I'm a god in the infinite game

The paper man walked slowly in front of Bai Liu, unlike those little paper figures with stiff movements, its movements were smooth and free, just like a real person.

The moment the paper man walked past Bai Liu, Bai Liu pushed Mu Sicheng out, followed the paper man's footsteps precisely, and followed closely behind.

Mu Sicheng looked back at Bai Liu with question marks all over his head, gestured and mouthed and asked: Why are we following?

Bai Liu answered with her mouth: You have seen paper figurines chasing corpses before, follow them and you might be able to find your corpse.

The paper Taoist strode forward holding the peach sword, as if he couldn't see Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng who were following because he had no eyeballs. After passing through one after another tomb passage, Bai Liu heard the sound of splashing water.

After passing through the narrow tomb passage again, a long river about 50 meters wide appeared in front of Bai Liu.

The water in the long river is flowing rapidly. Under the light of the incense burner raised by the paper figurine in front of the white willow, you can see the splash of the river water hitting the rocks. A short white bridge spans the long river.

The bridge is very low and narrow, the body of the bridge almost touches the water surface, and there are no guardrails on both sides, it feels like people on the bridge can touch the water surface with their hands.

Of course, there was no one on the bridge, only some shadows of Bai Liu whose specific features were not yet clear dragged slowly on the bridge.

The closer you get to the long river and the bridge, the more Bailiu can smell a peculiar smell of water. However, the short white bridge looked like a rock from a distance, but when you walk in, you find that it is just a bridge made of oiled paper. On the paper bridge, some ghosts with dull faces, walking on tiptoes, and some black translucent remnants come and go.

But these are not the most eye-catching. The most eye-catching thing is that there are women on the bridge holding white oil-paper umbrellas, walking gracefully like walking in the rain.

These women held oil-paper umbrellas with their backs to the white willow, wore white shrouds, and shook the white handkerchiefs in their hands with bare feet. They walked from the center of the bridge to the end of the bridge step by step.

Mu Sicheng was holding his breath waiting for these women to turn around, but these umbrella women suddenly dropped their umbrellas and jumped into the river.

Floating under the paper bridge were the face-down corpses of these women. The hair of the corpses spread long in the water and floated motionless under the bridge deck. But when these corpses crossed the bridge deck, these corpses turned into face up.

The face of the corpse facing upwards was black and swollen with a malicious smile on its face, and its two eyes stared fixedly at the "person" who was still walking on the bridge, turning left and right to look for something on the bridge. The resentful smile on his face became more and more distorted, and then slowly drifted away.

Soon after, a woman walking with an oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared in the center of the bridge.

Bai Liu stared at the women walking on the bridge, and soon, he found that these women seemed to be the same group, floating on and off the bridge, walking across the bridge time and time again, jumping Bridge, and then float under the bridge.

Every time they floated under the bridge, the eyeballs of these women would be fixed on the bridge, as if they were looking for something.

As they couldn't find it again and again, the eyes of these women looking at the passers-by on the bridge became more and more resentful and vicious, as if resenting the "people" on the bridge for blocking their search.

Mu Sicheng was terrified by these weird women, and quickly pulled Bai Liu's sleeve: "...What are they doing?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng: "You walked across this bridge once, don't you remember anything now?"

Mu Sicheng was startled, and murmured: "...I don't remember."

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze: "According to the records of "Maoshan Magic", these women should be ghosts who died on the bridge."

Mu Sicheng asked, "What is a bridge martyr?"

Bai Liu looked at these women holding paper umbrellas: "It is said that in ancient times, when the husband left home, the women in the family would go to the bridge every day and hold umbrellas to watch over them, no matter it was raining or not, waiting for their husbands to come home. The good news of her husband's return is not the news of death, and some women will jump bridges to die in grief."

At this time, Mu Sicheng looked at these women with some sympathy: "So they are looking for their husbands who have returned home?"

"It should be." Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng's sympathetic eyes, "The floating corpses who died under the bridge have very strong grievances, and the ghosts of the corpses will circle the bridge for generations, guarding the bridge and waiting for their own death." husbands, and if they can't find a husband of their own, they drag down every man who crosses the bridge."

Mu Sicheng said in shock: "Why are you dragging me into the water! I'm not her husband!"

Bai Liu nodded calmly: "Yes, they also know, so if they find out that you are not their husband after being dragged into the water, they will drown you alive in grief because they recognized the wrong person, and then throw you aside and continue to wait for their husband. "

Mu Sicheng: "..."

"Damn!" Mu Sicheng came to his senses, he held Bai Liu, and frowned, "Then there is a bridge martyr, wouldn't it be very dangerous for you, a living person, to cross this bridge?"

Bai Liu's eyes darkened: "Yes, the ghost who died at the bridge is also one of the most dangerous ghosts in the records of "Maoshan Sorcery."

"The grievances of the bridge ghosts cannot be counteracted, they can only be dispelled. If there is no talisman that can pretend to be their husband, once they find out that we are just two strange men, we will definitely be dragged and jumped off the bridge together and drowned alive. Trapped in this cycle of bridge-over-bridge."

Mu Sicheng's back felt cold when he heard it: "Then do you have a talisman for camouflage?"

Bai Liu paused: "No, that's a positive spell called [False Body Talisman], and it's not in my sorcery record."

"Then we don't cross the bridge, go back and count..." Before Mu Sicheng finished his sentence, he suddenly trembled a few times, the blackness on his face suddenly thickened, and his limbs deformed and he fell on the ground, his eyes were red, and he grinned He rushed towards Bai Liu!

On the other side, in the tomb.

