[Infinite Stream] Destiny Rubik's Cube

A row of dark mud huts all had their doors closed. Zhou Qi's family knocked on them one by one, but there were very few people who answered the door.Some were so noisy that they had no choice but to open the door. They poked out half of their heads from the crack of the door and saw that it was an outsider. Immediately, disgust flashed across their black and red faces, and they hurriedly slammed the door shut. The movement, but also off the lock.

"Are you tourists from Sangjiyo? Go straight south and find a large yard surrounded by fences. The one with a Tibetan mastiff tied to the door is Sangji's house."

After knocking on the door I don't know, a kind-hearted little girl finally pointed out the way.

A group of people stepped on the soft soil anxiously, walked through the rough alleys, and searched for the south.

The sun had completely set.

In the darkness, everything looked terrible.

Along the way, Ouhuang Jiang Yu kept stepping on wet cow dung, and while he was cursing and greeting his ancestors, he finally arrived at the Sangji compound.

It is impossible to knock on the door, there is a vicious patron saint outside the door.So outside a waist-high wooden fence, a group of people looked at the furiously barking Tibetan Mastiff.

Zhou Qi was very surprised, he had never seen such a tall and mighty dog, standing taller than a human.The big dog has black fur and a red tongue. Its tongue is dripping with saliva. Its two black eyes are shining coldly in the dark. Its teeth are sharp enough to crush the hardest bone in the world. With an iron chain around its neck, it roars vigorously. The claws dug the mud out of the big hole.

The tyrannical barking lasted for a while, and the fence gate behind it slowly opened.

A middle-aged man with a bright yellow hood came out with a flashlight. His face was frighteningly black, a mess of dirty hair was tied behind his head with a bundle of red strings, and several hideous blue veins protruded from his temples. .

Nobody likes his looks.

"You are Sanji?" Xu Chi asked.

The man kicked the Tibetan mastiff that was jumping excitedly, and the dog seemed to be choked, turned around in a circle, and lay down quietly, with only a pair of fierce eyes still staring at people greedily.

"It's coming? Just come." Sangji glanced at Xu Chi, and then briefly glanced at the crowd behind him, "I was afraid that you wouldn't come. Huh? Why are there so few people?"

"Dead." Xu Chi said.

Sangji nodded, but he didn't even ask how he died, only where he died and where the body was.

Zhou Qi stretched out his hand and pointed: "It's lying at the entrance of the village."

Sanji shook his head, showing disapproval, but didn't say anything, and let a group of people enter the yard.

Dried cow dung can be burned and used as charcoal, which is very useful.

The smell of dung smoke and yogurt scum was everywhere.

After drinking hot brick tea, twenty or so people numbly crowded into a warehouse stacked with groceries, next to each other like a pen of cattle.There is a painting of Buddha on one wall of the warehouse: this is a Buddha with three eyes and six arms, a black body, a big bloody mouth, a skull crown, human skin, a human head chain, and a skull. The bowl looks terrible.If you look at it more, you will have nightmares when you sleep later.

"Hey, Brother Jiao, I'm so scared." Zhou Qi, a man nearly 1.9 meters tall, covered his eyes and went straight into Xu Chi's arms.

You are afraid of a fart!

Xu Chi sat leaning against the wall, with a wooden face, and raised his hand heavily, wanting to slap this coquette to death, but when he landed, he changed his mind temporarily, and the force was as light as a tickle.

Forget it, educating children still cannot rely on beating and scolding.

Jiang Yu watched from the side, while spurning Zhou Qi, her heart itched unbearably, and she followed suit, screaming strangely and throwing herself into Ren Simiao's arms: "Sister Ren, the Lun family is also very scared!"

Ren Simiao and Leng Qiu were head-to-head whispering, and they slapped him with a wave of his hand: "Who is Lun, talk to me! Go away, go away! What kind of chair does a straight man pretend to be?"

Jiang Yu hugged his reddened arm, pouted aggrievedly: "..."

No, they are both human, so why is there such a big gap?

A few of them made a little noise, which attracted many people's attention.

The main reason is that people die at the beginning of the game, and the situation is dangerous. In the room, everyone is almost the same sad face, and only in this corner can there be heartless teasing and choking sounds.

So it looks very eye-catching.

Many people scolded this group of mentally retarded people in their hearts, they are still wandering when they are dying.

