I'm a god in the infinite game

Bai Liu looked up at the last mural on the ceiling.

This last mural is a long painting with a blood-red background, which is relatively vague. It seems to connect the things that appeared in the previous paintings together.

The bride in the coffin jumped out, covered her head and rode on the shoulders of some people with dark faces. Xipa flickered and walked somewhere, and there were some ghosts with distorted faces crawling on the ground beside the bride, Bai Liu Looking back, there are some bamboo frames lifted high by the ghosts, and many wine jars like those under the feet of Bailiu are piled up on the bamboo frames.

The wine jars seemed to be opened, and Bai Sensen's arms were stretched around the wine jars.

Some of the pictures in the middle are blurred, and I can't see what is painted clearly. I can only see the inscription next to the picture [... Gengzi Year Renchen Moon Guichou Day, everything is inappropriate. Those who enter the village...]

A line of small characters next to it reads [specific matters, set out in the village calendar. 】

The last is the Taoist zombie, holding a peach wood sword in his left hand and pointing to the sky, with his right elbow resting on the floating dust, half of his face is a benevolent Taoist, pity all living beings, and half is a zombie, with a blue face and fangs.

Yi Duan sat on the altar, and under the altar were countless distorted ghosts. These ghosts twisted and screamed in the black smoke under the altar, and swollen and drowned faces emerged, arching the altar Go to the entrance of the village.

At the entrance of the village, there were countless people standing faintly. These people were holding swords and axes, holding oil pans, dragging iron chains, wearing some kind of strange round hats, and wearing short black boots in the style of oxen and sheep feet. With grinning teeth and a hideous face, he is not so much a human being as he is a little ghost who escaped from the eighteenth hell.

Judging from their appearance, these little ghosts were the ones who had dragged away the men from Yinshan Village before.

These little ghosts rushed straight to Yinshan Village, and met the zombie Taoist who came out from the entrance of the village. The zombie Taoist glared, raised his sword and slashed down.

The two "people" and horses seemed to be fighting fiercely at the entrance of the village.

The painting behind was blurred again, Bai Liu looked towards the end of the mural.

The entrance of the village was bleeding like a river, and there were corpses everywhere, covered with white bones, except for the Taoist who had all turned into zombies, propping up his body with a sword, standing in the center of the village entrance with a sinister face, black hair growing on his hands and feet, and fangs. His teeth were bared, and his mouth was full of blood.

The inscription next to it is [the descendants of Yinshan Village abandoned the ancestral tomb and built this tomb for (fuzzy) Taoist priests and ancestors. 】

When Bai Liu finished watching the last mural, there was no place for him to stay around. The wine jar was pressed tightly against Bai Liu's calf, and Bai Liu could kick it down if he moved.

The wine jar has a thin mouth and a thick body, and the sealing paper is extremely thin. If it has been left for such a long time, it is estimated that the sealing paper will crack if it is poured on the ground, and the contents of the wine jar will crawl out.

Another secret room, surrounded by these wine jars, it seems that there is no way out.

Bai Liu calmly held up the candlestick and looked around, then suddenly stepped on a certain wine jar.

The wine jars surrounding him shook a few times and gathered in the middle. After colliding with each other, these wine jars seemed to feel that Bai Liu had disappeared from the crowd, so they stood still.

Bai Liu also stood still, but after a while, a human face was pushed out on the sealing paper of the wine jar.

The nose on the face of the person on the paper is moving, as if smelling the smell of Bai Liu, and then the wine jars slowly move towards the wine jar where Bai Liu is standing.

Bai Liu waited until these wine jars approached the one he was standing on again, then changed to another wine jar and continued to stand. He looked at these wine jars peacefully, and said in his heart that it was true.

These wine jars contained the bones of drowned people, that is, the "body" of those ghosts. Those ghosts who ran out were just ghosts and ghosts, and the real corpses of millions of people were still here.

According to the theory of Taoism, after the soul leaves the body, the bones are just bones, and will not transform into evil. In short, it is safe.

As soon as Bai Liu and the others entered the tomb, they encountered many ghosts near the loose-leaf door, which means that many wine jars in this tomb must be "empty", that is, the wine after the ghosts left their bodies. earthen jar.

In other words, these wine jars will not move.

Bai Liu sifts out the wine jars that move, and chooses the ones that don't move to stand on. Even if he crushes the sealing paper of the wine jars, it's nothing, because it's just a dead body without a soul.

The moving wine jar was obviously trapped inside by the red thread of the sealing paper. According to the Taoist theory, these things are all Yin objects, and it takes the help of the yang energy of a living person to break open the jar and see the light again, so the billionaires tried to use the white willow The man in the world smashed the jar or the sealing paper.

If ordinary people entered this partial tomb, they just had to walk around, and those wine jars would be kicked unknowingly in the way of the other person's walking, and as long as the jars fell, the contents would come out as they wished.

And as long as there is a ghost coming out, in order to avoid the ghost, the people who come in will move a lot, and there will be more wine jars that will be smashed.

After this person's yang energy is exhausted, he will be consumed by the ghosts to death here, and he will also become a wine jar here.

That is to say, after entering this tomb, it is determined not to move.