Kong Xuyang, who had a [false amulet] on his head, held up the candlestick, and chatted proudly with Yang Zhi, who was also wearing a fake amulet next to him: "Then Bai Liu will probably die in the tomb, right?"

Yang Zhi nodded in agreement, and gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs-up with unconcealed praise on his face: "Of course, Brother Kong, you are really tall, really tall, and you directly led them into the grave."

Kong Xuyang feigned impatience and waved Yang Zhi's hand away: "How high is this? It's just a guide talisman to let the Yin Corpse lead them a way. The main reason is that Bai Liu likes to die, and dares to go to the grave without anything. Chong, isn't this courting death?"

"His own tactical style is willing to risk his death. Can this be considered my high? Isn't it all due to the opponent?"

Kong Xuyang patted the ashes of the lamp on his hands sighingly, and sighed pretendingly: "Of course, I still hope that Bai Liu can struggle to survive for a while, otherwise it would be too easy to win this game just by watching us push monsters and decrypt them all the way. How can I earn popularity if I can’t get more attention?”

Yang Zhi nodded again and again, feeling quite emotional: "I watched Bailiu's match before, and thought he was so good. I didn't expect that you didn't go back and forth in Brother Kong's hands."

Kong Xuyang snorted: "Amazing? Can a laid-off worker in reality, loser, compare with me?"

"However, Bai Liu won the first place in the new star list and the first place in the king's list by virtue of his strength." Yang Zhi unknowingly cited Bai Liu's achievements, without even noticing that Kong Xuyang's face had darkened, "I didn't expect that Losing so easily..."

"Have you finished?" Kong Xuyang cast a sad look at Yang Zhi.

Only then did Yang Zhi realize that he seemed to have poked Kong Xuyang's sore foot, and quickly made amends: "But you are still no match for Brother Kong!"

But after he finished speaking, Yang Zhi himself felt a little guilty, because Kong Xuyang had never won the first place in the list of kings.

Kong Xuyang was crushed by hearts the year before last, and spades last year. This year he managed to get it once, but was snatched away by Bai Liu who rushed out of thin air.

Kong Xuyang sneered, ignored Yang Zhi, and went deeper into the tomb by himself holding the candlestick.

From time to time, they passed by a woman holding an oil-paper umbrella, a ghost crawling on the ground, and a bride covered with a hijab, but Kong Xuyang and the others walked freely among these ghosts as if they were in no one's land. On the contrary, it didn't hurt them, and those women wearing oil-paper umbrellas came over to hold umbrellas for them.

It wasn't until they were sent to a new tomb that the woman turned around and walked away slowly holding an umbrella, leaving water-stained footprints on the ground of the tomb.

Yang Zhi looked at the woman walking away, and patted his heart in fear: "This [false amulet] is so powerful, the ghosts who died at the bridge directly regarded us as their husbands, and even gave us umbrellas."

"If there wasn't this [False Amulet]..." Yang Zhi seemed to have thought of something terrible and shivered.

Kong Xuyang also had Qi Qiyan on his face, but he cursed viciously in his mouth: "These women are too crazy. When I read this book last time, I almost fell into the hands of these ghosts who died on the bridge. Damn, once I find out If it wasn't their man, I would be their enemy, a bunch of scum!"

Yang Zhi had lingering fears in his heart: "Yes, and there is only one weakness recorded in the books of ghosts and monsters who died on the bridge, and that is their husbands! If it wasn't Brother Kong you found out the [false amulet] from the Maoshan book in time last time, we will It's all dead in their hands!"

"Damn whore." Kong Xuyang cursed sinisterly, but for some reason, the expression on his face eased again.

Kong Xuyang sneered: "Didn't you want to kill me last time? This time, just follow me honestly and give me an umbrella."

Yang Zhi rubbed his hands lewdly and laughed twice: "Brother Kong, tell me, maybe these women are okay..."

Kong Xuyang waved his hand disgustingly and interrupted Yang Zhi: "You have too much taste!"

Yang Zhi tactfully changed the subject: "How far do you think Bai Liu and the others can go in the tomb?"

Kong Xuyang became interested again when he heard this: "We have already walked through this tomb once, and the most dangerous ones are the thirty or so brides in the wedding hall, ghosts who died on the bridge, and those zombies."

"Of course the scariest thing is the Taoist priest in the main tomb." Kong Xuyang's expression became more serious when he said this, "That thing is at least a monster with a face value of [-] to [-], and we must not let that thing wake up, or we will all have to pay attention to it." die."

"After the first seven days, within two days, the zombie will start to wake up after absorbing enough Yin Qi from the last group of villagers in Yinshan Village. After waking up, it will start slaughtering the village. There is no way to stop it." Kong Xuyang's face darkened, "Last time As soon as we logged out of the game, the Taoist priest killed all the remaining players trapped inside."

"Many of those players are quasi-members of the Grand Guild, and they have no resistance at all in front of that Taoist priest."

Yang Zhi thought of the Taoist priest with a sallow face: "It's okay, as long as Bai Liu dies, the game will be over, they won't be able to survive the bridge ghost."

"I hope that Bai Liu and the others can last a little longer and let the game last a little longer. After all, it is said that Bai Liu has a lot of spectators who support him, and these spectators probably want to watch Bai Liu for a while longer." Kong Xuyang shrugged regretfully, his face The malicious smile got bigger and bigger, "I am a person, I have always been willing to meet the audience's wishes."

"But if Bai Liu really can't even play with a bunch of abandoned wives holding umbrellas for me, and I don't know the audience who support him, what will he think when he sees this scene?"

Yang Zhixin comprehended and praised: "How can they support Bai Liu, they are naturally here to support Brother Kong!"