Chapter 46 Carnivorous (18) Murder


Chapter 46 Carnivorous (Eighteen) Murder

Yang Yundong naturally noticed the faces on the ceiling staring at everyone.

He frowned, took three incense sticks from the incense table, and said without looking back: "We have all eaten sacred meat and been stained with sins. Let's worship first and then look for clues."

No one has any objections. The tattooed woman’s lessons are right in front of her. No one knows when the change will happen to them.

Zhu Ling also took three sticks of incense, but did not come forward. Instead, she waited aside and stared at Yang Yundong intently.

Yang Yundong was unaware and knelt down in front of the incense table. He held the three slender incense sticks in his right hand and bowed three times.

The blood-soaked military coat was dripping with blood, and soon it left an irregular outline in front of the incense table.

Chisi noticed that several black smoke curled up from behind the memorial tablet, and connected with the faces on the ceiling.

I don’t know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that those faces were smiling, as if something had happened and it was playing into their hands.

Yang Yundong completed the worship and stood up slowly, swaying as if he might fall at any time, but he finally supported his body with the simple knife under his arm.

The moment he stood completely upright, a "pop" sound sounded in the silence, and two incense sticks in his hand broke out of thin air at the same time and fell to the ground.

People are taboo about three long and two short, and fragrance is taboo about two short and one long.

Zhao Feng was the first to react and shouted: "Quickly leave!"

He didn't need to remind him at all. As early as the change occurred, Qisi took a step back and evacuated the ancestral hall.

Also exiting the ancestral hall was Zhou Yilin. This girl looked soft and weak, but her reaction was faster than Qiss.

The others also realized something was wrong, but it was too late. The door of the ancestral hall slammed shut behind them, locking the remaining four people inside.

Under the pale sky, the ancient ancestral hall occupies itself like a monster. The wilderness outside the door is lonely and vast, with no human beings in sight.

A gust of biting wind rose from the ground, blowing the clothes of Qi Si and Zhou Yilin, and the coldness poured in from the collars, making a rustling sound.

Zhou Yilin started to cry again: "He...are they going to die? I'm so scared..."

"Can't die." Qisi said lukewarmly , "Now it's just the two of us, let's talk about you changing my clues without permission."

Zhou Yilin stopped crying and murmured: "I'm sorry, it was Sister Zhu who forced me to do this...I always wanted to remind you..."

Qisi did not look at her, but stared quietly. The tightly closed door of the ancestral hall, with its dark color and solemnity, made him think of the condensation of blood for no reason.

He continued: "Zhou Yilin, as far as I know, Zhu Ling only wants to get rid of Yang Yundong, even if it is necessary to modify another player's clue to prevent the secret from being revealed, the lonely Yin Lina is undoubtedly better than me. A more suitable choice.”

“You took it upon yourself to modify my clues to lure me into the trap, breaking the bystander effect by infringing on my interests; you also gave me hints in advance, conveyed your intention to cooperate, and lured me and her. Hostile. I guess you want to get rid of her, right?”

Qisi’s story was very calm, as if he had witnessed the entire incident.

Zhou Yilin's timid expression calmed down and turned into a calmness that was almost indifferent.

She changed her cry in a second and tilted her head: "You saw it, so what is your choice?"

......

In the ancestral hall, Zhang Licai quickly recovered from the fright, wailed and threw himself on the closed door, pushing it out with all his strength.

The door creaked when he pushed it, but it was never pushed open. There was not even a crack, as if there was a force blocking the door from the outside.

Zhao Feng kicked the door and concluded: "The door is closed tightly and cannot be opened."

Zhu Ling maintained her precarious calmness and analyzed: "It should be the point of death among us. At least one person must die, otherwise there will be no solution."

Yang Yundong turned his head and glanced at Zhu Ling with his deep eyes, but in the end he said nothing.

At the bottom of his mind, Zeiss's words were regurgitated like a tide.

‘Brother Yang, survival and profit-seeking are the natural laws that are most in line with biological instincts. Under the new rules of the weird game, the public order and good customs used to safeguard collective interests in reality will no longer apply. It is a pity that there are still countless tame sheep who have been deceived by this set of lies. Because of cowardice or conformity, they voluntarily gave up their interests and were exploited...'

'Those who follow the rules will starve to death after paying the grain, while the self-seekers guard the granary and dominate, using standards set out of thin air such as class, stance, and ideas to divide groups into pieces, and encourage one group of people to impose tyranny against another group of people. . That's ridiculous, isn't it? But this is the essence of what human beings call public order and good customs. ’

The questioning echoed in my memory, and the malice behind it was so profound that it made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.

Yang Yundong closed his eyes. The experiences of the past forty years flowed through his mind like a river, becoming lighter and weaker inch by inch, and at a certain point turned into a blood coagulation as thick as ink. .

He saw a fire, painful faces, and countless broken corpses...

'Brother Yang, I can see that you still can't accept this. A set of rules, truth and experience conflict, making your heart miserable. If that's the case, why should you continue to suffer? Instead of kidnapping others with their morals, why not sacrifice yourself to the backward and conservative morals? Maybe I can think more highly of you...'

Yang Yundong thought of something, but seemed to be unable to think of anything. He raised his eyes, his eyes slightly focused.

