dead me, join the horror game

What if some brain is pumped and hits the face of Lord Quanshen with rotten eggs and tomatoes?

But if the High Priest insists on taking the lead in doing this, then he has nothing to do...

"what are you worried about?"

"Don't forget, that's just a harmless stone statue." As if seeing through the worry in the man's heart, Yu Shui Mo looked at him and said, "It doesn't matter where it is, what matters is where we want it to be."

"I understand, let's do it now." After the stone in his heart fell, the organizer of the sacrificial place also made up his mind to do this. After all, the spring god can't dismiss him, but the high priest can, so who does he listen to? Do you even need to think about it?

If Quanshen Quanxia knows, please don't blame me, this is all done by the high priest!

Zuo Tong on the side also listened to the whole process of the exchange between the two parties, and couldn't help being greatly shocked. She imagined that Zhongyu Shuimo's respect for the statue of the spring god never happened, and even proposed the magical idea of ​​taking the spring god to the street.

Now she is a little curious whether the spring god will come to watch her ceremony in person.

If it really likes to join in the fun, then it can be said that it will definitely come, but I don't know in what capacity it will be there.

If possible, Zuo Tong wanted to find that guy directly and ask him why he kicked her out of the game.

"Boom!"

There was a dull sound of metal collisions in the ancestral hall. A bronze statue that looked exactly like SpongeBob SquarePants was put on a cart and drove out of the ancestral hall surrounded by several villagers. left pupil.

When she regained her composure, her first reaction was to take out her phone from her bosom, took several photos of the sponge-like bronze statue, and then forwarded it to the chat group, causing an uproar in an instant. .

[Melville:? 】

[Ye Bingwen:? 】

[Manan Will:? 】

[Qiu Dong:? 】

【Kuyuanji Risa:? 】

Even Kuonji Risha couldn't bear the temptation of "+1", which shows how much trauma this scene has caused to the players' hearts.

[Xiao Cong is so cute: As you can see, this is the sculpture of the God of Spring]

【Melville: Here, you spring gods look a bit unique】

[Manan Will: It looks very familiar, I always feel like I have seen it somewhere before]

After seeing the question marks sent by the players, Zuo Tong was so embarrassed that he didn't know what to say.

The image of this thing is really unique, and I don't know how the villagers of Yuquan Village came up with it, it can't be that the God of Spring really looks like this?

"Xiao Cong, it's about to start. It's time for us to go." Yu Shuimo patted Zuo Tong's shoulder, and then walked away from the ancestral hall to follow the villagers pushing the bronze statue cart.

"Yeah." The girl answered while looking at the phone. She was going to send a message to the players to tell them that she was going to go there before leaving.

But the moment Yu Shui Mo stepped over the threshold of the ancestral hall, the back of Zuo Tong's neck suddenly felt cold, and something behind him seemed to open his eyes and stare at her.

what?

Zuo Tong shivered, and immediately turned her head to look for the source of her gaze, but she saw nothing. The lights in the ancestral hall were still brightly lit, and there was no change except for the sculpture of the spring god that had been removed.

As for the possibility of delusions... how come there are so many illusions in the game world, there must be something weird in it, but she is going to the ceremony now, and she has no time to troubleshoot it.

Could it be the spring god?

Zuo Tong scanned the surrounding vigilantly, slowly exited the ancestral hall, then turned around and followed Yu Shuimo who was walking in front.

It doesn't matter whether that guy is the spring god or not, as long as it has appeared here, she can tell Melville the news of the abnormality here at night in exchange for the information she wants to know.

……

The news that the ceremony was changed to the stage area quickly spread, and it reached the ears of every tourist in less than 10 minutes——the organizer of the festival used a publicity loudspeaker to repeatedly broadcast the location change news.

The reason for the location change is simple: too many people.

The number of people who can enter the ancestral hall is limited. If the exhibition is opened, the ancestral hall is likely to be full. In order to consider the feelings of the spring god, it was finally moved to the stage area.

But if we only rely on loudspeakers to promote, some places cannot be taken care of, such as the closed haunted house area.

In order to ensure the horror effect, the houses here are not equipped with loudspeakers - well, in fact, the owner of the haunted house did not intend to install these things at all, and he has always been able to save such unnecessary expenses.

If possible, he also wants to save the wages of the employees. After all, he owns the haunted houses here, and no one will say anything about him even if he falsifies the price.

But when he thought about it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing to save on the wages of these employees, and he had deducted all that could be deducted.

If the money is not deducted, it means that the employee has made a small profit. Where does the employee's money come from, him!

Wouldn't he lose money then?

This is not possible, they have to work overtime without pay for a few days to make up for his loss.

