I'm a god in the infinite game

Yang Zhi buried his head in digging hard, he raised his hand in embarrassment and wiped the mud on his face, handed the pile of yellow calendars that had accumulated on his hand to Kong Xuyang, and asked anxiously: "Brother Kong, I just dug this up, look What's going on?"

Kong Xuyang took the almanac and browsed quickly:

"...Gengzi Year, Gengchen Month, Guihai Day, March 21st, the young and old at home gather together to worship their ancestors. They are determined to join a regiment, known for righteousness, and go out to fight against ghosts from all directions. Wife, daughter, and parents shed tears Beside the bridge, I begged the gods of heaven and earth to bless my son from Yinshan Village to return home safely..."

"In the year of Gengzi, the month of Xinsi, the day of Xinchou, the first day of May, there was a war in the middle of the capital, the sound of guns rumbled, and the sound of guns stabbed, and it was heard hundreds of miles away. The relatives at home were all worried, and they prayed in the ancestral halls and temples day and night... ..."

"Xinsi month, Yisi day, the fifth day of the fifth lunar month, the Dragon Boat Festival, there is no one for women to make rice dumplings, no one for old people to smile, and no one for children to play with. They are all sad and sit at the entrance of the village to guard the people who go home with a cloth.

His name is Wang Wu, and he is thirty-eight years old. He has one son and two daughters in his family. He is honest and honest. He helps relatives and neighbors to cut wheat when he is busy in farming. The dead body, without right hand and right foot, was blown to pieces by the evil ghost's firearm, so it could not be picked up. "

"Wang Wu, one son and two daughters shook the body and shouted blankly, but Wang Wu should not."

"...On the eighth day of the fifth lunar month, return to the group of corpses, with white faces laid out on a wooden frame, and place them at the entrance of the village. Everyone in the village stands in front of the corpses, silent, and no one steps forward to open the cloth to identify the corpses. They all cover their faces and weep. A few hours later, Mr. Zhang in the village stepped forward shaking his hands to reveal the cloth, howling loudly, calling out nicknames again and again, tears gurgling unstoppably, and fainted in front of the corpse..."

……

"On May 23, all the young and old in Yinshan Village returned, and none survived."

"On May 49th, it is advisable to break ground, travel, burial, and return home young and strong. Most of the bones are not complete. According to the custom, they will not enter the ancestral grave. They will be buried at the foot of the opposite mountain. For [-] days, although he will not enter the ancestral grave, he will be buried with great ceremony."

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"July [-]th, righteous men are all dead, foreign ghosts are rampant, go to the capital without hindrance, burn, kill, loot, commit all kinds of crimes, the fire burns smoke, and Yinshan Village can be seen faintly."

"The imperial court does nothing, and allows ghosts to eat people. Within three days, surrender."

"On the seventh day of September, there were rumors in Beijing that the court was discussing matters with foreign ghosts. In order to show sincerity in the discussion, they handed over the village where the person involved and his relatives lived to the evil ghosts. Go ahead, cede territory, punish the mob, and show your sincerity."

"In Yinshan Village, there are only women, young, old and weak, who have no power to resist. Under the sorrow, they would rather die than surrender, so as not to be humiliated. The young and strong survivors jumped off the bridge to die for their husbands, and died with umbrellas. They died without regret."

"I would rather be a ghost under the bridge than a bitch in front of the hall."

……

"What kind of mess is this?!" Kong Xuyang looked more and more angry, "Is it related to that Taoist zombie fart, is there anything else?"

Yang Zhi glanced at more and more ghosts who were blocked from the zombies, couldn't help trembling, his face was pale, he didn't even dare to shake his head to Kong Xuyang too obviously, for fear of angering him: "No, no gone."

"Hurry up and dig if you don't have any!" Kong Xuyang kicked Yang Zhi's head, his face congested with anger.

Mu Sicheng next to him watched this scene, and couldn't help but sneered mockingly: "Only idiots would vent their anger on their teammates."

Kong Xuyang's forehead twitched, and he walked over and raised his hand to stab Mu Sicheng, but halfway there, he saw the fangs at the corner of Mu Sicheng's mouth, and stopped again.