Having said that, the five of them were also uneasy.

But due to the iron law that like attracts like, they are not the ones who show anxiety and fear on their faces.

Leng Qiu was amused by Jiang Yuwan's expression as if she had eaten a fly, and her fear was dispelled a lot at once. She raised her eyes and looked around, and caught a familiar figure.

The other party was covered with a black smock commonly seen in a certain religion, tightly covered, with only a pair of eyes exposed.

Facing Leng Qiu's fixed gaze, those beautiful eyes bowed politely.

Leng Qiu thought for a while, leaned close to Xu Chi with his eyes closed, covered his mouth and reported her findings in a low voice.

Xu Chi snorted through his nose, assuming he knew it.

Leng Qiu then retreated back.

"What did the little girl Pianzi whisper to you?"

The head stuck in his arms arched indiscriminately and asked vaguely.In just 10 minutes, Zhou Qi really fell asleep, and now he spoke lazily and hoarsely, showing impatience for being woken up.

Xu Chi kept his original posture and said, "Xiao Qiu said that Christine is also there."

"Oh." Zhou Qi turned over, lay face up on Xu Chi's lap, and closed his eyes, "Is it a coincidence?"

"do not know."

"Maybe she was trying to follow us." Zhou Qi shrugged his brows, "No matter how you look at it, there is something wrong with that woman, she doesn't look like a good person."

Xu Chi didn't make a statement and remained silent.

"Besides, she seems to be quite..." Zhou Qi frowned, with the tip of his tongue on his palate, carefully choosing his words, and chose the most decent one, "I admire you very much."

"Really?" Xu Chi's reaction was flat.

"..."

Are you blind to see?

Zhou Qi rolled his eyes in his heart, declared his anger unilaterally, and stopped talking.

Xu Chi looked down at him, his eyes flicked inch by inch, and stopped on the broken eyebrow.His fingertips moved, maybe he wanted to press it, but he held back after all.

"How did you get that scar on your eyebrow?" he asked.

Zhou Qi's body was obviously stiff, and he opened his eyes suddenly.

Looking at each other for two seconds, the exploration in Xu Chi's eyes became more intense, but Zhou Qi closed his eyes again without saying a word, turned sideways, and buried his face in his stomach vigorously.

"Ask you a question?" Xu Chi tugged at that ear.

"I don't remember." Zhou Qi patted his hand away and replied in a muffled voice, "I'll ask you again."

In the early hours of the morning, it was just dawn.

Sanji stepped heavily and pushed the door open with a creak.

"Wake up, come here to help."

A rough voice roared loudly in his ears.

"What are you going to do?" someone asked.

"Go to the entrance of the village to carry the corpses of your people. It will be too late when the sun comes out, hurry up."

When they heard that the corpse was being moved, no one dared to say anything.You know, those young men who died suddenly died after moving the cow carcass. The ghost knows that there is something unclean on the body.

In the silence, displeasure flashed across Sanji's coal-black face: "Hmph, don't blame me for not reminding you, if the corpses are not disposed of as soon as possible, you will all die as soon as the sun comes out."

After speaking, the people in the room started to commotion, you looked at me, I looked at you, talking a lot.

At this time, Zhou Qi stood up: "Tell me, how many people do you want?"

Sanji asked, "How many people died?"

Immediately someone answered loudly: "Four!"

"That's four." Sangji said, "one alive and one dead, one more will not work, and one less will not work."

"Why do you use the back?" Zhou Qi questioned, "Can't you use the lift in a team of two?"

Sangji laughed hoarsely, and said meaningfully: "Young man, stop talking nonsense, rules are rules, and it's all for your own good."

In the end, besides Zhou Qi and Xu Chi, there were two tall and mighty men who volunteered to carry the corpse.Both are veterans from the Northeast, and they look a bit alike, with thick eyebrows, big eyes, and rectangular faces.After exchanging pleasantries, I realized that they were a pair of cousins, one named Wu Changjiang and the other named Wu Huanghe.

How should I put it, they are all very domineering names.

He also looks domineering.

Before leaving, Zhou Qi appeased the three of Ren Simiao who were worried even though they didn't show it, and said a tiger-wolf saying that if I don't go to hell, who will go to hell, pretending to be like that.

However, none of the three joined in.