As for Bai Liu, this strange creature, after he came in, he looked at the murals for more than half an hour. No matter how the wine jar moved, he didn't move his feet. It wasn't until Bai Liu could see clearly all the wine jars that had been moved in the tomb. He chose one of them calmly, and stepped on it slowly.

Moving left and right will touch the wine jar, but moving up and down will not.

And now Bai Liu is moving on a plane higher than these wine jars, it is these wine jars that are chasing him, and the more these wine jars run, the more conspicuous those wine jars that are not moving will be.

Bai Liu remembered that when the candle was extinguished when entering the tomb, five ghosts imitating him and five ghosts imitating Mu Sicheng appeared.

Assuming that the ten ghosts all came out of this partial tomb, it can be deduced that there are about ten jars in this tomb that are safe.

Bai Liu glanced at the immovable jars in the tomb, and there were exactly ten jars.

Although the possibility that his deduction is wrong cannot be ruled out, if one of the ten jars is not fond of moving, Bai Liu will instantly gg when he steps on it, but Bai Liu feels that he doesn't seem to care about this risk when doing things, he has always been Go in the direction of the greatest possibility and the greatest benefit, and don't really care whether you will die halfway.

Bai Liu felt like he was a consequentialist.

He glanced at the ten jars, connected them into a line with his eyes, and then paused.

These ten jars are connected together to form a character [出], but this character [出] is a little less, and there is no head. The point is in the southeast direction, and the position of that point is constantly "walking" back and forth.

This feels like a mechanism that requires a jar in every place, but there are only ten immovable jars, one less.

Bai Liu raised his brows slightly - is this forcing him to step on a jar with something in it?

As if realizing that Bai Liu had stepped on the jars, these movable jars became more and more restless, deformed human faces constantly appeared on the sealing paper, with their mouths wide open and roaring silently.

The dark wind swept back and forth in the sealed tomb, and a disgusting smell of rotting corpses emerged from the jar.

Bai Liu took another step, and he turned to a new jar.

The wine jar that Bai Liu stepped on before was pushed by other moving wine jars the moment he lifted his foot, and the seal was broken, revealing a twisted corpse curled up in the water.

The corpse was facing upwards, the face was so rotten that only a pair of eyes were left intact, the eyeballs were misty, as if covered with a layer of gauze, the blue and white swollen lips were open, staring at the outside with a dead eye .

This should be the corpses of those ghosts.

The power of ghosts is multiplied by having corpses. If these ghosts come out of the jar with their corpses...

After fantasizing about that scene, Bai Liu estimated each other's fighting strength, and objectively felt that he would probably die here.

Chased by the wine jars, Bai Liu kept changing the jars, and the seals of the jars were damaged one by one. Bai Liu finally approached the southeast corner of the last missing point of [Out].

The wine jars are like a school of fish smelling bait, and they are almost full of the direction of the last point of 【出】.

Bai Liu calmly stood on the wine jar closest to the point [Out], looked around, looking for a way out.

When he stepped on the wine jar, in case there was no exit and the contents of that wine jar crawled out, when Bai Liu needed to chase the ten jars, he had to pay attention to his position, and he couldn't be in the middle of the chase. Time to knock down other jars.

Bai Liu stared at the shaking wine jars in the southeast corner room of [Out], he quickly stepped on a jar, then turned around and stood on a corner jar, with his back against the two walls.

The jar stepped on by Bai Liu shook twice, stood still, and then began to tilt slightly and irregularly in one direction, and five pale fingers slowly protruded from the torn red sealing paper, Slowly hold the edge of the mouth of the jar.

A head was exposed, and Yi Yi's head was bent at [-] degrees and stuck horizontally on the mouth of the jar, as if completely disconnected from his body, with a sinister smile on his dead white face, long, dark and wet hair Hair protruded from the mouth of the jar, and Yi's remaining body and limbs were pulled out from the mouth of the jar at a twisted and weird angle.

Standing on the diagonal line, Bai Liu could hear the sound of bones creaking and deforming. He glanced at the four walls and sighed regretfully in his heart.

He seems to have guessed wrong, not what he thought.

At least for now, there is no mechanism in this partial tomb to make room for Bai Liu.

Bai Liu didn't feel that he had guessed the meaning of [出] wrong, the hint was quite obvious.

But there is no [way out] now, unless it is... there is something missing.

Bai Liu looked up at the ceiling, the jar he was standing on was right under the loose-leaf door, and the loose-leaf door right above him made a rattling sound.

Pale faces poked out from behind the loose-leaf door, and ghosts crawled in from outside the loose-leaf door on all fours.

Bai Liu clicked his tongue, and said in his heart that it was true.

These eleven jars had to be jars containing ghosts before they could be opened, so not long after he stepped on that jar, the ghosts who had left would come back.

These ghosts who came back were going to crawl over to Bailiu, but not long after they came in, they seemed to smell something, their faces were cracked with blood red, and they showed a strange smile, and then quickly walked towards those who were killed. Bai Liu stepped on the jar and climbed in.

Then, the ten jars that were stepped on by Bai Liu stretched out their pale arms and soles one after another and slapped on the vermilion jars, and the writhing heads made clucking and intertwining sounds in the jars.

The eyes of the drowned corpse's rotting face stared straight at Bai Liu standing in the center, and the smile on the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider.