Infinite weird games

The scene in front of me was covered with a thin layer of red, and the color was turned into dirty clumps, overflowing on the dark background.

Zeiss felt like he was split in half. The other half of him followed the temptations, whispering to him to give up resistance, and just sank in and listened to his instincts;

The other half of him rose to the top of his head as if his soul was out of his body, fixed in the sky, overlooking his body from a high place, and described the objective scene to him coldly and mockingly.

‘At this moment you are in a nightmare illusion, the smell of meat you smell is the rotten stench, and the soup you are obsessed with is the pus from the corpse. ’

The superior man said to him in a mysterious tone, like a divine decree.

In an instant, he looked at each other with a pair of scarlet eyes through the many demons and demons. The chaotic darkness in the depths of the ocean of consciousness seemed to be split open by a bloody light, and reason once again took the dominant position.

The fear dissipated as soon as I was born, and I didn't even have time to think about it.

Qisi bowed his waist and laughed softly: "If I really put that thing into my mouth, I'm afraid I would be so disgusted that I would kill myself on the spot... In comparison, I still feel that living is better."

The pungent fishy smell hit your face, this is the original smell of mucus all over the floor. Qisi was glad that he woke up in time and didn't bite the village chief's fleshy tumor.

The smell of meat has long since dissipated, leaving only the fishy smell of pus, which is nauseating. The consciousness gradually wakes up under multiple stimulations, and the complicated pictures slowly settle.

Zeiss leaned on the door frame. The brief loss of strength made it difficult for him to stand upright, and he could only rely on the wooden structure to support his body.

The situation of other players was even worse. Yang Yundong, Zhao Feng and Zhu Ling were staggering around. Fortunately, they could still maintain their consciousness. Although saliva from appetite hung on the corners of their mouths, they did not actually eat the mucus in their mouths.

The tattooed woman and Zhang Lizai couldn't help but reach out to grab the mucus on the ground and put it into their mouths. They pushed and pulled their hands with great anxiety and seemed to be fighting against their willpower.

Allen was lying completely on the ground, greedily sticking out his tongue to lick the mucus flowing on the surface. He swallowed the mucus in large gulps, his throat rolling as he swallowed it all.

Zeiss saw that flesh-colored pus began to ooze from his body surface, which was no different from the surface of the sarcoma in the main room. His limbs deflated as if they were melting, and gradually lost their original shape, and merged with the mucus on the ground.

Soon, only his upper body and head were left lying on the ground, his mouth still swallowing in a big way.

Realizing that Qisi was looking at him, he raised his head, his eyes full of confusion: "Why don't you eat? Aren't you hungry?"

He said, slowly flowing in the direction of Qis.

"I'm not hungry. If you are hungry, just keep quiet and take care of yourself." Qisi took a step back and made an inappropriate joke, "But with your cultural background, your parents should have never taught you to eat. Silent, silent in bed'.

Allen didn't know how much he understood, but he continued to persuade persistently: "It's best to eat such a good thing together..."

Qiss pretended not to hear and continued to search around with his eyes: "Don't you notice anything is wrong?"

Allen's head chuckled: "What's wrong? It's obviously delicious..."

He ate the slime on the ground again.

At the same time, as if realizing that Qiss was not affected, clusters of flesh-colored mucus gathered in clusters and rushed towards the main house, climbing up along Qiss's heels.

The door of the distant house was closed at some point, and the cracks in the door were blocked by semi-solid slime. The ground as far as the eye can see is covered with a flesh-colored film, surging flexibly, blocking all conceivable escape routes.

Ziss maintained an almost indifferent calm and looked around silently. Fragmented pictures and scenes flashed back in front of his eyes, like silhouettes of photos.

——The ceiling that blocks the sun, the main room with the windows covered, the sarcoma curled up on the bed...

——The villagers only come out at night...

The clues are arranged in order, and the hint is very clear.

Ziss noticed that there was a huge window facing the south in the main house. It was paper-covered and airtight, but it could be easily broken open by applying force from the middle.

The south side faces the sun.

The moment his mind completed the deduction, he reacted quickly. Qisi snatched the knife from the hand of Yang Yundong, who was lying on the side, and threw it towards the south-facing window behind the sarcoma.

With 100% of the strength used, Pu Dao turned into a gray shadow and stabbed the window lattice. With a "pop" sound, a hole was opened in the window, followed by a "crash" sound of glass shattering.

The pale sunlight shines in from the outside. Although it is weak and weak, it still means a ray of light.

The originally dark and cold main house was illuminated, and the sunshine without warmth shone equally and fairly on every part of the house. The dark, smooth, mixed, and pure parts were all bathed in the soft sunlight.

A piercing scream sounded loudly, and the tail tone quickly weakened at a speed perceptible to human ears, and finally turned into a feeble moan.

The sarcoma-shaped village chief slumped down like a balloon that had been drained of air, and his flesh-colored body surface quickly became transparent. The half-melted face was twisted ferociously into various expressions, ranging from anger to fear. The mouth that is almost integrated with the body opens and closes, muttering something.

Qisi leaned over and listened carefully, and only heard a short sentence: "God cursed us..."

He had to listen to his last words for a while longer, but the village chief's sarcoma had completely melted into a puddle of translucent fluid, which was crystal clear in the sunlight, and the backlight showed the appearance of a white gel, just like what Su Po had brought out last night. That pot of divine meat.

Qisi seemed to have thought of some novel joke, and the corners of his lips rose uncontrollably.

He took a step forward, pulled out the stuck knife from the south-facing window, and scratched the gel formed by the village chief. As expected, golden liquid overflowed from the gap.

At this point, it can be confirmed that the village chief has completely become the sacred meat that the players need, which is pollution-free and edible.

I can't say whether this ending is good or bad, but it is definitely full of drama and humor.

Qisi smiled, turned back to the door of the main house with a simple knife, and saw Yang Yundong still lying limply on the ground.

The moment the sun shines into the house, the confusion caused by sarcoma and mucus to the mind stops abruptly. The players' consciousness begins to slowly recover, but it will take a while before they can fully regain their ability to move.

In such a huge house, only Qisi can stand up straight.

In other words, he is now taking life and death from these players.

After realizing this, Qisi lowered his eyes and looked at the Pu Dao in his right hand. His left hand was placed on the side of his leg, tapping it one after another.

He thought seriously.

As long as you kill all the people in front of you, and then go back to Su Po's house to kill Zhou Yilin, you can undoubtedly complete the transaction with the god-level NPC, trigger the guaranteed death toll mechanism, and clear the level directly.

But this is equivalent to giving up the completion of the copy and the world view.

After all, after becoming the only survivor, the dungeon will directly guide the player to a confusing NE ending, and many death points containing clues will not be triggered.

The dungeon will only end in four days, and there are many mechanisms that require human lives to be verified. It would be too wasteful to kill them all here.

What's more, veteran players who enter the dungeon for the third time don't know if they will have a back-up plan. If they are forced to fight to the death, the gain outweighs the loss.

It only took a second to think about all the details. Qisi half-closed his eyes to hide the malice brewing in his eyes, and casually threw the knife back to Yang Yundong.

Under the sunshine, he swept away his previous gloom and smiled brightly: "Thank you, Brother Yang, for borrowing the knife. The knife is very useful."

Yang Yundong caught the Pu Dao and let out a deep breath, his back soaked in cold sweat.

He raised his eyes and looked into Qiss's eyes, hesitated for a long time, and finally said nothing.