In the weird second dimension of killing gods

However, through these dusty historical traces, one can still clearly identify the three vigorous and powerful characters written in Slender Gold on the plaque:

"Chi'an Posthouse".

A voice that seemed to be trying to make fun of suffering rang in my ears.

The sound sounded like a painful whimper, but also like a joyful laugh.

【All living things are suffering, play the world】

[The living arrive, the dead arrive]

[The bearer of the order has arrived! ]

With a loud shout, Huo Xia found that a token appeared in his hand at some point.

So does everyone else.

The token is five inches and five points long, two inches and four points wide, and five points thick. It is unknown what material it is made of. It seems to be ivory, peach wood, or bronze.

On one side is written "生" and on the other side are numbers.

Huoxia's token reads "Seventy-five".

The number "Twenty-one" was written on Longzhutao's token.

Huo Xia gently touched the token, and saw the text on it change, as if it turned into strange symbols, and there was a strange comment.

【Outstanding talents with outstanding abilities】

When everyone present was confused, the content on the token changed again. It was an extremely complicated rule.

[The game is "Horse Chess", with 21 living people and 21 dead people. ]

[The person with the best luck among the living and the dead is the one who rolls the dice, and the remaining twenty people are the horses. The horses start from "Chi'an Post" and end at "Shangcheng Bureau".]

[Players need to pay 10 pieces of paper as currency, half of which is put into the spirit basin, and the other half is left in the hands of the dice thrower. The entire game is based on paper as currency. ]

[The difficulty of this game is "Life is Hard", and you will not die before the end of the game. 】

[After the game starts, the dice shooters take turns to roll the dice. After rolling the dice, they first determine the corresponding rewards and penalties, and then execute the dismounting or marching of the horses. The player who gets all his horses to the finish line first wins.]

[When the horses reach one place, they can be stacked up, so that the horses move together. ]

[When the horses of the living and the dead are on the same grid, only one of the horses must be left standing on the grid. The winner keeps all the horses, and the loser's horses will fall back to Chi'an Station.]

【Those who do not follow the prescribed route will be trapped in the fog, and will return to the original place if they go back. 】

【…】

[Losing all your money, having all 20 horses run away at the same time, or losing the ability to roll the dice are all considered defeats. ]

The detailed rules follow.

Huo Xia was still digesting these rules when ten extremely eye-catching people in the distance started to talk in "Chinese".

The Taoist said: "It seems that this journey of suffering is not very difficult. As spiritual practitioners, we can probably handle it easily."

"Don't be careless." The monk put his hands together and said, "The Heavenly Master said that the reason why Kuyou appeared is that Tiangang was corrupted, and the righteous gods were possessed by demons, trying to become unrighteous gods. If the Kuyou we are in is not a bait for unrighteous gods to doubt the way of heaven, then we will encounter great terror!"

A very young nun who looked like a college student curled her lips.

"What gods? That old man even said there are higher powers out there, and there are parallel worlds! The last time an unrighteous god fell to the ground was a thousand years ago. If you believe him, you might as well believe that I am Qin Shi Huang!"

The Taoist priest smiled bitterly and wanted to say something, but a strange voice sounded in his ears.

"Female Qin Shi Huang, may I ask what the situation is?" Huo Xia suddenly asked in Chinese.

The nun was stunned at first, then exclaimed: "You can speak Chinese!!"

The Taoist priest was also a little surprised.

Huo Xia shrugged and explained, "I am a Chinese living in Japan, so I can naturally understand Chinese."

The Taoist priest, who was in his twenties and had his hairpin inserted crookedly, nodded slightly and said, "So you are a compatriot from overseas. I am so disrespectful. I am Li Leshan, may I know your name?"

"My name is Huo Xia, and I currently take my adoptive mother's surname Nagasaki." Huo Xia said.

Li Leshan nodded slightly and said hurriedly: "We don't have much time. The game will officially start soon. We can talk about the details after we go out. This is my INS number."

Huo Xia took out his cell phone and wanted to write it down.

The phone doesn't seem to be working...

This can be seen from the nerd who keeps yelling at his phone from a distance.

It's not a big problem. Huo Xia has a good memory.

Li Leshan wanted to say something, but suddenly he heard the familiar voice of finding joy in misery.

[Dice Roller Selected]

As soon as the words were spoken, the monk who had just spoken stepped out, his face full of confidence.

"I have been chanting the blessing spell since just now. Now I am having the best luck. I guess it is because I am the one throwing the dice."

Hearing this, the nun sneered: "Master Tiezhu is really confident. Last time he said he was a stock god, but in the end all the money he invested was swept away by scallops."

Master Tiezhu's face turned dark and he wanted to refute in anger.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise rang in my ears.

Long Zhutao and other Japanese people were all looking towards where Huo Xia was.

Huoxia's body floated up and flew towards the sky. During the whole process, Huoxia became bigger and bigger. In the blink of an eye, he was as big as Mount Tai.

The people in Chi'an Posthouse were as small as ants.

Longzhu Tao was shocked: "Xiaohuo has grown bigger!?"

The girl on crutches who had been observing with interest said slowly, "No! We have become smaller!"

Huo Xia stared at the strange chessboard in front of him in astonishment.

The chessboard is like a magnificent miniature world, with dimensions of more than half a meter in length and width. It is carved with intricate and intricate straight passages, like the longitude and latitude of a microscopic city, dotted with exquisite architectural models. No matter whether it is the buildings with flying eaves or the small and exquisite courtyards, they are all lifelike, showing the ingenuity of the craftsmen.

The people who had been standing shoulder to shoulder with him, chatting and laughing, now stood on the chessboard like insignificant ants.

