Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

Qin Shang rolled his eyes and showed some pride.

Young Master Yin was still holding a grudge because he had asked him to play the role of Zhang Xiaofang's boyfriend, which resulted in his "father-in-law" making him a cripple.

However, Qin Shang has always been puzzled. Doesn’t Master Yin have props for the "doctor" profession?

One shot of [treatment] can relieve all your worries!

Why use a cane and sit in a wheelchair?

"I'll be right out..."

After calming down, I replied to the message.

Qin Shang summoned the little ghost baby back to the inventory and wanted to take the elevator directly to the rooftop.

As a result, the paper man not far away became anxious when he saw this, and ran to Qin Shang with his eyes covered.

Qin Shang;???

What does this thing mean?

"Stay the fuck away from me, you stink of urine."

Qin Shang distanced himself and then frowned.

He doesn't have the ability to communicate with ghosts, let alone abstract things like paper figures.

How can two people communicate if they are not creatures from the same dimension?

After thinking about it, Qin Shang decided to get Shen Xiuxiu out.

However, Shen Xiuxiu was helpless with the paper figurine and waved her hands to show that she could not help.

"You idiot, you can't understand what it means no matter how hard you try!"

Qin Shang;...

[Clairvoyance] seems to be a skill for players of the priest profession. I heard that it can communicate with some strange things.

But Qin Shang is not without a solution.

He thought about it, and suddenly took out the 'Great Detective Pipe'. This artifact has three skills in total.

The [overlooking] of the teacher profession, the [judgment] of the priest profession, and the [deduction] of the former abandoned case detective professional player on the Shenlu server!

"Try to [look down], if [look down] doesn't work, then I'm out of options..."

"I don't know if this paper figurine has any psychological activities!"

The next second, Qin Shang lit up the 'Great Detective Pipe' and took two puffs.

The pungent smell of dry tobacco instantly rushed into my nostrils.

He coughed violently twice, then looked at the dark red paper figure again.

"Take me away, please."

Qin Shang;???

This paper figure even has a fucking Tianjin accent?

No, how can I take it away?

"[Trade] can form rules. Once a transaction is established, if the set price is not met, you can choose to forcibly turn other people's props into your own props, and make the weird NPC in the copy become your own."

A hoarse voice suddenly sounded from within his arms.

It was the voice and timbre of the 'King of Thunder' who liked to imitate Batman and spoke in a low voice.

But Qin Shang narrowed his eyes when he heard this, and immediately took out the prophecy pen from his arms, staring at the broken pen for a long time.

"To be honest, I often suspect that your self-awareness is very subjective, including the audio content you usually play. Are you really a living thing?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the recorder in his hand was immersed in the sound for two or three seconds, and then immediately burst into a panicked sound.

"Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!"

"It is impossible for the Divine Path Tool to form a higher level of civilization consciousness!"

"You made up this recording, didn't you?"

Qin Shang's face turned dark.

Do you think I'm a three-year-old?

The operation of the recorder is simply a case of trying to cover up one's own guilt.

It's starting to become a question and answer!

He always felt that this broken pen was playing tricks on him, especially when the prophecy pen in his hand was shaking.

The volume is much louder than the normal volume of recordings.

"When I first got this stupid prop of yours, you fooled me and was about to die at the hands of the "shadow". I have reason to doubt whether some of the audio you played was your original creation."

"No, that's not right. He should be the King of Thunder..."

Qin Shang;???

This audio sounded as if I had just left [Changteng Ghost School] and was standing on the viaduct thinking about who the person in Note 1 of Jiang Qiqi's old Apple phone was!

"You even fucking recorded me!?"

Qin Shang's mouth twitched. This broken pen...

Ding!

Just then, his cell phone vibrated again.

A cold and expressionless person who never jokes; if you keep pretending to be dead, I will send you to the crematorium, otherwise I can't explain to the driver how a person with no heartbeat can wet his pants. The driver of your taxi has already called 120, and it will be troublesome again. If you don't get up, I will send you to the crematorium.

At this moment, Qin Shang received another message from Yin Shisan on his phone.

When Qin Shang saw this message, his eyes caught a line of key information and his expression froze.

It's bad, my innocence is going to be ruined...

"coming……"

The next second, he forced a bitter smile and started a new [Transaction] with the paper man.

