I'm a god in the infinite game

Mu Sicheng rubbed his chin, and was about to continue asking for details, when the sound of a bench moving suddenly appeared in front of him, which startled him.

The two old people sitting in front stood up stiffly, and pressed the tuner to turn off the TV, but this old TV with poor contact seemed to be difficult to turn off, the old man hung his head and kept pressing it, and the picture on the TV became Distorted and layered, the vocals inside also become harsh and high-frequency.

Just as Mu Sicheng wanted to ask what he was doing, Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, motioning him to look under the cabinet.

The plug for the TV lay there quietly, not plugged in at all.

Unplugged TV, human-dubbed voices...

Mu Sicheng slowly turned his head to look at Bai Liu, cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and he said word by word: "So this is not a TV picture at all..."

"It's the actual picture." Bai Liu said calmly.

The changing screen on the TV suddenly turned and froze.

Two people, Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, huddled in a corner appeared on the black and white screen.

At some point around them stood a circle of women with bowed heads, wearing shrouds and holding shrouds, and facing them were two open coffins.

Pairs of blue and black intertwined hands slowly stretched out from behind the narrow TV, heads with black cracks all over the face came out from around the TV, the facial features were pulled into strange shapes, squinting at Bai Liu and the others.

The head of the old man who turned his back to them turned 180 degrees, his loving face was full of resentment and hatred, his teeth were clenched, and he uttered the voice dubbed from the TV:

"You descendants are finally back, drag them to the mass graves, and bury them in peace!"

Without hesitation, Bai Liu pulled up Mu Sicheng who was still in a daze, jumped over the two coffins in front of him, got up and ran.

The ghost behind him was emitting black air, like a spider protruding its limbs, hands and feet from its neck and abdomen, and crawled towards the wall in all directions, chasing Bai Liu and the others with a ferocious face. Waving his hands and feet, he walked backwards to chase Bai Liu.

Although the two old men were walking backwards, their speed was extremely fast, and they were about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng's clothes in a few blinks of an eye. A look of joy appeared on the pale and aging face, their fangs were bared, and their saliva was dripping.

"Damn it!" Mu Sicheng came back to his senses, grabbed Bai Liu's arm in a rebellious manner, and ran wildly all the way.

Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house all the way, those things were chasing after him, the dark Yinshan Village was full of mist, Mu Sicheng wanted to go directly to the direction of the temple, because this place must be the safest.

As a result, when he was about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng took a closer look and found that the lights at the entrance of the temple were flickering and dimming. A figure was waving slowly and swaying to them, as if calling them over.

Mu Sicheng walked in and took a look, and found five old men wearing shrouds, with black and purple faces, with loving but creepy smiles on their faces, waving, waving black hands that were more than an inch long nail.

Inside the temple were seven coffins that were neatly opened.

"Five here, two in the house, exactly seven." Bai Liu quickly made a judgment, "Now this point is too dark, these seven old people have all escaped from their coffins, and they can't go back to the temple."

While running wildly, Mu Sicheng asked urgently, "Then where are we going?!"

Bai Liu made a decisive decision: "It's not safe anywhere at this point in time, go to the mass grave at Qiaotou."

"Ah?!" Mu Sicheng was dumbfounded, "What are you doing there!"

"Go digging the grave." Bai Liu replied calmly.

Mu Sicheng asked in horror: "Dig the grave?! Why?!"

"Master Huang Li records the big and small matters of weddings and funerals in the village. During the funeral, he will write the life of the buried corpse, and bury it in the grave together with the village affairs Huang Li of that day." Bai Liu explained quickly while running, "The tomb here is for later repairs. Yes, the burials are all corpses that meet certain conditions, and most people in Yinshan Village are not buried in this tomb."

Mu Sicheng came to his senses: "You mean what happened to those men more than 100 years ago when they died was written down in the almanac by this almanac master, and buried in the mountain together with their coffins?"

"That's right." Bai Liu nodded, "And it's not just that, do you still remember that in the tomb we met paper priests crossing the ghost bridge to drive away the zombies? I think those zombies are the men who died outside on the other side of the mountain buried."

"Yes, those zombies were torn apart and stitched together again, just like on TV, and they are still the husbands of those ghosts who died on the bridge..." Mu Sicheng came to his senses, "Yes!"

Bai Liu sprinted towards the entrance of the village, breathing unevenly, but speaking quickly: "Paper Taoist is the incarnation of Zombie Taoist. On the one hand, it drives these zombie men from the hills to the village, and on the other hand, it manipulates the ghosts to drive them into the tomb. The coffins of those brides were moved out, moved to the village, and finally sucked the vitality of the last seven descendants in the village."

"Wait until the extreme number of the first seven gathers, the yin qi formed by the gathering of such strong grievances, coupled with this century-old corpse-refining sorcery, is enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world and start killing. "

Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped.

