I'm flirting with God in the infinite game

Qu Dao twirled the pages of the book proudly, and continued: "[-], a year of famine and troubled times—"

The sentence is still the same.

"- Sebastian's birthday;

Xianyou in [-] was a prosperous year.

He studied poetry and literature diligently throughout his life, and was virtuous and moral.

At the age of sixteen, he inherited his father's title..."

In fact, there is no need to read it here, this is obviously the inscription and seal script of an ancient deceased hundreds of years ago.

"Of course, this is definitely not written in this way. I just used my rich and connotative cultural background to polish it a little bit," Qu Dao brazenly boasted, "but the difference is not bad, the meaning is that, experience it for yourself .”

Trive's whole body was already as cold as iron. When he gave the nonsense translation to Sigmund, he did have a momentary sense of revenge. But every night since then, he can think of every night in his mind. In seven days, there will be a warrior who is willing to expose himself to the wolves. Not only will his body be torn to pieces, but he will die without a whole body, and he will not be able to sleep all night.

A few days later, when he finally felt uneasy and wanted to tell the truth, he found that the small river separating the two clans had disappeared at some point, and the connecting stone bridge had turned into a towering mountain cliff. The connection between the two places is completely separated.

When Bat Wolf flew across the mountains to grab the 'sacrifice', he could almost hear the shrill chirping of birds and beasts and the screams of an unknown clansman with a different surname being torn apart to drink blood.

From then on, every seven days, he would go to the foot of the mountain to close his eyes and kneel down to worship, repent and pay homage devoutly.

This place, originally called the "Nai River", is not only a punishment for the selfish Leslie, but also a torture for Trive.

However, if there was no sudden communication between the two sides, and the intervention of this sudden guest, it would be impossible for him to confess to Leslie the lies he told back then.

He couldn't bear the hundreds of lives.

"You..." Even after knowing the truth, Amir still subconsciously used the respectful speech to Trive that is only used for elders, and the voice of the tough man trembled, "Why did you lie to us?"

Trive stared blankly at the skeleton lying on the ground, "Little Roy, my little Roy, he died in the mouth of the 'wolf', when he ate the knotweed you sent So happy, but...he died there..."

Perhaps in this pile of bones, his kind, strong Roy.

Why did he repent?

It was never him who should confess!

After a while, Sigmund said dully: "But my son also died in the hands of the 'wolf'..."

"If your son is dead, should my son deserve to suffer? Are my people going to be buried with him?" Trive's voice suddenly rose, and his eyes were glaring scarlet, as if he could bleed all the time.

Sigmund was speechless for a moment, then slowly shook his head and murmured: "It's... it's my sin..."

After hearing the cause and effect, Leslie's people immediately became angry. It was Trive's words that made them die so many people in vain over the years!

On Wenta's side, although he cut off from Leslie by stopping the loss in time, in addition to Roy, several fellow countrymen and friends died in the mouth of the "wolf". It's okay not to mention it. Everyone's grief and anger ignited like a raging fire.

Regardless of the grievances and entanglements between the two old men, the two sides wanted to yell at each other to rush towards each other.

The players are still enthusiastic about fighting, and they don't know what their position is. A few of them are 'all belong to the same ancestor, so it's fine in the future' and became peacemakers...

The three groups were in a mess, and the noise was even more chaotic than the Spring Festival market.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering sound exploded from the middle, and the noisy group of people immediately crouched down with their heads in their hands, and those who were timid were directly knocked down to the ground.

Looking intently, Qin Huo was holding his gun with one hand. The blunderbuss was pointing towards the sky. There was a blue and black muzzle on the top of the gun, which was probably used for the opposite meaning of the silencer ——Speaker, the extra gun muzzle is still emitting blue-gray smoke, which is more powerful than the original lighter.

His expression was still cold, he didn't say a word, his eyes didn't move a little bit, and the hundreds of people around him didn't dare to say a word, and the silence seemed to be no one's land for a while.

It wasn't until Lu Zhi freed his ear-digging hand and clapped his hands twice that he broke the weird and depressing silence. He looked at the guy in Qin Huo's hand and nodded appreciatively: "You have used this thing so long ago, It really doesn’t take so much effort.”

Before Qin Huo could roll his eyes, Lu Zhi turned to Trive again.

