I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

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The hoarse sound of the door was like the last sigh of a dying old man, breaking Song Guicheng's distracted thoughts.

In order to avoid the old routine of opening the door and killing, he turned sideways as soon as he pushed the door open and just looked inside through the crack.

The room in front of him was deathly silent and dark, with only the sound of wind passing through the hall. The foul and cold air seeped into his lungs, making him shiver.

Song Guicheng kept his nerves extremely tense, not missing even the slightest movement. One second, two seconds... Five minutes later, when there was no unusual sound in the room, he mustered up the courage to push the door open and go in.

He turned on the flashlight in his hand again, and the bright light instantly replaced the darkness in the room.

Song Guicheng was stunned.

The room was empty and silent. Nothing was placed inside, not even basic furniture. Apart from the four walls, there was only endless darkness and Song Guicheng standing in the darkness.

Before pushing open the door, he imagined many scenes inside the door: endless stairs, an abyss shrouded in fog, a female ghost with blood all over the ground... However, the reality was always contrary to his thoughts, and there was nothing inside.

The air was filled with the smell of decaying dust, and the silence of the night was woven into a soft fabric, as calm as the surface of a lake.

But it is this kind of calmness that makes it seem even more weird.

Wind, Song Guicheng felt the wind again. All the dust around him was carried up into the sky by the wind. He seemed to hear the sound of dust rubbing against the air.

His heart suddenly tightened, and he turned the flashlight in another direction as if he had sensed something, then looked upwards.

He saw his shadow projected onto the wall above his head. An upside-down broken altar split his originally complete shadow and pulled it into deformation.

Song Guicheng's eyes suddenly widened, his pupils trembled slightly, and under the impact of the violent scene, he stood there in a daze.

The air seemed to be distorted, and even the human body was distorted. His breath was suddenly grasped by an invisible hand, forcing him to hold on and not fall to the ground.

Broken stone pillars and stone tablets stood on the wall above his head. Even from a small part of it, one could still sense a kind of pressure that made one want to surrender.

Song Guicheng suppressed his shock and looked at the stone tablet from a different angle. The stone tablet was engraved with various mysterious totems and symbols, which were simple and elegant with exquisite craftsmanship.

The stone tablet is broken and the totem is incomplete, but it does not affect the solemnity it exudes.

Song Guicheng squinted his eyes and observed carefully. The few symbols he could understand were the sun, moon, sky and earth. The rest of the symbols were too complicated or incomplete, making it impossible to understand their meaning.

Even from these incomplete corners, one can get a glimpse of the grandeur and solemnity of the complete altar. This heart-stirring pressure is just the tip of the iceberg.

Song Guicheng's brain was working fast. It was really strange that this altar appeared here. It was hanging upside down and broken. Every detail was worth pondering.

Altar, who is it for? What is it for?

Since there is a sacrifice, there must be a request.

Who is asking for something, and what is it?

The most important thing is, what is the relationship between these and the main quest.

There were many questions in his mind, urging Song Guicheng to hold the flashlight tightly in his hand.

and many more!

Song Guicheng's eyes narrowed.

Just now his attention was completely attracted by the symbols engraved on the stone tablet, and he didn't notice that in fact those symbols formed a circle, worshipping the pattern in the middle like stars surrounding the moon.

It seemed to be half a face, with eyes slightly closed, overlooking all living beings with a majestic and mysterious attitude, which was awe-inspiring.

It was only half a face, but Song Guicheng still recognized it.

His eyebrows were deep, his eyes were cold and ruthless, and he would never forget it until his death.

Song Guicheng murmured a name unconsciously: "Wu...Zhi."

As if some signal had been triggered suddenly, the system's electronic sound suddenly popped up:

[Player Song Guicheng triggers the side quest: Awakening the altar spirit. ]

[Mission successful, reward: unknown. ]

[Mission failed, punishment: unknown. ]

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Five minutes had passed since the system released the task, and Song Guicheng was still sitting on the ground without moving.

At this moment, he didn't care about the dust on the ground. He was so shocked by the task issued by the system that he was dizzy and fell to the ground. He didn't react until his thigh was hurt by the marble.

No, what is the system diagram?

Instead of asking him to awaken the spirit of the altar, why not let him go to heaven?

The door behind him had turned into a void of darkness without him knowing. He took a few tentative steps forward, but ended up back where he was.

Gan!

Song Guicheng heard his heartbeat like a drum, but thanks to his good psychological quality, the more urgent the situation was, the more he could calm down and think.

He carefully recalled the wording of the task issued by the system just now, "Player Song Guicheng triggers the side quest", which was equivalent to specifying him.

His hands tightened, from the beginning when he fell into this world and was separated from others, to the glass beads rolling down at the door of 508, to his discovery of the altar, and finally to the assignment of him to complete the task.

A series of coincidences made Song Guicheng suspect that this was a long-planned conspiracy.

Whose? The system? Wu Zhi? Or, both of them.

No matter who he is, he can be sure of one thing: there is some connection between the system and Wu Zhi.

Putting all this aside, he still had a question that had not been answered for a long time.

——Why yourself?

His life in the past 24 years was not happy, but not strange either. He had never encountered any supernatural events. The only thing was that he had no memory before the age of 10.

It’s not because I started to remember things late that my memory is vague, but it’s a blank, as if my life had skipped those 10 years and my life only started counting from the age of 10.

He began to suspect that everything that happened to him, whether it was being suddenly pulled into the "Soul-Tracing Game", being targeted by the system, or being locked by Wu Zhi, was closely related to the memory he had lost.

Awaken the altar spirit, the reward is unknown, the punishment is unknown.

But one thing is certain, if he does nothing, the end result will be being imprisoned in this dark space, starving to death, dying of thirst or committing suicide.

What is needed to awaken the spirit in the altar?

He suddenly remembered Yang Hanhai's tearful words in the "Jie Si Luo" copy: "I am willing to sacrifice my body and soul..."

The two most precious things in life are the body and the soul. Only when you possess both of them can you be a real person.

The gods will accept this pious and precious tribute and fulfill people's wishes.

When there is a sacrifice, there is a request.

Similarly, there is sacrifice only when there is something to ask for.

Everyone has different desires buried in their hearts, such as money, love, and life span...those things that are locked up in shackles will burst out at certain moments.

Song Guicheng also has a lock in his heart, and he also has something to ask for.

He stared into the lonely night and pondered for a long time. The darkness he had seen was different from every time before. The darkness in his eyes was gentle and quiet, luring him into a deeper quagmire.

Gained briefly, then lost forever.

It seemed to be an irresistible fate since he was born.

Now it seemed that there was something he could possess placed in front of him, and the night whispered, tempting him.

He took the bait willingly.

Dear God.

Song Guicheng bit his finger and blood gushed out. As if he didn't feel the pain, he began to draw the god's eyebrows and eyes with blood, stroke by stroke.

My dear God.

You have such handsome eyes and eyebrows.

Your heart is as cold as ice that has not melted for thousands of years.

Your hands were around my neck.

You have put me to death several times.

You have saved me from despair many times.

I surrender to you.

I obey you.

There is only one thing I ask for,

My dear God,

Don't you ever hurt me again.

Let me be in the dream I created,

A lifetime of rain.