I'm a god in the infinite game

The shadows of the seven Eight Immortals Tables are reflected on the six walls of the tomb, reflecting 42 Shadow Eight Immortals Tables. Those shadows of men, women, old and young sit down beside the shadow tables on the wall, leaning forward and backward to tease each other and talk familiarly It looked like an ordinary scene of guests at a country banquet.

These "guests" spy on Bai Liu from time to time, but it seems that there is something more terrifying here to suppress these shadows, making them stay obediently by their seats, not daring to leave the seat to chase Bai Liu's shadow, only full of longing Looking at the white willow.

Bai Liu looked up at the main wall directly opposite the tomb passage. Two red candles that were burning to the end were burning at the two corners below the main wall, and there were some burnt paper money and incense ash under the red candles.

The table of the Eight Immortals reflected on this wall is a bit strange at the front. The south, west, north, and south of this table are all full, and there are only two vacant seats in the east, where no one is seated.

Mu Sicheng also discovered this vacancy: "...Who are these two positions for?"

"This is a wedding banquet." Bai Liu's eyes swept over the two candles, "The most central position of the main table facing east is reserved for the newcomers."

"Newcomer?" Mu Sicheng frowned. He looked at the shadow of the Eight Immortals Table on the wall as if he had fallen into some kind of memory, but he couldn't remember it. "Why do I feel that this place is so familiar...?"

Before Mu Sicheng finished speaking, a sharper voice came from far away, interrupting him: "—Please, welcome the guest of honour!"

The voices of all the shadows talking on the wall stopped.

As the main table, two shadows appeared around the shadow table of the Eight Immortals at some point, walking slowly towards the main seat.

A shadow with a dignified posture, covered his head, and was dressed in what should be a flag-made wedding gown, lowered his head and nodded, and sat on the main seat with slow steps.

The other shadow is wearing monkey earphones, tall and straight, wearing trendy sportswear, casually leaning back in the seat, reaching out to wrap around the back of the bride's seat, and slowly pulling away from Mu Sicheng who is outside the wall. An ear-piercing evil smile.

The moment the two shadows were seated, the shadows bowed their heads obediently, no longer, or dared not look at Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng any more.

"Grass!" Mu Sicheng pointed to the wall with wide eyes, "This shadow is me, right?!"

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng's shadow that was almost invisible: "It's you."

Mu Sicheng looked at the shadow in disbelief: "Why is my shadow sitting on the main seat?"

"You should have paid homage here, so you are also one of the newcomers, and you are qualified to sit at the main table." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng's shadow sitting on the main table, "This shadow should be your soul. Now, you have to fuse it back before your shadow is completely independent."

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng: "Otherwise you're done."

Mu Sicheng asked back in astonishment: "What!?"

The eunuch-like shrill shout sounded again: "—Please, the guest of honour, the honored guest is alone!"

The two shadows who had just sat down stood up again, and Mu Sicheng's shadow looked back at Mu Sicheng, the smile on his face widened, red lips and black face, looking very pervasive.

It made a provocative gesture to Mu Sicheng to follow me, got up and walked in.

The bride's shadow followed up with small steps, obviously not walking fast, but she was sticking closely behind Mu Sicheng's shadow, her hijab-covered head pressed against Mu Sicheng's back shoulder, and water dripped from the hijab every time she took a step , with his head drooping abnormally.

"Follow." Bai Liu followed the two shadows without hesitation.

The two shadows moved very fast, and they reached the back door of the tomb in the blink of an eye.

The back door opened automatically, and they looked back at Bai Liu and the others, as if to see if they were coming. After confirming that Bai Liu was coming, they disappeared behind the wooden door in an instant.

Bai Liu chased after him, and Mu Sicheng asked as he ran, "How do I fuse that shadow?"

"Find your body and get in." Bai Liu quickly trotted after the shadow without looking back, and at the same time clearly stated to Mu Sicheng, "You and it are the soul of [Mu Sicheng]'s main body, and your carrier is both It is the body, the soul is the master of the body, you will naturally be forced to inhale it when you enter it, and you will be able to fuse with it."

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief: "It sounds quite simple."

"It's not easy." Bai Liu retorted calmly, "This is the hardest thing."

Mu Sicheng was stunned and asked back: "Why, isn't it just a matter of finding the body?"

"It's logical to say so." Bai Liu was finally willing to glance at Mu Sicheng from the corner of his eye, and asked, "But do you know where your [spirit] hides your body?"

Mu Sicheng was startled again, and he reacted suddenly: "You mean it will hide my body with other ghosts in the main tomb?!"

"Yeah." Bai Liu nodded, "It knows that after you enter the body, it will be forced to inhale the body to fuse with you, and then disappear, so it, as an [evil spirit] that wants to be independent, will of course try to prevent you from finding the body .”

