I'm a god in the infinite game

Hearts are not like Qi Yifang, she didn't seem to be offended, instead she smiled lightly and introduced herself calmly: "I am Hearts, your opponent in the last match, why don't you always remember my appearance ?”

Spades watched Hearts calmly: "Because this is not your real face."

"I don't remember the false disguises presented to lure or satisfy a certain desire, because every time it is different, there is no need to remember."

After finishing speaking, Spade walked past the suddenly silent Heart, and said softly, "Excuse me, I'm going in to watch the game."

At the moment when Spades walked past Hearts and was about to disappear into the barrier of the viewing pool, Hearts spoke abruptly, this time her voice was neither soft nor soft, but dignified: "There is someone like you, who is just like Spades. The people involved with Black Whip are very important to me."

Hearts turned around, her face seemed to be changing, but it didn't seem to be there, wine red eyes with a kind of girlish innocence, staring straight at Spades: "Your name, and the black hair on your body Do you remember where it came from?"

Spade paused: "I don't remember." After speaking, he walked into the ornamental pool.

Qi Yifang took a careful look at the rare and silent Queen of Hearts, and then at the Spades who walked into the viewing pond: "Queen, are we going back?"

"No." Hearts raised her eyes, she showed that kind of soft and charming smile again, her eyes wandered to look at the ornamental pond where Bai Liu was, "Spades are not the only men who can make whips in this game. "

"There is always one related to the person I am looking for."

In the ornamental pool.

Wang Shun was anxious like an ant on a hot pot: "The growth rate of the gambling pool has really dropped to 0! The growth rate of the fanatic lamb has doubled by six times!"

"Hey, don't be in a hurry, don't be in a hurry." Nishen pushed Wang Shun down calmly, with a smile on his face. times is normal."

"But if you turn it up, it will be difficult to fill in the popularity!" Wang Shun was so anxious that he was about to sweat.

"No." Nishen raised his eyes and looked at the big screen. Just as he was about to speak, a spade sat down straight next to him, and he took his words calmly: "Trust Bai Liu, these people will vote for him of."

Nishen looked helplessly at the sudden spade: "Where did you go just now?"

"Meet a woman I don't know." Spades said concisely, but his eyes kept falling on the big screen, "Bai Liu, he will definitely gain many followers."

Spade said this with such certainty that even Wang Shun, who had been anxious all the time, calmed down.

"Our gambling pool has increased." Mu Ke suddenly raised his head and looked at Nishen, "Someone has heavily invested in Bai Liu, a player in our gambling pool, with tens of millions of points. Is it you?"

Nishen raised his hands innocently: "No, I haven't had time yet."

Mu Ke looked at Spades again: "Is it you?"

Spade didn't care about his Mu Ke at all, he was lowering his head to open the panel, counting the points, and then he didn't have any emotion on his face, and chose Bai Liu, a tactician from the Wandering Circus, and then, he made a huge sum of money.

"Well, it's me now." Spade looked sideways at Mu Ke and replied flatly.

Mu Ke: "..."

Nishen helplessly raised his forehead: "Mu Ke is asking you if you invested in the tens of millions of points before, and you can't pretend to be someone else when you invest now..."

"It's not spades, and it's not Nishen. Who has such financial resources..." Wang Shun suddenly turned his head to look at Hearts, who was sitting far away in a small corner of the viewing pool, and cried out, "Queen!"

Heart smiled like a flower and waved to Wang Shun, and she lazily pointed at her panel.

The panel is separated by many seats and looks blurry, but from the general structure, it is impressively a gambling pool betting panel.

"It's the queen who has taken over Bai Liu!"

The successive large bets made Wang Shun dizzy, and he asked in a daze, "Why does the queen want to bet heavily on Bailiu!?"

"Maybe he fell in love with Bai Liu?" Bai Yi boldly assumed, he took a peek at Spade, "After all, it's time to say goodbye to the first spring and look for the second spring, Bai Liu feels like the type that Heart likes, Strong and can whip."

Spades turned to look at Bai Yi expressionlessly: "She can't fall in love with Bai Liu, Bai Liu and I have already..."

Nishen quickly covered Spade's mouth with his eyes, and raised his hand politely with a smile: "I think the point now is that the fanatical lambs are chasing positions, and they are still betting."

Two consecutive heavy positions directly smashed the Wandering Circus to the fourth position, and the gap with the third-ranked Frenzied Lamb was about to narrow.

The faces of the people on the fanatical lamb's side have already started to turn purple, but they have already smashed like this, it is impossible to stop, once they fall, they will definitely be backlashed, and they will be beaten back to their original shape if they speed up. Stop chasing positions.

Ni Shen squinted his eyes, and smiled amicably: "What we have to do now is to keep adding thin lines to the betting pool, keeping the gap with the fanatical lambs constantly narrowing, but not surpassing them."

"Why can't you surpass them?" Bai Yi asked curiously.

Liu Jiayi took a look at Nishen: "In order to hang the fanatic lambs, force them to keep adding positions, and drain the entire fanatic lamb guild. If they surpass the fanatic lambs, they will not continue to go in to keep the momentum that overwhelms us. Increased position."

Ni Shen let out a sigh, and smiled: "It's not trying to squeeze it out, I just hope they won't play this kind of heavy-duty game next time, it's quite unfriendly to ordinary audiences."

The next time I don't have the ability to play such a heavy game, it means that there are no points in the guild. Isn't this just draining...

Liu Jiayi turned her eyes away.

She felt that this Nishen seemed to have a kind heart, but he was quite ruthless in his attacks, leaving no room for escape.