Now that Mu Sicheng has been poisoned by the corpse poison, he has turned into a zombie. If he walks over and gives Mu Sicheng a bite, he will be the one who will suffer.

His energy is almost exhausted now, and he can no longer manipulate the zombie guarding Mu Sicheng to bite Mu Sicheng to death. He can only simply let the zombie guard Mu Sicheng...

And if the zombies can't bite Mu Sicheng to death again, and Mu Sicheng's mental value drops below 20 and he doesn't die, then more troublesome things will happen.

Prioritize things, don't waste energy, first find Huang Li!

Kong Xuyang's raised hand paused for a moment, he took a deep breath, then slammed his hand down again, turned around and pinned the almanac on his waist, squatted down, and continued digging the grave with Yang Zhi.

Mu Sicheng looked at the yellow calendar on Kong Xuyang's waist, moved the monkey's paw cut behind him by the zombie, and let out a long breath slowly.

Just now he tried to provoke Kong Xuyang to come and steal the yellow calendar on his waist, but he didn't expect Kong Xuyang, a fool, to react soberly by this time, and no matter how loud he was, he would stop giving his eyes.

Mu Sicheng glanced darkly at the iron wall surrounded by zombies. Although it was shaking slightly under the siege of ghosts, it still seemed unshakable in a short time.

What Kong Xuyang said was right, the trump card he hid would last until he found all the almanacs.

If Huang Li hides the key to the game as Bai Liu said, wouldn't Kong Xuyang really win as he said?

Besides, Bai Liu and these ghosts are outside the wall, and I don't know how long Bai Liu can last...

The fangs around Mu Sicheng's mouth grew longer and longer, his face was a blue color close to that of a corpse, and his breathing became rapid. He visually measured the distance between him and Kong Xuyang.

This distance can be filled by a burst, that is to say, he can suddenly rush over to carry out a surprise attack, steal the almanac on Kong Xuyang's waist and throw it outside the zombie wall.

But if he rushes over forcibly, the zombie behind Mu Sicheng will definitely tease him again, and Kong Xuyang will be furious and will definitely kill him. Under the double offensive of the zombie and Kong Xuyang, Mu Sicheng feels that he It won't last long before it will burp.

... I just don't know if Bai Liu can decrypt it in time after getting this thing, find out the secret of that Taoist zombie, and then come to rescue him.

With so many steps, it is absolutely too late to cooperate, and he will probably be cold if he insists on it.

Mu Sicheng took a deep breath——

But I don't know why, when he thinks that the person outside is Bai Liu, no matter how outrageous the operation is, he still thinks it's okay——

—a gamble!

Mu Sicheng stared at the calendar on Kong Xuyang's waist, took a deep breath, lowered his body, and flashed his right paw, rushed over and scratched Kong Xuyang's waist, almost at the same time, the zombie behind him followed closely, The body swayed and there was an afterimage, and he opened his mouth wide and was about to bite Mu Sicheng's back fiercely.

Kong Xuyang's reaction was also extremely quick, before the anger in his eyes surfaced, the dagger in his hand was swung backhanded, and swung out from his waist, swaying away Mu Sicheng's outstretched claws.

But what Kong Xuyang didn't expect was that Mu Sicheng didn't turn over to block the zombies behind him as he expected, but ignored Kong Xuyang's dagger with his right paw and pulled it forward, pulling Kong Xuyang to his front.

In Kong Xuyang's stunned and unprepared eyes, Mu Sicheng was bitten fiercely on the back by the zombie behind him, and then used his left hand to snatch Huang Li from Kong Xuyang's waist, and also snatched away the unresponsive Yang Zhigang threw the almanac out of the cemetery, squeezed it into a ball and threw it out, and said sharply: "Bai Liu, the almanac is out!"

The zombie behind Mu Sicheng bit him tightly, and he choked on a mouthful of black blood from the bite.

From the place where the zombie was bitten, the corpse poison was poured into Mu Sicheng's body continuously, and his complexion deteriorated in an instant.