At this time, Huo Xia was sitting on a stone bench that had been worn down by the years and was full of traces of vicissitudes, in a quaint and elegant pavilion.

Outside the pavilion, there was endless darkness.

Opposite him, a beautiful woman with outstanding temperament came into his sight.

The woman was wearing a plain and elegant skirt with her skirt dancing lightly, like a vivid and three-dimensional painting of a lady. The ancient and quaint atmosphere filled her face, making her feel as if she had traveled through time and space and returned to a quiet night in ancient times.

The woman smiled as beautiful as a flower, her eyes sparkled, and she opened her lips gently, making a sound like the gurgling of a spring.

"My maiden name is 'Xing Xian'er', may I know your name, sir?"

This question, like the lingering sound of a piano, lingering in the night sky.

Huo Xia widened his eyes and did not answer, because besides Xing Xian'er's voice, there was the unforgettable sound of finding joy in suffering.

[The dice thrower needs to abide by two rules respectively, and will be punished if he violates the rules. 】

You need to follow two rules:

1. Do not make loud noises, or your flesh and blood will be eaten.

Second, you cannot move the chess pieces without permission. If you violate this rule, you will lose an organ at random. 】

[The severity of the punishment depends on the severity of the dice thrower's violation.]

Is the numerical planning of Chapter 3 okay?

In Chi'an Posthouse, Long Zhutao looked at Huo Xia, who was as big as a mountain, and her expression changed slightly. She now understood the situation.

It seemed that Huo Xia and he were involved in a strange game.

Li Leshan looked across from Huo Xia, the person who was playing chess with them.

Xing Xian'er's voice sounded again, echoing in everyone's ears.

"Why didn't you reply, sir? Could it be that one of the restrictions you're under is 'not allowed to talk'?"

Huo Xia's mouth twitched slightly, and after thinking for a moment, he replied in a low voice: "No, no, I am just moved by your charm. Would you like to have a candlelight chat with me at night and sleep with me?"

Talking quietly shouldn't be considered making loud noises, right?

As soon as he said this, Huo Xia felt a pain in his calf, as if a wild beast had bitten off a piece of flesh.

The donated blood instantly wet my trouser legs and flowed onto the ground.

Seeing this scene, Xing Xian'er giggled.

Huo Xia's face turned pale.

It seems that I can't speak anymore.

The sound of the game sounded once.

【Post a message! 】

Whether it was Huo Xia, Xing Xian'er who were sitting opposite each other or the people on the chessboard, spots of light appeared on their bodies, like small pieces of talisman paper emerging from them and flying into the small basin on the stone table.

Huo Xia looked at his token and the number on it changed from "seventy-five" to "seventy".

The numbers on everyone's token decreased by five.

Afterwards, one hundred talisman papers flew out from the spirit basin, and half of them fell on the table in front of Huo Xia and Xing Xian'er.

Long Zhutao in Chi'an Post Station quickly asked Li Leshan beside him: "What was that flying out?"

Li Leshan was surprised and said, "You also know Chinese."

"I can speak English and French." Long Zhutao repeated, "What was that thing that just flew out of us?"

Li Leshan explained: "That is a post, a part of the destiny."

He did not answer in Chinese, but said this in Japanese.

Everyone present couldn't help but look at Li Leshan.

The unshaven Taoist priest was not afraid to explain, "There is a number on the life and death order you hold, and that number is the size of your fate."

"It can also be called 'force of destiny'."

"Most ordinary people, members of the vast masses, those insignificant people in the long river of history, have a fate of less than ten chapters."

“Those who are born rich, gifted, and lucky can have a destiny of double digits, and only those who can leave their names in history can have a destiny of hundreds.”

"Great emperors like Genghis Khan, Alexander, and Emperor Taizong of Tang could have a fate of nine hundred or even more than one thousand."

"Most of those with a fate of more than one thousand are psychics with cursed power."

As he spoke, Li Leshan showed everyone the number on his life and death order.

Two hundred and twenty-six thousand seven hundred and thirteen.

Seeing this outrageous number, the otaku with glasses shouted, "Your number is too fake! You just said that Alexander's fate is only 900, how can your fate be more than 200,000!?"

Li Leshan put away the life and death order, glanced at the otaku with glasses, and said, "These high school students, what is your name?"

"Aki Tomoya."

"The same is true for An Yilun." Li Leshan patiently explained: "Spiritual practitioners, or people with psychic abilities, are extraordinary people. The difference between their fate and that of ordinary people is so huge."

"It's easy for a spiritual practitioner of my level to raise a tsunami, call down a raging fire, and curse the entire city."

"It's not an exaggeration to say that it's the difference between immortals and mortals."

"If the way of heaven is normal, spiritual cultivation like us shouldn't exist, but we appear anyway, so there is something wrong with the way of heaven. As for the people like Alexander you mentioned..."

Li Leshan paused for a moment before saying, "If they don't have spell power, their fate will never exceed one thousand. But as far as I know, Emperor Taizong of Tang is a master with a record in the history of spiritual cultivation, so I can't give you an exact number."

Amano pushed his glasses and complained, "This setting is too unbalanced. My fate is only seven. Am I just an ordinary otaku?"

"You only have seven horoscopes~" The nun suddenly stretched out her tone, "Then you better be careful. Although the level of this game is only life and suffering, you won't die in the game, but you are missing five horoscopes. Your weak horoscope may cause you to be hit by a car and die after the game is over~"

Amano was frightened to the point of being pale, but he still smiled and said, "It's okay. According to the agreed plot, I will kill everyone in the game, escape danger, and then meet beautiful girls with various attributes, and then embark on a road of friendship, hard work, and passion!"