The human faces on the ceiling turned into bursts of black smoke, swirling around the four trapped people. There seemed to be countless pairs of eyes in the accumulated smoke, which were painful, greedy, resentful, and sad. , layered like fish scales.

A howl with different voices converged into the same content, like a complaint:

"Meat...meat...give us meat..."

Zhao Feng was the first to bear the brunt and was scratched several times on his arm.

He cursed, picked up a razor blade, cut out a piece of flesh from his arm, and threw it into the black smoke.

The sound of chewing stopped for a while, and the howling of the human face continued, like a greedy beggar, stalking to get more. Zhao Feng's face looked ugly, and Qisi's words rang in his ears at the right time:

'Everyone's body has limited flesh, and the best plan is to choose a victim...'



'As long as we deal with the strongest ones and form an absolute numerical advantage, we can decide the life or death of anyone...'

A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, Zhao Feng deliberately slowed down his pace, and silently walked around behind Yang Yundong step by step.

As long as this self-righteous leader is killed, the alliance formed by him and Qisi can compete for leadership...

Zhao Feng looked around, Zhang Lizai was still squatting in front of the door thinking She didn't pay attention to him; Zhu Ling looked in his direction and gave him a tacit look.

And Yang Yundong never looked back from beginning to end.

……

[Rules have been refreshed]

[3. The ghosts in the ancestral hall are always hungry. It is best to prepare enough meat before coming to worship. The total amount of meat is the amount of meat for an adult, but more is essential. 】

Qisi saw new text refreshed on the system interface, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

Zhou Yilin next to her immediately squatted down, hugged her knees, and cried like a sieve.

Chis glanced sideways at her: "Always pretending to be cowardly and timid, is this some kind of bad taste on your part?"

Zhou Yilin sniffed and nodded: "Well, this is very interesting."

"..."

A few seconds later, the door of the ancestral hall was pushed open from the inside, and Zhao Feng was covered in blood. The first one walked out, followed by Zhu Ling.

Zhang Lizai sat slumped next to a skeleton, looking stunned.

Qisi saw that except for the head, which could be used to tell that the deceased was Yang Yundong, the skeleton had been chewed clean from the body to the limbs, leaving no trace of flesh.

It is obvious what happened in the ancestral hall. Yang Yundong died at the hands of Zhao Feng and became meat to fill the stomachs of ghosts and monsters.

Early on the bus, after the players finished introducing themselves, Qisi saw Yang Yundong's ending.

In a zero-sum game, this kind of character who is stronger than others in terms of prestige and strength, but does not have an absolute advantage, will inevitably be excluded by the alliance.

The only thing that needs to be considered is when and where he will die, in order to maximize the benefits.

What Qisi did was to use words to push him into the spotlight, which aroused discord with Zhao Feng and made Zhu Ling feel fearful.

In this way, someone will kill someone if they get the chance, while others will tacitly allow each other to stand by and watch the murder.

"You know now, good people don't live long." Qisi looked down at the skeleton on the ground and sighed.

There was room for change. As long as Yang Yundong agreed to cooperate with him, he could control Zhou Yilin and Zhang Lizai in advance, and then kill them at this moment.

Unfortunately, Yang Yundong chose the fourth path, which made the two two-person alliances reach a point of confrontation, making Zhang Lizai a key factor.

“In order to give innocent people a chance to live, they even risked their own death... interesting.”

Qisi tapped his chin with his finger. Looking at Yang Yundong's body, he didn't feel much excitement. Instead, he wanted to cut open the man's brain to see its structure.

Fortunately, he always leaves room for change when planning, and the current unexpected situation does not have much impact on his master plan.

The black-haired young man raised his hand to cover the weird smile on his face, and said to himself in a voice that only he could hear: "Everyone is going to die, but I have never I never said that my position is among the players.”

The sun has risen to the treetops, slanting through the door of the ancestral hall, casting pale light and shadow on the ground. A few beams of light fell on the skeleton, feeling no warmth and as cold as ice.

As if knowing that he was dead, Yang Yundong no longer struggled needlessly, but supported his body and struggled to turn over.

Qiss watched with interest for a while and found that he somehow understood the man's thoughts.

He lowered his hand and walked over, gestured with his mouth, and silently asked the body that was shining in the light if it wanted to look at the sun again, and soon he read the affirmation in the eyes of the head.

So he bent down, no longer caring about the dirty blood, and gently turned over the broken corpse in front of him.

Yang Yundong was lying on his back at the moment, staring at the sky with his eyes wide open. He also had no voice and no last words, just like the white young man named "Alan" who died at the village chief's house.

Qisi squatted aside and watched quietly as Yang Yundong's pulse calmed down and completely transformed into a real corpse.

After a long silence, Zhu Ling wiped the tears from her eyes and said: "The point of death has passed. Let's go to the ancestral hall to pay our respects and then search for any important clues... Don't waste Brother Yang's sacrifice."

No one raised any objections.

The players returned to the ancestral hall in silence, picked up the incense from the incense table and knelt down in worship, as pious as believers.

Friends who haven’t joined the group yet may want to join the book club group. I feel like there are almost no books left...

 

(End of this chapter)

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