Chapter 48: Carnivorous (Twenty) Peacemaking
Su Po’s story comes to an end.
At this point, Zis finally understood that the precondition "as long as you know the truth, you can escape the attack of ghosts" is itself a word game.
The so-called truth, or core rule, is that villagers cannot kill people for meat themselves. Under this rule, as long as there is enough divine meat to survive hunger, the damage that other mechanisms can cause is limited and non-fatal.
Players do not know this, so they will be induced by a series of plots and clues in the dungeon, and out of fear and inertial thinking, they will either make promises to ghosts or secretly kill others.
Without agreeing to the ghost, nothing will happen if you don't give meat, but no one dares to bet on this probability until there is no definite information.
What's more, in the eyes of many players, including Qiss himself, exchanging other people's flesh for important information is a very profitable deal.
The fear of the unknown, the selfish genes engraved in the history of evolution, game thinking and chains of suspicion... the strange game undoubtedly makes people very accurate.
Thinking of this, Qisi felt relieved.
He has always been the only one who induces and deceives others, but this time he was almost misled by a weird game. Why isn't this an interesting experience?
What's more, the background of the dungeon involves two gods, and it's just that for Yu to go into battle in person. Compared with him, he deserves to be laughed at from beginning to end.
Qisi curled his lips without leaving any trace, and silently walked towards the shadows at the corner of the courtyard.
Zhao Feng didn’t find a chance to express himself before. At this moment, he lost Ah Xi in his hand and hurriedly followed him to express his opinion: "It seems that the corpse of the evil god is in the west of the village... The group of people in the forum said that the main god will Walking between the dungeons, he acted as a link between the dungeons. The Taoist in black was probably the incarnation of the main god."
Then he saw the young man walking in front stop and turned around to show him approval. With a smile: "Yes. Please leave your address and phone number. After the copy is released, I will ask the guild president to consider adding you to the guild."
Zhao Feng was stunned for a moment, but it was actually because things were developing too smoothly. , so much so that it’s like a dream that will be broken if you poke it.
I think he has always thought highly of himself, but in the past few days, he has obeyed "Chang Xu"'s words, nodding and bending behind others as a follower, isn't it just to be able to enter Xi La?
And now, this wish has finally come true...
"Thank you, Brother Chang!" Zhao Feng thanked him repeatedly, not daring to show any complacency, because he knew that the closer he got to success, The more you have to be cautious, lest you fall short of your success.
Qisi seemed to be very impressed by his respect, and the smile on his face was a little more pity: "Why do you have to thank me? I also think that you have good qualities in all aspects, and I want to introduce talents to the guild. . If you are appreciated by the president in the future, I might have to rely on you to guide me."
Guidance? It would be nice if I don’t stumbling upon you...
Zhao Feng couldn't help but sneer in his heart when he thought about the past, but the respect on his face was even more sincere.
Seeing that Qiss was unaware, he even put his hands on his neck and straightened his collar to show his affection. He felt even more ironic, and at the same time secretly made up his mind to wait for his fortune. Determination to retaliate later.
However, the next second, he felt a stabbing pain on the back of his neck, and warm liquid splashed out and fell down his back.
He saw the black-haired young man slowly put away the bloody blade in his hand, and smiled with crooked eyebrows: "I'm sorry, you are no longer useful. And I found that my tolerance for sloppy people is a bit low... ..."
He opened his mouth wide and wanted to curse, but he could only make a "ho ho" sound like a broken bellows pulling.
The memories of the past decades were regurgitated in his mind, including cheating, murder, and arson. He had imagined countless ways to die for himself, but he never thought that he would die so hastily to a helpless young man. In his hand, he died on a small blade...
The strength in his whole body passed away quickly, and Zhao Feng fell softly to the ground. He could only glare at the murderer in front of him with his eyes fixed, trying to kill the latter's appearance. Death embedded in the mind.
“Remember, the name of the person who killed you is Chang Xu. If you want revenge, don’t find the wrong person... But if you die in the game, you probably don’t have the chance to become a ghost, right? It seems that I can only wish you the best. Good luck in the next life."
Qisi calmly put the blame on Chang Xu, who was also the victim. He believed that even in the underworld, the policeman should be very good at fighting and could teach Zhao Feng. Be a human being.
He watched Zhao Feng's eyes that were almost bursting with fire, waited quietly for him to die, and then bent down to take out the cross-shaped prop from his pocket.
After seeing the note in the item description [This item is bound and cannot be transferred], Qisi threw the cross back to Zhao Feng with no interest, then dragged his body to find a place to hide the body.
......
The temperature in the ancestral hall is getting lower and lower, and the eerie atmosphere is permeating the air like threads. Zhu Ling also found out after exploring around. A shiver arose.