Mu Sicheng propped his hands on the ground, gasping for breath, with a foul smell in his breath, his eyes were darkened, his fangs grew so close to his jaw, and a bloodthirsty roar came from his throat.

Kong Xuyang watched helplessly as Mu Sicheng threw out the yellow calendar he had collected so hard. He was so angry that every muscle on his face trembled uncontrollably. It was about to penetrate Mu Sicheng's heart fiercely: "Mu Sicheng——!!"

The point of the short knife pierced Mu Sicheng's back, but it seemed to be pierced on some tough animal leather, and it couldn't penetrate it anymore, and it was curled up.

Kong Xuyang paused, and his face changed suddenly.

Oops!

After being bitten twice in a row, Mu Sicheng's mental value dropped by twenty!

[System warning: Player Mu Sicheng's mental value has dropped to 17, and he has entered a frenzied state of the panel! 】

Mu Sicheng slowly raised his scarlet eyes, turned his head on one side, turned his shoulders a few times rubbing his fists, and stood up against the zombie that was still biting him on his back. The two monkey paws looked down at Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi who were constantly retreating, and raised their eyebrows slowly:

"No wonder Bai Liu left me here and was in no hurry to save me."

"It turns out that this game has such a crazy setting." Mu Sicheng stretched out his tongue to lick away the blood stains around his mouth, with a faint red light in his eyes, he opened his mouth and smiled evilly, "It's really interesting, I like it."

Kong Xuyang's voice was sharp and piercing, and he formed a palm with one hand: "The zombie is back! Protect me!"

The zombie wall surrounding Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi quickly shrank inward.

These zombie walls were shrunk while being beaten by Mu Sicheng, barely shrunk to half, the size was no longer comparable to before, Kong Xuyang's face was pale, he had no blood at all, he tried to control it with a talisman These zombies resisted, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, and weakly urged Yang Zhi: "Quick, dig!"

Yang Zhiqiang resisted not looking out, and devoted himself to digging the grave, his eyes were red, his breathing was short of breath, his hands were exerting force, and he dug quickly under the compulsion of the desire to survive.

There is no point in doing anything now, only digging graves to end the game quickly!

Yang Zhiqiang calmed himself down, swung his arms left and right, and dug two graves at the same time. As a result, Yang Zhi noticed something was wrong halfway through the two graves.

The burial objects in this grave include all kinds of incomplete and exquisite ancient gold and silver jewelry and Chinese porcelain. In the middle is a good-sized lambskin diary. It is not an almanac. English alphabet.

Yang Zhi dug a few more times full of doubts, and saw a foreign-style hexagonal coffin. He lifted the lid of the coffin and looked into the grave. He screamed in shock, sat down on the ground, and kicked his legs back for a while. After a few steps, he pointed into the coffin with trembling fingers, and said in a trembling voice, "Kong, Brother Kong, look at the people in the coffin..."

Kong Xuyang followed Yang Zhi's fingers, subconsciously looked into the coffin, and also froze.

Inside the coffin lay two corpses dressed in foreign clothes. The two corpses were dressed in foreign clothes and lined with Taoist robes. The strange thing is their faces.

The faces of these two corpses were exactly the same as those of Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.

Yang Zhi was so frightened that he backed away again and again, his voice was full of tears: "Brother Kong, what's going on?! How can there be corpses here that look the same as ours!"

Kong Xuyang stared at the two corpses motionlessly as if in a nightmare, his face turned green and white for a while, and he muttered to himself:

"The tomb robber who stole things from Yinshan Village a hundred years later, the fake foreign devil who robbed Yinshan Village a hundred years ago..."

"If the Taoist priests of Maoshan's sorcery are in Shouyin Mountain Village, then the upright warlocks of Maoshan Mountain should be..."

In the blink of an eye, everything was connected in Kong Xuyang's mind. He flipped open the book of Maoshan Taoism that he had stolen from the back of the temple, but he didn't see any notes. Then Kong Xuyang seemed to suddenly think of it. What, stack the books upright and look to the side.

On the side pages it reads in English:

[On April 1901, 4, two masters were specially invited to help us break through Yinshan Village with decent techniques, and we will thank you very much afterwards].