"One more thing, and although your [soul] should not have performed the three salutes with those brides, but your soul can be the host, then it is obviously the guest of honor here."

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng: "This can only mean one thing, that is, after you were stripped of your body, it stayed in your body and manipulated your body to complete the three ceremonies of heaven and earth, and married someone or some people here. The ghost bride is already half the master of this tomb."

"All the ghosts and evil spirits here must obey its command. It will only be more difficult for you to find your own body."

"As soon as twelve o'clock is past and the road to the underworld is closed, if you can't return to the underworld with a perfect body." Bai Liu glanced at the time on the phone, then turned to look at Mu Sicheng, "Then you really become a ghost, you body and the spirit left inside, it really becomes a zombie."

"It's nearly ten o'clock now."

Mu Sicheng's face darkened: "There are still two hours."

Bai Liu looked at the bride's shadow that flashed by at the corner in front of her: "But I don't think it's hopeless."

Mu Sicheng tried his best to remain calm: "What do you mean?"

"If it's my [spirit] that wants to take away my body right now, I'll probably confirm with you the amount of money I'll burn in the Qingming Festival." Bai Liu can still joke seriously at this time.

"There's no need to struggle anymore, my [spirit] will lurk silently for two hours, and then wait for me to turn into a ghost and take my body away."

Mu Sicheng still didn't understand, he clenched his fists tightly: "But my [Soul] didn't lurk, it appeared openly, because it felt that it was very sure, right?"

"No, I think it's because it's not very smart." Bai Liu shook his head and denied, he touched his chin, "After all, it's your [spirit], and it lacks the ability to think in a human way, I think it's stupid, but maybe it's Our breakthrough."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

Mu Sicheng was angry: "I'm talking business with you! Can you hurt me less!"

"I'm really talking to you about something serious." Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng's shoulder, and explained unhurriedly, "Think about it, if you were your [Spirit], you could get it after two hours. With a complete and powerful body, you will come out and beat the gongs and drums to hang around, hold a wedding banquet to welcome your opponent as the guest of honor, and invite him alone?"

Mu Sicheng frowned: "...No, why did he do that?"

"I'm going to ask you this, it's your [spirit]." Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng quietly, "Under what circumstances would you do this?"

Mu Sicheng fell into deep thought, his brows became more and more knotted, and finally he was so anxious that he began to pull his hair: "...I can't remember many things..."

Bai Liu patted Mu Sicheng's tense back, and at the same time slowed down his tone and used words to guide Mu Sicheng: "Then let me ask this question in a different way. If you do this, what do you think you are doing?"

"If I do this, it should be for the sake of pictures..." Mu Sicheng closed his eyes, took two deep breaths, "Show off, or just for fun? I seem to have often done things like stealing other people's things and then showing off in front of others... ..."

Mu Sicheng opened his eyes, and his tone was low and confused: "...I seem to like to see other people's things right under my nose, but I couldn't find them, and I was so angry."

"Why do I like to do such bad things..."

"It's pretty nasty." Bai Liu commented honestly, and he smiled amusedly, "But I think it's a great thing for your childish nastyness to be placed in this place."

Mu Sicheng turned his head to look at Bai Liu.

Bai Liu smiled: "I probably know what [you] are going to do."

After the shadows of the bride and Mu Sicheng passed through several corners, they entered a side tomb room, followed by Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng.

Compared with the previous hall, this partial tomb room is lower and narrower. At first glance, it looks like a bedroom. There is a huge mahogany carved high-foot bed in the center. There is a bright red gauze curtain on the bed. The satin quilt was covered, and white lanterns were hung on the four bedsides. On the lanterns, there was a red lettered Xi, which was shining palely at the moment.

There was a thick layer of dust on these things.

There were no shoes in front of the bed, but more than thirty kinds of wet footprints of different sizes were densely scattered around the bed. Most of these footprints were the footprints of small cloth shoes, and only one pair of them was the footprint of sneakers.

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng questioningly, Mu Sicheng nodded, and mouthed: That's right, these footprints are my shoes.

The dark wind that came from nowhere lifted the heavy red gauze hanging on the big bed, revealing a pair of powder blue embroidered shoes standing on the edge of the mahogany bed.

The pair of embroidered shoes loomed by the bed, still dripping water.

Mu Sicheng was so frightened by the pair of embroidered shoes standing by the bed that he took a step back and was held down by Bai Liu.

Bai Liu walked to the bed with a calm expression. He glanced down at the pair of embroidered shoes standing beside the bed, and with his hands, he pushed aside the red gauze hanging on the wooden bed.

Mu Sicheng gasped in shock at what he saw.