"Sister Zhu, I'm so scared, let's go quickly..." Zhou Yilin hugged Zhu Ling's arm in time and begged softly.
She seemed to have thought of something and looked at the skeleton and Pu Dao on the ground: "Should we take Brother Yang away?"
Zhu Ling twitched the corners of her eyes and shook her head: "Forget it, let Brother Yang rest in peace. With his sword here, those ghosts don't dare to do anything to his body..."
Follow-up She herself was not very convinced, and her voice weakened. But thinking that she didn't have any belongings from the deceased who was greedy for ink, she felt confident again.
Although she had no choice but to be involved in this zero-sum game, and even indirectly led to Yang Yundong's death, she was not a bad person after all, and she did not want to harm anyone... When she returns to reality, she will remember to burn Yang Yundong A few sticks of incense.
Zhou Yilin seemed completely unaware of Zhu Ling's dilemma, and kept nodding her head as if convinced: "Yeah, sister Zhu, let's go back quickly!"
This girl is so timid. , I’m afraid he won’t survive long in this weird game. Zhu Ling sighed in her heart, but there was no clue on her face.
She patted the shoulder of Zhang Licai, who was still slumped on the ground doubting his life, and said, "Let's go first." Then she took Zhou Yilin's hand and walked quickly out of the ancestral hall and towards Su's mother-in-law's house.
In the ancestral hall, Zhang Lizai sat alone in a daze. After another quarter of an hour, he woke up from a dream and looked around.
Seeing no one, he quickly picked up the simple knife that fell next to Yang Yundong's body.
[Name: Rusty Knife]
[Type: Prop]
[Effect: Deter ghosts and monsters]
[Remarks: This is a knife that has killed many people, but its previous owner used it for protection. Even when he was about to die, he did not kill him. The blade points toward the same kind. "So he died." A certain evil god felt regretful but not sorry. 】
Zhang Lizai glanced at the refreshed prompts and subconsciously touched his smooth bald head: "Brother Yang, rest in peace, I will help you take the relics out of the copy."
He put the Pu Dao behind his back, stood up and walked out of the ancestral hall, walking back along the way he came.
There were many disturbances along the way. Zhang Lizai scared himself half to death. He looked forward and backward, and walked for half an hour in just one section.
When he finally returned to Su Po's house, Qisi had already finished taking a shower, put on clean clothes, and walked out of the woodshed with wet hair.
Zhang Lizai looked at Qisi who was combing his hair with his hands and couldn't help complaining in his heart: The world is declining and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be. How come this old man is more particular than the little girl?
Then he discovered that something seemed to be missing in the yard.
“Where is Zhao Feng?” Zhang Lizai asked.
"I think he went back to the room." Qisi tucked a few strands of bangs behind his ears and said uncertainly, "He told me that he wanted to go back to the room to rest for a while, so I went to take a shower by myself. ”
Zhang Lizai didn't doubt that he was there and went to push the door of the room.
As soon as the door was opened, the rich smell of blood rushed in, sending a disturbing warning. Zhang Lizai didn't react and walked into the room. After seeing the situation inside clearly, he froze in place.
On the ground in the middle of the room, there was a blood-stained wooden barrel. A man whose limbs were twisted to a degree that a living person could not do was curled up in the barrel. The head with wide eyes was exposed, staring in the direction of the door.
It is Zhao Feng!
Zhang Licai shouted and sat down on the ground.
Qisi heard the sound and walked over. He seemed to be frightened by Zhao Feng's miserable death. The calm mask he had maintained for a long time finally cracked.
He stepped forward with a calm face, pulled a corner of the sheet to wrap his hands, and then skillfully disposed of the remains of the corpse.
When the cut marks under the neck of the corpse were exposed, he gasped in time: "It's not a ghost, it's a human... Zhao Feng was killed by someone..."
Zhu Ling and Zhou Yilin were also disturbed by the noise and walked over supporting each other.
Zhu Ling glanced at the barrel from a distance, then looked at Qisi with a stern face: "You killed Zhao Feng?"
Qisi sneered: "You can't wait to pour dirty water on me...I I don’t know which of you killed him, but don’t you think it’s ridiculous to tell such a lie?”
The grief in his eyes was extremely real, and his words were even more gritted. Zhu Ling was slightly shaken, and for a moment she doubted her own judgment.
But she soon realized the danger, and quickly winked at Zhou Yilin beside her, and said sternly: "Yilin and I have been together, how could there be a chance to kill someone?"
Zhou Yilin But as if he couldn't see her hint, he trembled into a ball, lowered his head and stared at a spot on the ground, pursed his lips and said nothing.
When the atmosphere was tense, Su Po stood at the dining table and shouted inappropriately: "The meal is ready, come and eat!"
