I'm a god in the infinite game

After being incompetent and furious for a while, Mu Sicheng melancholy compromised with Bai Liu's bad taste.

What can I do?If Bai Liu didn't tell him, he wouldn't even know that he was being played, so let it be.

Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu and followed closely behind Paper Daoist. Not far in front of them were seven women holding umbrellas and seven zombies walking side by side, moving step by step in front of them.

Although there was a paper Taoist, this weird scene still made Mu Sicheng's scalp tingle, for fear that some of the people in front would suddenly turn around.

In the middle of crossing the bridge, Mu Sicheng didn't want to look at the horrible scene in front of him any more. He took two deep breaths and turned to look at Bai Liu beside him.

Bai Liu held his breath and walked forward without looking sideways, with a calm expression on his face. Seeing Bai Liu's calmness, Mu Sicheng heaved a sigh of relief.

Just as Mu Sicheng was about to look away, he suddenly found a pale, dripping hand slowly protruding from the water on the bridge behind them, supporting himself on the bridge and climbing up.

This hand brought her body up in a short while, and the woman in white was prostrate on the ground, her hair was dripping wet, her shoulders twisted unevenly from side to side, her posture was very unnatural, as if the bones were spinning in the shoulder joints Hardly propped up the whole body.

The woman stood up slowly, holding the umbrella forward, covering the upper half of her face.

She walked forward in small steps with her toes turned up, her movements were extremely fast, and she was close to the backs of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng in the blink of an eye. move.

The woman took two steps forward, and she touched Bai Liu's shoulder.

Mu Sicheng saw the moment when the woman was pasting the white willow, a strange smile appeared on the lower half of her face, and the woman's slightly opened mouth was full of black silt and water plants, turning into sewage and overflowing from her lips.

Mu Sicheng was so startled that he squeezed Bai Liu's wrist violently. He felt a sense of oppressive danger from the woman behind him, so he didn't even dare to speak.

Bai Liu stopped and stopped moving forward. The woman stuck to Bai Liu's shoulder and neck, leaned forward, bowed her head, and did not move.

Water dripped from the woman's wet hair, and fell to Bai Liu's neck along the ends of her hair. The coolness spreading from her body became heavier and heavier, causing Bai Liu's breath to bring out a cold white air.

Mu Sicheng froze on the spot. He watched the paper man in front of him rang the bell and went further and further away, but he didn't dare to move.

His sixth sense told him that if he ran off the bridge madly with Bai Liu now, Bai Liu would be caught and drowned by the bridge ghost.

Obviously there are only seven ghosts who died on the bridge, as long as they follow the paper Taoist, the seven zombies can just let them cross the bridge, and Mu Sicheng himself did cross the bridge once without incident by relying on this rule.

Why is it that when it was Bai Liu's turn to cross the bridge, a bridge ghost crawled out temporarily from under the bridge? !

Mu Sicheng rolled his eyes quietly, and carefully glanced at the woman next to Bai Liu with his peripheral vision. Just as Mu Sicheng moved his eyes to look over, the woman who was leaning on Bai Liu's shoulder also lifted herself up slowly and softly. The umbrella fell to the direction of Bai Liu and propped it up.

The lower half of the woman's face is in good shape, her complexion is blue and white, and there is a smile on the corner of her mouth. There is always black sand gushing out of her mouth and nose, and the nails of her hands holding the umbrella are also full of sand. Struggle, scratch and swallow at the bottom of the river before dying.

And the upper half of the face that is being revealed...

Mu Sicheng gasped when he saw it.

The woman did not have the upper half of her face. Her head was sunken and crooked, and there was not much left. Only half of the whole head was left. Above the bridge of the nose, only a cross-section could be seen. The white sieve-shaped bones were filled with sand. The mud and sand leaked out of her mouth and nasal cavity like a funnel, staining Bai Liu's white shirt black.

Bai Liu came into close contact with the half-headed bridge ghost, and remained unmoved. With a calm expression, he led the woman leaning on his shoulder and began to walk towards the bridge.

Mu Sicheng watched Bai Liu move towards the bridge in astonishment. He was anxious and broke down. Mu Sicheng was afraid of making a sound that would disturb the ghosts and zombies who died on the bridge, so he kept gesticulating and mouthing to Bai Liu.

"You will be dragged off the bridge when you reach the bridge!" Mu Sicheng was so anxious that he couldn't help shivering when he saw the shape of the upper half of the ghost's face. Hit your head on a pier and you'll die like her!"

Mu Sicheng himself is not a living person, without a body, even if he is dragged off the bridge, he is fine, but Bai Liu has a living body!If you drag it down and die, you are really dead!

Seeing that Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and reached out to reach the woman next to him, Bai Liu quickly grasped Mu Sicheng's wrist, then lifted the umbrella that the woman held for him, and signaled Mu Sicheng to look inside the umbrella with his eyes.

On the inside of the umbrella was a brand-new yellow talisman with the inscription [Binding Talisman].

Mu Sicheng was startled: "Who posted this?"

the other end.