After all, Trive was old enough to have seen a lot of things in the world. Although he was shocked, he managed to hold on and didn't kneel directly, but his expression was not very good.

Lu Zhi: "I'm curious, if this matter is not established, then why there is really a saying that there is a sacrifice every few days? According to their feedback, it seems that this matter is really right by accident."

After finishing speaking, he felt that his statement was absurd, how could there really be such a coincidence that a blind cat hit a dead mouse.

At this time, Bai Ren suddenly said: "The statement that 'bat wolves like sweet meat' is actually partially true. But maybe, you misunderstood something?" He paused, and then said, "Or, you deliberately Misleading something."

Lu Zhi turned his head to look at him, followed Bai Ren's train of thought for a while, and suddenly understood something.

He is confident that not many people in the audience immediately understood the meaning of Bai Ren's words, and felt that such a subtle spiritual communication is like spiritual intercourse. At this moment of life and death confession, he unexpectedly appeared in his mind some Tens of thousands of nerves in his skull shouted towards the person in front of him for things that were not suitable for viewing.

As if he really had a feeling, Bai Ren looked back at him lightly, and then briefly raised the corner of his mouth to him.

As if to say, um, I know.

"I also found out after Roy left that the 'wolf' not only ate human flesh, but also took away the food mixed with knotweed next to it..." Trive mentioned Roy, his voice became more vicissitudes, thick like It is a saturated sponge, and water can be spilled when it is moved.

"At that time, I was really sad, and I didn't think much about it. Later, I guessed whether the wolf actually wanted the knotweed at first. Then I took the knotweed that I still had at home and put it on the roof for an experiment. That just confirmed what I thought."

So if there is a sacrifice, it will eat people, if there is no sacrifice, it will eat grass...

"So you made up the phone call, and then forcibly fed a few wolves that can eat grass into a pack of carnivorous wolves?"

Lu Zhi didn't know what words to use to describe this old man. After all, no one has the right to judge people's behavior above morality. He would criticize whether the indirect victims of his flesh and blood should retaliate in a more vicious way. Use the scale to measure whether one life is more important than dozens of lives.

Lu Zhi finally threw a sentence: "You are really hurtful."

"What about the man's bones that attract wolves?" Lu Zhi asked again.

Trive immediately denied it: "I didn't say that."

"This is true," Sigmund sighed, "Leslie attaches great importance to the proximity of the soul, and believes that after death, the soul will still linger around the bones, so he usually buries the bones in his home seven days after death. In the courtyard."

Lu Zhi commented: "It's really perverted."

Sigmund was speechless for a moment, and then continued helplessly and tiredly: "Later, the family who buried the bones suffered the second time. We buried the bones in water and buried them in the Nai River. Unexpectedly, the river became more and more The deeper..."

He silently stared at the pile of bones not far away, his eyes full of vicissitudes: "Perhaps the ghosts of the dead are also scolding us."

Selfishly trying to divert misfortune to the east, and in the end, the karmic reincarnation brought disaster to himself. Both Leslie and Wenta were actually hurt by both sides.

Accompanied by such karmic entanglement, the story club listened to the grievances and grievances of the two families in the same way, and time passed by in a hurry.

I can only be thankful that the flow of time here at night is not as fast as during the day, and it still maintains a second-by-second speed. When I figured this out, the sky has begun to turn slightly pale, and light is about to pour out.

This is a good thing for the residents of the small town. The sunrise means that they will escape the hunting of the "wolf" that night. Although they have learned the absurd truth, their fear of the dark night for many years still makes them full of hope for the coming light. rejoice.

But for the 28 players, the sky leaked out, the cock crowed three times, and they still couldn't reach the final answer, which meant that their time and achievements in the past two days were all lost by the bet named Lu Zhi to the 'little one'. God'.

Even if they admit that he's an unusual character, it doesn't dampen their resentment at losing nearly a tenth of their game time for no reason.

Finally, a player couldn't help asking: "Then, what should we do? The answer to this dungeon hasn't come out yet."

The bull was blown by Lu Zhi, and the bet was made by himself. All the players' eyes were naturally locked on Lu Zhi.

I saw him looking somewhere in the distance, and said, "I'm thinking, what is this question about?"

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