The ghost behind him let out a fearful roar from a distance, as if he was afraid of something here, and did not dare to approach easily, but beside the archway at the entrance of the village in front of Bai Liu, there stood a tall and tall man with his hands raised, his face and body Taoist zombies that are covered in yellow symbols but remain motionless.

Bai Liu quietly looked at the zombie for a while, then suddenly stepped forward and tore off the two corpse charms on the zombie's face.

After the zombie removed the two talismans on its face, its face was roughly exposed.

Contrary to his tall appearance, this zombie closed his eyes, the surroundings were pitch black, his brows were delicate and handsome, and his complexion was pale.

Mu Sicheng gasped again when he saw it, his eyes wandered repeatedly between Bai Liu's face and the zombie, and finally saw two mosquito-repellent eyes: "...Bai Liu, this zombie looks like you." Same!"

That's right, except for its height, this zombie is almost exactly the same as Bai Liu, who has been staying up all night and working overtime for a week.

Bai Liu was very calm: "I use magic, and this zombie Taoist is also good at using magic. I should be his descendant, and I look normal like me."

"You already knew that this zombie looks like you, so when you let it out, you used so many ghost charms to cover its face to prevent Kong Xuyang and the others from discovering it." Mu Sicheng suddenly realized What, "This zombie doesn't chase you because you are his descendant, right?"

Bai Liu said lightly: "It should be."

"... Strange..." Mu Sicheng touched his chin, "Didn't you say that Kong Xuyang and the others played a game once? They are so afraid of this zombie, they should have seen this zombie, right? Seeing this zombie's face and something around them The two players look the same, didn't they discover the setting of role-playing descendants?"

"I've thought about this too." Bai Liu thought deeply, "But judging from their final reactions, I think Kong Xuyang was very afraid and avoided the close contact with this zombie. As soon as the zombie approached him, he shrank his head and went crazy on the ground. Climb, I feel that he should have never faced this zombie directly."

"And Yang Zhi kept turning his head to look at this zombie. I think he should have seen the face of this zombie before."

"When you say this, I also find it a bit strange. Both Yang Zhi and this Kong Xuyang should have played this game once, but Yang Zhi seems to be completely ignorant of many things. Like us, he has been in the temple all the time. Ask Kong Xuyang, but he is more clear about some things..." Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, "For example, Yang Zhi has obviously faced this zombie before, but he doesn't seem to know the setting of future generations at all. If you see a zombie’s face, you can probably guess it.”

"Why can't Yang Zhi remember? Obviously this game is so scary."

Bai Liu suddenly changed the subject: "Under what circumstances do you think people will forget the scenes that have a strong impact on them?"

Mu Sicheng thought for a while: "Meet someone with more impact? Too much forgetfulness? Amnesia?"

"Tsk." Mu Sicheng shook his head, and he frowned, "These reasons are a bit far-fetched, and it doesn't look like Yang Zhi has lost his memory. It's us who lost his memory, but it's strange that he doesn't remember this scene."

Bai Liu slowly turned her head to look at Mu Sicheng, and smiled: "You reminded me."

Mu Sicheng's scalp was numb from Bai Liu's laughter: "What reminded you?"

"In addition to amnesia, there is another kind of powerful scene that may be confused and forgotten." Bai Liu looked at the face of the zombie that was the same as his own, "That's a mistake."

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "Did you forget it? Isn't it? It wasn't something that happened decades ago. How could he remember it?"

"For Yang Zhi, it would have happened decades ago." The corner of Bai Liu's mouth curled up, "Don't you think we lost our memory as soon as we entered here? Isn't that a little unfair?"

Mu Sicheng hesitated: "What do you mean?"

"I'm thinking." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, "This is a game with such bizarre settings as ghosts and gods. As a player, Yang Zhi has his own abilities, such as possessing memory-swallowing charms and the like."

"And the decades of memories that have swallowed up the two of us have caused his own memory to be blurred, confusing his own memory, and unable to remember many things he experienced in the last game."

"Including this zombie's face."

Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu's inference was outrageous, and was about to refute it, but Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully, and found that Yang Zhi's inconsistencies were all right, so he had to swallow his rebuttal.

It's disgusting and nauseating to have one's own memories swallowed by someone. It's like having a diary hidden by your parents and being made into a ppt and played on a loop in front of a stranger who has no good intentions for you.

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, "What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memories? He won't find anything in our memories to deal with us, right?"

"Treat us?" Bai Liu smiled casually, "Is your memory such a harmless thing?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned: "No, something will happen if the memory is read by garbage like Yang Zhi!"

Bai Liu looked back at Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless night outside Yinshan Village, and said flatly: "Some people's memories may be cotton candy, and there will be no big event after swallowing it, and it will return to sweetness. Some people's memories may be It's a diary, and if you swallow it, you'll be able to blackmail people."

"I think I can develop this character, and my memory should not be a pleasant thing."

Bai Liu turned her head with a smile on her eyebrows and said, "Swallowing it may be as painful as swallowing a razor blade."