I'm a god in the infinite game

Seeing that Kong Xuyang was going to lose his mind again, Yang Zhi quickly changed the subject: "Brother Kong, we still have an advantage. We have already figured out how to collect clues on the trueend line in the last round of the game."

Kong Xuyang, with red eyes, forcibly gathered his mind and exhaled: "The almanac of Yinshan Village, the incomplete parts of the murals are all recorded in the almanac of the village. As long as we find the almanac of 100 years ago, we can complete the background story of this Taoist zombie." Wire."

"You will be able to find its weakness." Yang Zhi patted Kong Xuyang on the shoulder to make Kong Xuyang relax, "A player found a page of almanac in the last game, Brother Kong, do you still remember where that player is? Did you find it?"

Kong Xuyang's gaze slowly shifted outwards. He looked at the hilltop and the weir pond hidden in the darkness, and said word by word: "The mass grave behind the weir pond."

In the tomb.

The entrance of the tomb passage, which was getting narrower and narrower, was forced to open a big hole with brute force, and the four walls were covered with the sharp paw prints of zombies.

Bai Liu held up the candlestick to shine a light on it: "The zombie should have grabbed these to get out."

"...This strength is too terrifying." Mu Sicheng stretched out his hand to compare the paw print, which was two circles bigger than his hand, and the wall was visible from the depth. Mu Sicheng's scalp felt a little numb when he saw it, "This zombie If you go crazy, it won't take much effort to catch us to death."

"So we have to end this game before then." Bai Liu said.

Bai Liu walked to the entrance where they climbed into the tomb, stepped on Mu Sicheng's shoulder and jumped up with strength, and jumped out. After Bai Liu went out, he pulled Mu Sicheng up with his backhand.

The entrance for them to enter the tomb was under a bed. Just as Mu Sicheng was about to climb out from under the bed, Bai Liu held his shoulders.

Bai Liu looked out of the bed, and said calmly, "There is light, there are people outside."

Only then did Mu Sicheng notice the flickering of silver, white, gray and black lights on the ground under the bed, accompanied by faint noises, like the sound of a bad electrical connection, and intermittent, intertwined voices of many people talking.

These human voices are sometimes rough and sometimes delicate, but they seem to be separated by a layer of something, not like real people speaking.

"...These ghosts are going to freeze us, kill us, and starve us to death, but as long as we have a breath, we must guard this place and prevent outsiders from taking it away..."

"But the men are all gone, leaving a village of old, weak, sick and disabled, how can they hold on, can't hold on..."

"When will the men come back, daughters-in-law, go to the village entrance bridge to have a look! Remember to bring an umbrella so you don't get drenched, it's almost clear, it's been raining a lot lately..."

Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng looked at each other, and they understood where the sound came from.

"TV sound." Mu Sicheng pointed to the outside, and said softly, "Someone is watching TV."

Bai Liu gestured to him to go out first, then nimbly pulled out from the bed, knelt on one knee in the shadow of the foot of the bed that was not covered by the TV light, and looked ahead quietly, as if confirming something.

Then Bai Liu was sure, he lowered his head and made a [shh] gesture to Mu Sicheng who was still hiding under the bed, telling Mu Sicheng to come out quietly.

Seeing this, Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it was safe outside, so he propped himself up with one hand, slanted his body, and tried to get up from the bottom of the bed, but he turned around and took a deep breath, and quickly shrank back. Beside Bai Liu, mouthed in horror, "What's going on?!"

There was a mahogany bench beside the bed at the entrance, and on the bench sat two old men with gray hair with their backs to the white willows.

The old man was facing an old wooden cabinet with rotten edges, and inside the cabinet was an old-fashioned FM TV that looked no more than twelve or three inches square.

The picture on the TV was black and white, and it was shaken and blurred from time to time, but the two old people seemed to be watching very intently, with their necks stretched forward and their backs straight, as if they were already stiff, they sat motionless and watched. TV screen.

The light in the screen shone vaguely on the faces of the two old people. Brown spots appeared around the cloudy eyeballs of the old people. There seemed to be something wriggling in the mouth and nose, and stretching and shrinking could be seen in the ears. Worm white spots.

They had blank smiles on their faces, and their mouths moved quickly, as if they were talking.

Mu Sicheng held his breath and paid attention, but he didn't hear any sound from the throats of the two old people, but soon he realized where the voices of the two old people came from.

The movements of the mouths of the two old men are synchronized with the voices of the people on the TV.

Bai Liu looked at the TV: "They are dubbing the people on the TV."

The wobbly black and white pictures on the TV are like some old video tapes in historical materials. A few plainly dressed women are sitting by the gate of Yinshan Village, wearing boots and shrouds, kneeling next to coffins. Waving a white handkerchief, covering his face and crying, there was an unopened white umbrella beside him.