But now is not the time to pay attention to these things. The tourists queuing outside have already gone to the stage area, but the people inside the haunted house don't know about it. He has to let the people playing in the haunted house also receive the news of the location change.

Thinking of this, the owner of the haunted house took out his mobile phone and clicked into Daqun, quickly edited a message and sent it over.

[Generous and good people: @all members, everyone, pay attention, and pass the following message to the tourists you see]

【Generous people: (picture jpg)】

Alright, I've been notified this time, and it's none of his business if anyone doesn't hear it.

Slip away, he is going to watch the festival too.

The owner of the haunted house put his mobile phone in his pocket, got up happily and rushed to the stage area.

It is conceivable that the stage area is almost occupied by tourists. Even if some tourists recognized him as the kind-hearted haunted house owner, no one planned to make way for him. In a fit of anger, he walked around the stage and came to the back, intending to pass The relationship has gained a front position.

But to the surprise of the owner of the haunted house, he saw a group of familiar figures as soon as he came to the back of the stage, which instantly made him widen his eyes: "Wait a minute, why are you here?"

Zuo Tong and the players, who were talking and laughing happily, turned their heads when they heard the sudden and familiar voice, and met the eyes of the bewildered owner of the haunted house.

"Oh, I see, you are also here through the back door." Before everyone could open their mouths, the owner of the haunted house had a face that you understand, and said with confidence: "Come, don't be disgusted, take me with you."

Left pupil: "?"

In a sense, he was not wrong. The players did intend to rely on her identity to get a front row position, but after the position change, they could directly occupy the front row position—that was reserved for internal personnel.

"What's the matter?" Seeing the strange eyes of everyone, the owner of the haunted house asked with a puzzled face, "Do you have to queue up now through the back door?"

Could it be that he hasn't come out for a long time and is out of touch with society?

I don't understand...

"Uh, the high priest is inside, if you have something urgent, you can talk to her."

The guarding staff couldn't stand it any longer, stepped forward and said to the owner of the haunted house, "May I ask who you are?"

"Ah?" The owner of the haunted house twitched his eyebrows, coughed twice and said, "I'm an investor in the sacrificial field, please take me in, I have something to discuss with the high priest."

After being deliberately reminded, he also realized his mistake in using words, and quickly changed his words to correct it.

This time everything went smoothly. The owner of the haunted house, led by the staff, entered the small room on the side. Before leaving, he greeted the players not far away.

"This guy..." Ye Bingwen didn't know what to say. After being interrupted by this guy, everyone obviously lost interest in continuing the chat.

After some communication with the girl just now, they got a general idea of ​​the content of today's festival. How should I put it...it's very ordinary, and there's nothing wrong with it at all.

The program list is full of traditional performances such as inviting gods, puppet shows, playing bone dragons, Nuo dances, etc. Is there any hint in it?

"Crack——" the door of the hut was pushed open again, the owner of the haunted house came out sadly, and walked towards the stage with a depressed face. Just when everyone was wondering, Yu Shuimo also walked out of the room, There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had seen something funny.

"What's wrong with him?" Zuo Tong couldn't help asking curiously, "Why is he so sad?"

Why did the owner of the haunted house still smile when he went in, but sad when he came out? Could it be that he wanted to leave the relationship and was rejected?

"Oh, him." Hearing this, Yu Shuimo glanced at the owner of the haunted house who had gone away, and said slowly: "He wanted to be a white wolf, but I refused, and finally asked him to pay a small amount of money."

"It's not too much. With his ability, he can earn it back in about a week." She turned to look at the players on the side and continued: "By the way, when do you plan to go there? After a while this road will be sealed."

The only way from the back of the stage to the front of the auditorium is below the stage. As long as you pass through here, you can reach your destination at the fastest speed. After hearing Yu Shuimo's urging, everyone no longer stopped. They followed the pace of the owner of the haunted house and walked into the passage under the stage.

"Xiao Cong, this is the new key for our house." Just as Zuo Tong was about to leave, Yu Shuimo suddenly stopped her and handed her a silver key. Protect your home, but don’t let your guard down, call me if you are in danger.”

"And remember what I said, don't go out in red at night."

"Hmm." Zuo Tong nodded repeatedly after taking the key, she is not a fool, how could she do such a deadly thing - if she really did that, it would definitely mess things up.

"Okay, then you can go too."

……

The structure of the stage area is very simple. If you have to say it, it is a big stage. It is no problem to accommodate hundreds of people to perform at the same time. In contrast, the number of auditorium seats is quite large. If there is a riot, the consequences will be severe. would be terrible.