[Transaction; Become my tool, price; Destruction]

It’s still more fun in dreams. In dreams, I can do whatever I want and even set transaction prices at random.

Qin Shang clicked his tongue. The joy of getting an item of at least rank three or above diluted some of his inner embarrassment.

In his heart, he was still somewhat unsatisfied with this Rule Realm Experience Card.

In fact, under normal circumstances, the [Transaction] of a professional fraudster player is a serious rule-based skill.

But there are many restrictions on its use.

In addition to the absoluteness of the transaction, the cost of the transaction can be transferred, avoided, or circumvented in other ways.

Moreover, it is not only the initiator who can set the transaction price. The initiated party can also set the "price" that the initiator needs to pay after the transaction is completed.

Another point is that the [Transaction] price cannot be set arbitrarily, it must be based on the abilities of the players.

For example, if Qin Shang has an item that has the ability to make the target "disappear" or "seal", then he can set the transaction price to be the price of "disappearance" or "seal" if the traded party fails to complete the [transaction].

Similarly, this is why in the Ghost Infant Spirit's skill [Bewitching], there is a special note that cooperating with the Fraudster professional player in the transaction can produce unexpected results.

is not that right?

【Bewitched】After that, the other party will have absolute trust in you.

In addition, people don’t even know how to set up [Transaction], so the person who initiates the transaction will be hit back by the trading party.

[Congratulations, you have obtained the item 'Paper Figure Daughter of Old Zhang']

[Introduction: Old Zhang actually has no daughter. His daughter accidentally drowned in a basin of water when she was three years old because of his negligence in taking care of the child. He has been insisting on adding eyes to paper figures for ten years, hoping to make a lifelike paper figure. According to folk feudal superstition, he hopes to bring his daughter's soul back.]

[It is said that if you can point out a soul's eye, the paper figurine can bring back the person you are thinking of. Unfortunately, because Old Zhang destroyed the custom of Tanquan Village, this matter gradually spread. Many customers who originally came to buy paper figurines because of its reputation felt that this matter was very strange and revealed bad luck after seeing that there was such a freak in Tanquan Village who could point out the eyes of paper figurines.]

[In addition, in order to maintain his daily expenses, Old Zhang also sells paper figurines. This is the craft that the entire Qinquan Village relies on for survival. Customers are worried that if the paper figurines they buy are mixed with those paper figurines with eyes made by Old Zhang, it will be unlucky. What if they accidentally bring back the dead? ]

[As a result, the reputation of Qinquan Village plummeted. The villagers saw that no one could make money, and the angry young people began to target Old Zhang, blinding the old man's eyes so that he could no longer draw paper figures.]

[Note: The paper figure is not looking for eyes for itself, but for its father, Old Zhang, so that he can continue to draw paper figures to guide his daughter’s soul.]

[Skills: Focus, Chase]

[Point the target; lock the target and replace the opponent's sight for one minute. Within one minute, the opponent will lose his eyesight.]

[Chase; after the paper figure finishes dotting its eyes, it will chase the targeted target]

[Cost; This item is not produced in the God Road copy, so there is no item cost]

After reading the introduction of this prop, Qin Shang widened his eyes and suddenly had the urge to raise his hand and slap himself in the face.

Especially when he saw the paper man in such a miserable state and emitting the smell of urine, he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

"I deserve to die!"

Friend, are you going to kill me?

Even though Qin Shang had already guessed the copy where the paper man was born, since 0444 was a "contaminated copy" there would definitely be a reversal in the main storyline, but Qin Shang did not expect that the final truth would be like this.

At this moment, the classic words of the Mother Goddess came to his mind again.

"The game of the gods is the fire of human karma"

Behind the story of the paper man is a father's longing for his daughter.

Not only did the people in Qinquan Village not show sympathy, but they also killed everyone for their own benefit.

Blinding Old Zhang's eyes completely destroyed his last hope.

This is probably why paper figures become a "source of pollution"...

It is full of a father's obsession.

The next moment, Qin Shang shook his head to dispel the thoughts in his heart. If he didn't leave, Yin Shisan would probably keep his word and drag him to the crematorium.

"call!"

"I have to die again..."

A silver-white broadsword emerged in his hand, and he stabbed the man's neck hard.

The passive skill of the fraudster profession is [Fake Death]!

A flash of light appeared before my eyes!

