did not turn the blade towards his own kind. "So he died." A certain evil god felt sorry for this but was not sorry. ]

Zhang Licai glanced at the refreshed prompts and subconsciously touched his smooth bald head: "Brother Yang, rest in peace, I will help you take the relics out of the copy."

He put the Pudao on his back, stood up and walked out of the ancestral hall, and walked back along the way he came.

There were many disturbances along the way, and Zhang Licai scared himself half to death. He looked back and forth, and walked a short distance for a full half an hour.

When he finally returned to Su Po's house, Qi Si had already taken a bath, changed into clean clothes, and walked out of the woodshed with wet hair.

Zhang Licai looked at Qi Si who was combing his hair with his hands, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: the world is going downhill, people's hearts are not as good as before, how can this old man be more particular than a little girl?

Then, he found that something seemed to be missing in the yard.

"Where is Zhao Feng?" Zhang Licai asked.

"He should have returned to his room." Qi Si tucked a few strands of bangs behind his ears and said uncertainly, "He told me that he wanted to go back to the room to rest for a while, so I went to take a shower by myself."

Zhang Licai didn't doubt him and pushed the door of the room.

As soon as the door opened, a strong smell of blood rushed to his face, conveying an unsettling warning.

Zhang Licai didn't react and walked into the room. After seeing the situation inside, he froze in place.

On the ground in the middle of the room, there was a bloodstained wooden barrel. A person with limbs twisted to a degree that a living person couldn't do was curled up in the barrel, with only his head with wide eyes exposed outside, staring at the direction of the door.

It was Zhao Feng!

Zhang Licai yelled and sat down on the ground.

Qi Si walked over after hearing the sound, and seemed to be shocked by Zhao Feng's miserable death. The mask of calmness he had maintained for a long time finally cracked.

He walked forward with a sullen face, pulled a corner of the bed sheet to wrap his hands, and then skillfully dealt with the remains of the corpse.

When the cut under the neck of the corpse was exposed, he took a breath of cold air at the right time: "It's not a ghost, it's a person... Zhao Feng was killed by someone..."

Zhu Ling and Zhou Yilin were also startled by the noise, and walked over with each other's support.

Zhu Ling glanced at the wooden barrel from a distance, and then looked at Qi Si with a sullen face: "You killed Zhao Feng?"

Qi Si sneered: "You are so impatient to throw dirty water on me... I don't know which of you killed him, but don't you think it's ridiculous to tell such a lie?"

The grief in his eyes was extremely real, and his words were even more gritted. Zhu Ling was slightly distracted, and for a moment she doubted her judgment.

But she soon realized the danger, and quickly winked at Zhou Yilin beside her, saying sternly: "I have been with Yilin all the time, how could I have the opportunity to kill someone?"

Zhou Yilin seemed to be unable to see her hint, and she trembled all over, lowered her head and stared at a spot on the ground, pursed her lips and said nothing.

When the atmosphere was stagnant, Su Po stood at the dining table and shouted inappropriately: "The meal is ready, come and eat!"

Having just witnessed the murder scene, no one except Qi Si was in the mood to eat. But the players still sat at the table in silence and ate in silence.

He stuffed himself a few mouthfuls randomly, pinched his nose and stuffed the divine meat into his mouth, and the remaining four people left the table one after another.

After returning to the room, Qi Si crouched in the corner and spit out the divine meat he had just put into his mouth with an expressionless face.

…

On the other side, Zhang Licai stood at the door of his room in a daze.

After being Zhao Feng's roommate for two days, although he condemned Zhao Feng's killing of Yang Yundong out of moral concepts, he did not intend to tear his face.

Just now, on the way, he was still simulating what kind of attitude would be best to deal with Zhao Feng.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng died directly, and his death was inexplicable.

Zhang Licai did not feel any pleasure of "evil will be punished", on the contrary, he felt a chill on his back, as if there was a sword of Damocles hanging over his head, ready to fall at any time.

While he was lost in thought, he heard Qi Si's voice behind him: "Your room can't be lived in anymore, go to my room."

Zhang Licai's first reaction was that he didn't believe that the murderer was Qi Si, after all, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Zhao Feng only followed Qi Si's lead.

What good would killing Zhao Feng do to Qi Si?

He didn't think too much about it and nodded immediately.

He didn't want to stay in the room where someone had died for a moment.

Qisi led the way, stood in front of the door, let Zhang Lizai in, and then crossed the threshold himself and bolted the door.

Hearing the sound of the lock being locked, Zhang Licai's heart skipped a beat, and he turned around hurriedly, only to see Qisi leaning against the door with an indifferent expression, and said leisurely: "I killed Zhao Feng."

"ah?"

The murderer just exposed himself, what's the fuss about?

According to common sense, if we get to this point, will we kill him and silence him next?

Zhang Licai's mind went blank, his legs went limp and he fell beside the bed: "You...I...I don't know anything!"

Qisi had no intention of hiding the fact that anyone with a discerning eye could see. The previous poor performance was just a maze set up for Zhu Ling alone at Zhou Yilin's request.

Looking at Zhang Lizai who was about to faint, he smiled reassuringly: "What are you thinking about? If I really wanted to kill you, you would be a corpse now."

Zhang Lizai swallowed, his legs still shaking: "You...what are your orders?"

Qiss patted him on the shoulder and sighed: "Don't be so afraid. In fact, you and I have no direct conflict of interest. I just want to sit down and talk with you and talk about the facts and interests."

"Zhu Ling wanted to harm Yang Yundong and ordered Zhou Yilin to modify his clues; Zhou Yilin and Zhu Ling had a personal vendetta, and they were trying to find ways to counterattack; I am an egoist, and I can kill everyone without hesitation in order to obtain the maximum benefit. "

"Once a dispute breaks out, no one can stay out of the whirlpool. And you should have seen that Elinda Zhou and I have cooperated and plan to work together to deal with Zhu Ling. I am very curious about which side you will choose to join."

Zhang Licai's fat face was as white as a swollen steamed bun, not only because of Qisi's shocking words.

He is not completely unaware of the undercurrents under the surface of peace, but he has always been accustomed to pretending to be stupid, being a good old man who is at peace with each other, and then following the winner when the outcome is clear.

But now, he has to step aside and take sides, and can no longer sit back and watch...

The advantages of Qisi and Zhou Yilin are obvious, but what if? Why can't he continue to act stupid and pass the level without knowing it?

Qisi saw Zhang Licai's hesitation, smiled and took out the blade from his bracelet and stuffed it into the palm of the latter's right hand: "Of course, you can also try to kill me. In this way, Zhou Yilin and Zhu Ling's power will be equal. You It will become the last piece of weight to dominate the situation.”

He grabbed Zhang Licai's right hand and put it on his neck, and followed the temptation: "Just slide down, blood will spray, and you will transform from a chess piece subject to others' manipulation to the king who decides the victory. Whoever you choose will win. "

Zhang Licai's breathing became rapid, his right hand trembled slightly, and the blade drew a bloody mark on the young man's fair neck.

The bright red blood beads carefully penetrated into the shirt, spreading out the light pink clouds, adding a bit of evil.

The black-haired young man suddenly lowered his eyes and chuckled: "Unfortunately, I already have a clue to the answer to this dungeon. If I die in the middle, I will..."

He stopped talking, and Zhang Lizai asked: "What will happen?"

"It's nothing." Qisi raised the corners of his lips and smiled maliciously. "If I really want to die, I will destroy the key clues before I die. At that time, no one can use the standard route to pass the level. "

Today's task is completed. I can't do it anymore. I have to lie down for a while. I'm a little feverish after the surgery and I feel dizzy...