Sitting in the front row of the auditorium, Ye Bingwen looked back anxiously. Although he never saw anyone maintaining order, all kinds of tourists could find their positions accurately.

Obviously there are no tickets, how did they do it so consciously?

Looking around, the thousands of people are orderly. Even without the guidance of the staff, they can still fill up the seats in order, talking and laughing, but there is a bit of weirdness in this ordinary.

"Uh, do you think..." Ye Bingwen swallowed, gradually turned his eyes back and told others what he found.

Of course, he didn't say it explicitly, and the words he used can be said to be quite euphemistic: "...are these people a bit programmed?"

As if it had been arranged in advance, no one would worry about which seat to choose, and no one caused any conflicts because of the seat. They seemed to have their own predetermined goals, and they went straight to the goal, and they were like anchors. stuck in his seat.

"Robots?" This was Manan Weil's first thought. These tourists were very similar to those robots who had been programmed to a certain degree.

Not real.

After Ye Bingwen's reminder, everyone noticed something was wrong, and immediately raised their hearts.

Although everything else seems normal, if you listen to their conversation carefully, you will feel creepy. The same chat content was mentioned successively in the mouths of other people nearby, like a large-scale repeater party.

"Should we stay here?" Qiu Dong was also a little nervous. He looked around trying to find a way to leave, but the bad thing was that they were in front of the stage. If there was danger, the only way to leave was This path below the stage.

Either climb onto this big stage and escape from it, but in doing so don't know what might happen.

It is a good tradition for players to make an escape plan first when they come to a new place. Not only him, but other people have also discovered this problem. When they come to the front of the stage, they can indeed clearly see the performance on the stage, but it is not so easy to escape. easy.

"It would be more suspicious to leave now." Melville who was sitting quietly at the side glanced at Qiu Dong and said, "Do you believe that as long as you have the intention to stand up and leave, these people will push you back?"

"Uh..." Qiu Dong was silent. What the other party said was correct. These guys' enthusiasm for the festival is engraved in their genes. If they see disrespectful behavior towards the festival, they don't know what will happen. .

wait...

His gaze was on Zuo Tong, who was happily swiping his phone while sitting on the seat, and his eyebrows twitched.

How should I put it, she seems to be an exception, their conclusions don't apply to this young girl, she doesn't seem to care much about the festival, but that's fine, what's more, she also took the lead in blasphemy, in the group chat Said that Quanshen is a narrow-minded coward, so scared that they almost thought she was here to blow up the group on purpose.

Fortunately, Quanshen is not the kind of terrifying evil god who can cast his eyes upon hearing his name, otherwise the matter would be a big mess.

Is this guy really the high priest's daughter?

If Yu Shuimo hadn't personally testified, Qiu Dong would never have believed that this guy would become the next priest, he looked like a child who hadn't grown up yet.

But what can be guaranteed is that this girl is a real NPC, not some "robot" used to make up the number, but I don't know who these tourists are under the control of, and whether they are directly under the jurisdiction of the spring god.

If so many "people" rushed up to attack them, they would be completely helpless. This kind of weirdness hiding behind the scenes is the most difficult to deal with.

"Crack-"

Just when several people had different thoughts and didn't know what they were thinking, the curtain on the stage was suddenly pulled open, and a bronze statue of "SpongeBob SquarePants" tightly tied up with red rope was surrounded by twelve people dressed in white linen. The masked villagers pushed the cart to the center of the stage, and with a bang, the statue of the spring god fell to the ground safely.

"Boom!"

At the same time, the noisy atmosphere in the audience disappeared instantly, and the air fell into dead silence.

After hearing the loud noise, Zuo Tong also raised his head, and after seeing that nothing happened to her, he continued to dig into his phone.

If this guy is not a spring god, then she doesn't care.

It would be even better if this guy was the deity of the spring god. Zuo Tong was looking for the deity. If it couldn't come out, it would be difficult for her.

Unlike the girl's calm expression, the players beside her didn't even dare to vent their anger. When they saw the face of this spring god statue, they were deeply shocked.

Of course, it is not because the face of this bronze statue is so scary, but because it gives people a strong sense of sight. The big swollen eyes, the big mouth that is almost reaching the sky, and the slender nose, if If you read correctly, this thing should be SpongeBob SquarePants, right?

and many more!

With sharp eyes, Qiu Dong saw the point at a glance.

On the left heart of this bronze statue is engraved a line of big characters: [Impression of Spring God: Elaborately produced by Horror Sculpture Team]

Grass, this is something left by the previous player!

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ps: 9k has been repaid.

The ban is over, and we start to enter the main line.

The status of the first two chapters was wrong and the writing was biased. I would like to say sorry to everyone.