……

About a hundred meters away from the entrance of Longcheng Mingyuan Community, an ambulance slowly drove in with sirens blaring.

On the other side, the taxi had been parked at the gate of Longcheng Mingyuan Community for nearly four hours. Not far from the car stood a handsome man with a cane.

He was dressed in white, with straight features, handsome eyebrows and eyes, and fair skin that would never get tanned by the sun. And it was not the kind of whiteness that comes from staying indoors all year round, but a healthy color of white with a rosy glow.

The man in his thirties has a face full of collagen, and with his innate cold temperament, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is a girl killer. There are not many pedestrians on the road at this time, and occasionally one or two girls passing by from time to time will cast shy glances at him after noticing him.

It rained a little in Yanjing at night, which made things difficult for him.

With one hand holding a black umbrella and the other hand leaning on a crutch, he looked indifferently at the person in the back seat of the taxi.

"Comrade, I have to make money to support my family. This little brother has not had a heartbeat for more than four hours. You don't allow me to call the police or an ambulance. If he dies here, I can't bear the responsibility."

Just then, the taxi driver came running over and took out a thousand yuan from his pocket with a wry smile on his face.

"I still can't take your money!"

Just now, after Master Yin locked onto the license plate number of this taxi, he asked someone to take him to the gate of Longcheng Mingyuan Community.

At that time, Qin Shang had already put his cell phone into his dream.

Yin Shisan thought that according to Qin Shang's profession as a congenital dungeon-clearing holy body fraudster, the dangers he might encounter in the dungeon would probably be very limited.

Besides, it is not impossible to seek off-field help. Seeing Qin Shang asking about Chen Junnan's information, Master Yin felt relieved.

I thought to myself that this guy probably already had an idea for how to clear the game, otherwise he wouldn't have asked me for Chen Junnan's file...

However, when he saw the paper figure Qin Shang sent him, Master Yin felt inexplicably worried again.

Finally, I decided to follow and check on Qin Shang's condition.

When they arrived, they found that the young man had fallen asleep in the taxi.

However, after entering the dream, Qin Shang's state was very strange, no different from being dead, even his heartbeat was very weak...

The driver was an ordinary person. He saw the passenger falling asleep in the back seat and when they arrived at the destination, he couldn't wake up no matter how hard he pushed him. He thought something had happened and was scared.

Fortunately, Master Yin arrived in time and gave the driver one thousand yuan to ask him not to say anything. He claimed that the young man was his friend and he was just drunk and the young man would wake up after a while.

However, several hours passed and there was still no movement from Qin Shang, and the driver became panicked.

They didn't even dare to let Yin Shisan take the person away.

Otherwise, if something happens to the passenger after he leaves the taxi, and his family members know that the passenger died in their car, they will definitely come to make trouble for themselves, right?

He didn't even let Yin Shisan leave. After all, it was he who stopped him from calling an ambulance or the police.

But at this moment, Yin Shisan glanced sideways, and suddenly his eyes lit up.

"No need. Just take this thousand dollars as the fee for washing your car. He has woken up."

After saying this, Yin Shisan strode towards the taxi and immediately stood by the back door;

"If you keep pretending to be dead, I'll really drag you to the crematorium. Are you waiting for me to open the door for you if you don't get up?"

Hearing this, Qin Shang, who had already climbed up from the back seat, looked down at the car with embarrassment on his face, revealing an expression that looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.

"No, why do I pee in my dreams and pee in my pants in real life?"

"If I get off the bus with such a mess on my head, I will be laughed at if someone sees me. I am a young man in my twenties who can take care of myself, but I wet my pants. It's so embarrassing..."

Hearing this, Yin Shisan's unchanging expressionless face curled his lips and showed a hint of smile for a rare moment.

"It seems that you encountered something very scary in your dream."

"..."

"Boss, you seem to be gloating."

"You're already amazing. Most people would be so embarrassed that they would rather continue to pretend to be dead and be dragged to the crematorium by me than to live."

???

A dark line crossed Qin Shang's forehead. Yin Shisan, I know why you are single...

Your mouth is poisonous, and its attack power is no weaker than that of my wife!

If a girl kisses you, you will probably die in a few minutes, right?

He showed a melancholy look. Never mind. He never expected to hear any comforting words from Yin Shisan.

"It's just a little bit of wind and frost!"