"The next thing is to see Bai Liu's performance." Ni Shen leaned back comfortably on the seat, raised his head and looked at the big screen, "As long as Bai Liu can turn the tables, there will be no more heavy positions for the fanatical lamb."

On the big screen, Bai Liu was pressing the neck of Mu Sicheng who was rushing towards him, and stretched out his hand coldly to let Mu Sicheng suck his anger.

The abnormal bluishness on Mu Sicheng's face gradually faded, and the movements of struggling and roaring ceased.

Bai Liu's face became even paler, and under the flickering candlelight, his blood vessels could almost show blue through the skin.

Mu Sicheng, who came back to his senses, panted heavily, knelt on the ground and vomited several mouthfuls of black water with a strong stench, wiped his mouth, and clenched his fists.

"... I've become a ghost, will I attack you who was sucked by me first?" Mu Sicheng asked hoarsely, "Then why don't you take me..."

"En." Bai Liu helped Mu Sicheng up, and lightly blocked Mu Sicheng's follow-up words, "So we need to find your body before that."

"...My body is probably on the other side of the bridge." Mu Sicheng looked towards the paper bridge that was getting closer and closer, with a solemn expression, "But there are so many bridge ghosts on the bridge..."

There were white umbrellas on the bridge, and the women in white clothes were getting closer and closer to Bai Liu and the others. Mu Sicheng felt a heavy coolness emanating from these women.

These women were tall and slender, with their backs to Bai Liu, they walked on the bridge regularly, at first they were slow, but the closer Bai Liu and the others walked, the speed of these women's walking became faster.

A few times, Mu Sicheng even felt that there were a few women looking at them through the umbrella before jumping off, staring at them with resentment and anticipation, and jumped under the bridge for life with a weird smile on his face .

A fishy smell rose from Mu Sicheng's throat, and he felt an instinctive fear: "Didn't you say that there is no way to deal with the martyrdom ghost? How can we get there?"

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng: "This shouldn't be about me, it should be about you."

Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded: "Ask me?"

"Yes, because you have crossed the bridge once." Bai Liu said.

Mu Sicheng replied subconsciously: "That's because you taught me how to cross the ghost bridge! You let me cross the ghost bridge without holding my breath!"

Bai Liu shook her head slightly: "I did guess that there is a paper ghost bridge in the tomb for burial, and I told you how to cross the ghost bridge while holding your breath, but that is based on the premise that there are no ghosts on the bridge. Ghost, even if you hold your breath, you will still be followed."

Mu Sicheng asked: "What is follow-up?"

Bai Liu explained: "When you are on the bridge, the bridge ghost will think you are her husband, come to hold an umbrella for you, and follow you to escort you home. This is called following."

Mu Sicheng's back started to feel cold: "...What if she later finds out that I'm not her husband?"

Bai Liu's tone was calm: "If you were her real husband, she would go home with you under the umbrella, but if you were not, she would drag you and jump off the bridge with resentment and hatred. Bridge, die on the bridge with her."

"...Is it possible that the ghost who died on the bridge stayed on this bridge for too long, forgot what his husband looked like, and couldn't recognize if I was her husband, so that he let me pass the bridge in a false sense?" Mu Sicheng took a chance.

Bai Liu vetoed it: "It's unlikely. Ghosts recognize people based on their yang energy, not their appearance. Apart from [false amulets] that can change the yang energy of strangers, there is nothing that can deceive them."

"Then how did I get across the bridge?" Mu Sicheng was also confused, "I can't remember."

"Don't think about it." Bai Liu helped Mu Sicheng, and walked towards the paper bridge with a light expression, "Let's go to the bridge first, you can cross the bridge last time, and you can do it this time."

Mu Sicheng was startled: "Why! Wouldn't the bridge ghost follow us?"

"Don't worry about them." Bai Liu smiled, "They won't be with us."

Mu Sicheng was full of doubts: "Why didn't you follow us? Didn't you say that any man with yang energy would be followed?"

"Because we don't deserve to be followed." Bai Liu looked at the paper Taoist walking in front, "Their husbands are back."

"The real husband..." Mu Sicheng suddenly turned his head to look at the bridge, "You mean..."

Before Mu Sicheng finished speaking, the first zombie chased by the paper man jumped onto the bridge. The paper bridge was slightly shaken by the force of the zombie, and the women who were walking forward with umbrellas stopped. , Qi Qi turned around and walked towards the bridge.

Umbrellas cover the women's faces so that they can't see their faces clearly. You can only see their clothes hanging on the ground being kicked away by the feet of small steps, revealing pairs of wrapped and deformed little feet with bones shrunk and wrinkled into balls, or It is called "three-inch golden lotus".

They walked quickly in front of the zombie, lifted the umbrella slightly, and propped it up for the zombie. With the jump of the zombie, their little feet moved, and the ghostly walk was deep and wandering. The upper body holding the umbrella did not move at all.

Bai Liu watched the strange scene where the women on the bridge came one by one to hold umbrellas for the zombies: "You said earlier that you vaguely remembered seeing paper figures carrying incense burners on the bridge, so I guessed that you crossed the bridge with these paper figures, and you If you can successfully cross the bridge, these ghosts who died on the bridge are not with you, that can only mean one thing."

"They followed someone else's body." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "These zombies are their real husbands."

After a moment of sudden surprise, Mu Sicheng said angrily again: "You already knew that, didn't you! That's why you followed Paper Taoist directly!"

"Know it and don't say it! It's fun to scare me!" Mu Sicheng angrily condemned.

Bai Liu replied honestly: "Yes, I've scared people before, but I haven't scared ghosts yet, and it's quite fun."

Ghost Mu Sicheng: "..."