Jiang Yu hehe twice: "A few dishes, drink like this."

Ren Simiao rolled his eyes: "If you chew two more peanuts, your mind will be clearer than now."

Leng Qiu spread his hands: "You don't understand, if you don't get drunk, let everyone get drunk."

Zhou Qi: "..."

Zhou Qi looked at Xu Chi.

Xu Chiqing coughed and looked up at the sky: "Yes, yes."

Zhou Qi: "..."

When I went out, it was a vast expanse of whiteness outside.

A thick white mist formed on the lake outside the village, and the fog twisted silently and spread into the village, greatly reducing visibility.

Sangji walked ahead with a sack on his back, wearing a bright yellow hood, knocking on the wooden fish.

The fog parted in front of him and quickly closed behind him.

He walked very fast, but his feet were a little slower, and he could only hear the sound of the wooden fish, but his back was nowhere to be seen.

After rushing for a quarter of an hour, they arrived at the entrance of the village, groping and confirming the location of the corpse based on their memory.

The unfortunate four victims lay on the side of the road in different shapes all night. They had already stiffened into sculptures.

Wu Changjiang and Wu Huanghe were so smoked that they shed tears, squatting next to a dead body, wiping his eyes and scratching his head.

"What the fuck, this stinks, what's the matter?"

"What else can I do? Let's just get started, it takes a lot of effort to do things, what's the use of grinding and chirping?"

"It's like a poison gas bomb, can you get it right? Don't talk nonsense all day long, are you a tiger?"

"Okay, I am a tiger, as long as you can, what do you say?"

"I want to know, can I still ask you?"

The two used Northeast dialect to each other, and Zhou Qi listened to it with great interest, so he almost moved a small bench to listen to the free Errenzhuan.

Xu Chi walked around, observed the four corpses one by one, and looked at Sangji.

Sangji was bending down and taking out a golden bundle from the sack. The bundle was opened, and there were neatly folded clothes-like things inside. When he lifted it and shook it open, it was a piece of leather made up of countless irregular pieces. Intricate scriptures were carved into the leather, darkened with age.

Sanji said that this is the most holy cassock, and it is worn on the body when carrying the corpse, which can isolate evil spirits and prevent you from losing yourself.

Zhou Qi took the cassock and touched it. It was soft and smooth to the touch, reminiscent of bad things, and nauseated for a while.

"Shouldn't this be..."

"You guessed it right." Xu Chi put on the so-called cassock without any psychological barriers, chose a corpse on the back at random, and raised his chin, "Let's go."

Zhou Qi: "..."

Sure enough, ginger is still old and spicy.

When the four corpse-carriers held their noses and took their positions, Sangji nodded in satisfaction and continued to knock on the wooden fish: "Om Mani Padme Hum, come with me."

I don't know whether it is a psychological effect or the sense of smell has adapted, but Zhou Qi feels that after putting on the "cassock", the pungent corpse odor has indeed eased.

He was carrying a middle-aged man in his 40s, whose true colors could no longer be seen after death.The man opened his mouth in pain and closed his eyes half-closed. The mist in his eyes merged with the dense fog around him. Drops of unknown liquid flowed out from his nails, dripped under his feet, and seeped into the soft ground.

One step, two steps, three steps, they went around the village and walked up the mountain.

The heart that was beating wildly due to fear at first gradually slowed down, and Zhou Qi suddenly felt unprecedentedly calm.

He is like a kudha monk carrying the god of death on his back. Every time he takes a step, he is re-perceiving the so-called unbearable weight of life.

The road to the mountain is long and rugged.

Zhou Qi gradually realized that the corpse on his back was really fucking heavy.

This kind of weight is the weight that exists objectively, and it tends to get heavier and heavier. In the end, his kneecaps were overwhelmed and made a dangerous clicking sound.

When he realized something was wrong, and gritted his teeth and looked back, his heart suddenly turned cold, and his body broke out in cold sweat.

Where else are there men in their 40s?

What he carried on his back was clearly a dry skeleton!

The skeleton was shaking its sharp teeth, and tightened the bony hands around his neck.

Zhou Qi wanted to call for help at the first moment, but couldn't make a sound.He felt the air-conditioning blowing over his ears, and the skeleton spoke out, it was a soft woman's voice: "Give me, give me your heart, hehe, hehe."