"Brother Kong, you are really considerate." Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight on his head, and sighed, "Actually, I think, once Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng enter this tomb, don't worry, they will probably also Die, you still drew some old talismans, and dug a hole for them at every key node in this tomb..."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi: "What do you know, winning without a fight has no effect on the show, if they die in the tomb mechanism, will I win them?"

"That's because the game killed them all by itself. It has nothing to do with me. Then how can I attract the popularity of Bai Liu and make the audience who support him switch to me?"

"Bai Liu must die." Kong Xuyang's eyes were dark and cold, "I must die in my hands. Only in this competition can I break into the top [-] popularity and get the gold medal for avoiding death."

"Otherwise we will fight Russell Cemetery later..."

At the mention of this name, Kong Xuyang's face twitched twice, and his complexion became even more serious: "This guild is very evil, maybe we can find a team member who can restrain our two skills, and it's hard to beat the gold medal."

Yang Zhi chuckled a few times: "So Brother Kong, you have considered everything carefully. If I were to ask for it, I would never have thought of giving one of the bridge-sacrificing ghosts a [Binding Talisman] when crossing the ghost bridge, so that she could not follow her." We got off the bridge and we were stuck on the bridge."

"You're blocking Bai Liu's only way out."

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi proudly:

"Besides pasting [false amulets] like us, there is another way to cross the bridge, which is to follow the paper Taoist, that thing will drive the seven zombie husbands who died on the bridge to cross the bridge. Seven is the extreme number in this tomb. There are at most seven ghosts who died on the bridge, and these seven ghosts who died on the bridge will not follow after they find their husbands, and people can cross the bridge safely."

"So when I was crossing the bridge, I used [Binding Talisman] to trap a bridge ghost under the bridge, which is the eighth bridge ghost."

"The eighth bridge ghost will find her husband from the seven bridge ghosts on the bridge, and climb up the bridge when he is about to get off the bridge, so that no matter what method Bai Liu uses, he will definitely meet this one I specially prepared for him. The bridge ghost."

Kong Xuyang smiled triumphantly, with a vicious look on his face: "Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman, and only half of his head will be left after being hit."

Bai Liu walked neither fast nor slow, and the woman on his right who was holding the umbrella for him followed neither too fast nor slow.

It's just that the closer you get to the bridge, the expression on the lower half of the woman's face changed from curling her lips into a happy smile at the beginning, then pursing her lips in silence, and now the corners of her mouth are obviously downturned. The woman turned half her head to get closer, and "looked" straight With white willow.

She seemed to realize that Bai Liu was not her husband, and her expression became more and more sinister.

The umbrella that was held up also only covered Bai Liu's head at the beginning, and then slowly sank, as if to enclose Bai Liu's whole body in the umbrella.

After almost all the white willows were caged into the umbrella, the surface of the umbrella was smudged with dense blood-colored spots, just like the blood stains splashed on the surface of the umbrella after someone jumped from the bridge with an umbrella.

The strong smell of corpses, water, and blood radiated.

Bai Liu poked his head out slightly from the umbrella to look at Mu Sicheng, and mouthed: "Listen to my arrangements later."

Before he could finish his sentence, the woman's face emerged from behind Bai Liu, her lips pressed against Bai Liu's ear and opened and closed quickly, as if she was talking, but there was only a clicking sound of joints turning .

She spoke faster and faster, faster and faster, and the sound of joints turning together made people's skin crawl. Even with only half of her face, one can see how resentful this woman's expression is. hate.

Sewage, sand, and blood flowed from her mouth.

Bai Liu put his head back into the umbrella, and the joints stopped turning with a click.

Then, through the umbrella, Mu Sicheng saw the shadow of half of the woman's head gently attached to Bai Liu's ear, her jaw slowly opened to an unimaginable angle, and in the next second, there was a frenzied rattling sound.

Mu Sicheng, a ghost, broke out in a cold sweat watching it.

He has already been followed by the bridge ghost, and Bai Liu is a mortal, what can he do to solve it!

The paper Taoist drove the zombies and the bridge ghosts off the ghost bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng found that the head of the bridge was close in front of their eyes!

At first, the shadow cast by the woman on the umbrella was only half a head. As it approached the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched with horror as the shadow on the umbrella moved and grew.

The blood on the umbrella surface continued to fade away, leaving the umbrella and flying onto the shadow, and the head absorbed the blood, squirmed, and grew the upper half of its face!

Mu Sicheng was about to go into cardiopulmonary arrest. Of course, if he was Bai Liu's perspective now, he might have gone into cardiopulmonary arrest.

What was on the umbrella was not blood at all, but pieces of meat, broken bones, brains, the upper half of the face that was splashed on the umbrella when the woman jumped from the bridge.

These things are attached to the umbrella, and as they gradually approach the bridge, they fly from the umbrella to the woman's face as if the scene is reversed, twisting and merging to shape the upper half of her face.

Bridge martyrs repeat a pre-death cycle on bridges.

From the bottom of the bridge to the bridge is the process after death, so they look like after death, and the moment when they walk from the bridge to the bridge head and jump down the bridge again is the process of their life, and in this process , they will return to what they were before they were alive.

The woman in front of her finally returned to her former life.