Having just witnessed the murder scene, no one except Qisi was in the mood to eat. But the players still sat at the table in silence and ate in silence.
I randomly stuffed myself with a few mouthfuls, then pinched my nose and stuffed the meat into my mouth. The four remaining people got off the table one after another.
After returning to the room, Qisi lay in the corner, expressionlessly spitting out the divine meat he had just put into his mouth.
……
On the other side, Zhang Lizai stood at the door of his room, stunned.
After all, he had been roommate with Zhao Feng for two days. Although he condemned Zhao Feng's killing of Yang Yundong out of moral values, he had no intention of breaking out.
On the way just now, he was still simulating the best attitude to deal with Zhao Feng.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Feng died directly and inexplicably.
Zhang Lizai did not feel any pleasure in "evil will be punished". On the contrary, he felt chills on his back, as if there was a sword of Damocles hanging above his head, and it would fall at any time.
While he was in trance, he heard Qisi's voice coming from behind him: "You can't live in this room anymore, go to my room."
Zhang Lizai's first reaction was that he didn't believe that the murderer was Qisi. After all, anyone with a discerning eye can detect that Zhao Feng is following his lead.
What benefits will Chiss gain from killing Zhao Feng?
He didn’t think too much and nodded immediately.
He didn't want to stay in a room where someone had died.
Qisi led the way, stood in front of the door, let Zhang Lizai in, and then crossed the threshold himself and bolted the door.
Hearing the sound of the lock being locked, Zhang Licai's heart skipped a beat and he turned around hurriedly, only to see Qisi leaning against the door with an indifferent expression, and said leisurely: "I killed Zhao Feng."
< br>"Huh?"
The murderer just exposed himself, what's going on?
According to common sense, if we have reached this point, will we kill him and silence him next?
Zhang Licai's mind went blank, and his legs went limp and he fell beside the bed: "You...I...I don't know anything!"
Qisi had no intention of hiding the facts that anyone with a discerning eye could see. , the previous clumsy performance was just a maze set up for Zhu Ling alone at the request of Yilin Zhou.
Looking at Zhang Lizai who was about to faint, he smiled reassuringly: "What are you thinking about? If I really wanted to kill you, you would be a corpse now."
Zhang Lizai swallowed He spat, but his legs were still shaking: "You...what are your orders?"
Qisi patted his shoulder and sighed: "Don't be so afraid. In fact, you and I did not directly Conflict of interest. I just want to sit down and talk with you about the facts and interests.”
"Zhu Ling wanted to harm Yang Yundong and ordered Zhou Yilin to modify his clues; Zhou Yilin and Zhu Ling had a personal vendetta, and they were trying to find ways to counterattack; I am an egoist, and I can kill everyone without hesitation in order to gain the maximum benefit. "
"Once a dispute occurs, no one can stay out of the whirlpool. As you should have seen, Elinda Zhou and I have formed a cooperation and plan to work together to deal with Zhu Ling. I am very curious, in this situation. Which side will you choose to join?"
Zhang Licai's fat face was as white as a swollen bun, not only because of Qisi's shocking words.
He is not completely unaware of the undercurrents under the surface of peace, but he has always been accustomed to pretending to be stupid, being a good old man who is at peace with each other, and then following the winner when the outcome is clear.
But now, he has to step aside and take sides, and can no longer sit back and watch...
The advantages of Qisi and Zhou Yilin are obvious, but what if? Why can't he continue to act stupid and pass the level without knowing it?
Qisi saw Zhang Lizai’s hesitation, smiled and took out the blade from his bracelet, stuffing it into the palm of the latter’s right hand: “Of course, you can also try to kill me. In this way, Zhou Yilin and Zhu Ling's power is equal, and you will become the last weight to dominate the situation."
He grabbed Zhang Licai's right hand and put it on his neck, and followed the temptation: "Just slide down, and blood will spray. You will become the king of victory from a chess piece that is manipulated by others. Whoever you choose will win."
Zhang Licai's breathing quickened, his right hand trembled slightly, and the blade drew a line on the young man's fair neck. Bloodstains.
Dark red blood beads carefully entered the shirt, spreading into light pink clouds, adding a bit of evil.
The black-haired young man suddenly lowered his eyes and chuckled: "It's a pity that I already have a clue to the answer to this copy. If I die in the middle, I will..."
He stopped talking, Zhang Lizai Asked: "What will happen?"
"It's nothing." Qisi raised the corners of his lips and smiled maliciously, "If I really want to die, I will definitely destroy it before I die. The key clue. "
"At that time, no one could use the standard route to pass the level. "
Today's mission is completed. I have to lie down for a while. I feel a little feverish after the operation and I feel dizzy. Dizzy...
(End of this chapter)