Mu Sicheng asked in a low voice: "This is the costume of the bridge ghost. Are these women living bridge ghosts?"

Bai Liu looked at the TV screen and nodded slightly: "It should be."

The two old men with strange faces opened and closed their mouths, and the voice came out from the TV:

"The men are all dead, too many to fit in the grave..."

"...Torn to pieces by those ghost things, unable to enter the ancestral grave, how can I meet my ancestors..."

"Put it in a coffin and send it to the mountain on the other side of the bridge for burial, so that they can rest in peace."

"My enemy! You died so badly! How do you let me live!"

The women sobbed and lay on the coffin, refusing to let go. They were about to faint from crying. In the end, they followed the coffin bearer, and they followed the coffin across the weir pond and onto the bridge.

They were crying numbly, with wet tears all over their faces, holding umbrellas in their hands to cool the coffins, preventing the mutilated corpses and souls in these coffins from being damaged by the sun.

But at the moment of crossing the bridge, these women who lost their husbands looked at the long rows of coffins that fell into the mountains. Jumped off the bridge.

Under the bridge is a shallow stream, these women hit the bridge pier, their heads were bleeding.

They held their umbrellas and looked at the distant coffins on the bridge, with extremely sad expressions on their faces.

The moment the coffin left their sight, they slowly closed their eyes, fell into the water, and did not move. The blood oozing from their bodies stained their shrouds, umbrellas and the clear stream red.

Seeing this scene, Mu Sicheng's back was sweating, but Bai Liu was watching it very engrossed, as if he was looking for someone.

This searching look made Mu Sicheng even more furious: "Who are you looking for, Bai Liu, there is no one you know here, right?"

"Maybe." Bai Liu replied without looking sideways.

Mu Sicheng was startled, and then quickly came to his senses: "No, Bai Liu, you have no memory, the only people you can know are these, I, Kong Xuyang, Yang Zhi, I know them all, none of them are in this picture. ah."

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng indifferently: "I'm looking for someone outside the screen."

"Outside the screen..." Mu Sicheng was taken aback, "What do you mean?"

Bai Liu replied calmly: "It's true that you and I don't know the person in this picture, but there is another person outside the picture, maybe you and I will look familiar."

Mu Sicheng became more and more puzzled: "This happened 100 years ago, who do I know?"

"You left out one person, the person who took this picture." Bai Liu stared at the picture, "If I'm not wrong, you'll know what's going on with this person at the first glance."

Curiosity overwhelmed fear, Mu Sicheng folded his chest, frowned and began to stare at the edge of the picture seriously, trying to see the person who was holding up the camera to shoot.

Soon, Mu Sicheng saw that the shooter was adjusting the camera to let his face enter the country.

As soon as the cameraman's face came into the mirror, Mu Sicheng turned his head to look at Bai Liu in shock: "Why does he look like this?!"

Bai Liu was still very calm: "Otherwise? What do you think he will look like?"

Mu Sicheng pointed at the flashing image of the cameraman in the screen, and jumped up anxiously: "He looks just like me!"

In the black-and-white TV, the cameraman is wearing old and trendy clothes, a three-piece vest and a pair of leather shoes, a filial hat on his head, and tears on his face. He is lowering his head while adjusting the film, while constantly using a brush to write on a calendar What is recorded.

Bai Liu looked at this person: "He should be the village Huangli teacher."

The village almanac teacher, the person in the village who records good and bad fortune, big and small events, is also the recorder of the missing piece of information on the mural.

"How do you know that he will look like me?!" Mu Sicheng was as curious as a cat scratching his heart, and asked Bai Liu.

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng and the recording camera hanging around his neck, and explained:

"I'm just guessing. It is known that what we are in is a game. We have participated in four role-playing, and these four characters are all descendants of Yinshan Village."

"Judging from the props and tasks obtained, these four characters are grave robbers, decent warlocks, villain warlocks and a cameraman."

Bai Liu looked up at Mu Sicheng: "Don't you think it's more reasonable to push this setting forward by 100 years?"

Mu Sicheng was stunned, as if he was about to understand: "So you think, what we are playing is not the current role, but the role in 100 years."

"To be precise, we are playing the descendants of four characters." Bai Liu stretched out his fingers and tapped the ground eight times, and then connected every two dots, "If this is a role-playing with strict logic In the game, you are the cameraman, the recorder of supernatural events, and now there is a cameraman in front of us, who uses the almanac to record good and bad people. The overlap of roles and tasks is as high as 80.00%. I personally think that you are probably his. Descendants."

"If I were the one designing the game, I'd adjust your appearance to match to remind you of that."

Mu Sicheng was enlightened: "So you said he looks the same as me!"