Chapter 50: Carnivorous (Twenty-Two) Blood River
Outside the ancestral hall, Zhang Licai threw down the barrel as if avoiding a snake and scorpion, quickly turned around and jogged for a few steps, away from the gloomy scene behind him.
Since the morning, he felt that this ancestral hall gave him an uncomfortable feeling, as if there were countless pairs of eyes staring at him viciously in the dark. If he wasn't worried about all the ghosts coming out at night, he wouldn't want to make another trip here.
Zhou Yilin didn't seem to be too scared. She just followed up with small steps and kept a two-step distance from Zhang Licai.
The girl has stopped crying, but her eye circles are still red, and she looks extremely pitiful: "Brother Zhang, how should we deal with Chang Xu?"
Zhang Licai was stunned, and even his steps slowed down. He really didn't understand the girl's thinking: "Why should we deal with him?"
"I always feel that he is not a good person, and he cooperates with people like Zhao Feng. , and asked him to kill Brother Yang..." Zhou Yilin said in a thoughtful tone, "Besides, there will be a death point later, who knows if he will do something behind the scenes."
You are not a good person yourself, okay. ? Don't fool yourself until the end...
Zhang Licai cursed and blinked twice: "You can't, right? Didn't Chang Xu say that he had the key clue?"
"How could there be a key clue? He must have lied to you..." Zhou Yilin turned away and looked in the direction of Granny Su's house, "This is the novice pool, there won't be so many twists and turns..."
Hearing what the girl said, Zhang Licai was a little unsure.
He looked up at the darkening sky. He couldn't figure out the reason for a long time, so he had to change the topic: "Let's not think about this for now. If anything happens, we can talk about it when we go back."
Zhou Yilin flattened her mouth and said aggrievedly, "Yeah", but didn't say anything more.
......
To the west of Su's Village, the gray mist dotted the fading dusk, blending into a gray-purple color that seemed both virtual and solid. In the midst of ignorance, night slowly invaded the gaps between the sky, earth and houses from every corner, expelling the fog that had long since ceased to exist, and replaced it by covering the earth.
There is no moon in the night sky, and the road under my feet seems to be one with the night, just as dark as the night.
Chis stood firmly in place, and as time passed, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness.
In other words, there was a glimmer of light in the darkness.
He saw that in the dilapidated houses on both sides of the road that were originally dark, dots of green light flickered between the windows like will-o'-the-wisps.
The sound of shuffling footsteps came and went in the silence, followed by the sound of door openings one after another.
In the doorway, figures of various heights, short, fat, and thin came out, swaying and trembling. Some were carrying hoes on their backs, and some were carrying burdens. At first glance, they were no different from farmers who came out to work during the busy farming season.
They are villagers, villagers who come out at night. Qisi made a judgment and automatically retrieved the corresponding information in his mind, including the description of the villagers he got from Yang Yundong.
These villagers, who only appear at night, all wear black cloaks, almost blending in with the night.
They were carrying farm tools in one hand and a lantern in the other, with happy and contented smiles on their faces, which looked extremely strange in this situation.
Standing in the middle of the road with Zhu Ling in his arms, Qisi was out of place and extremely dazzling, and soon became the center of attention.
"Meat, give us meat..."
"We want meat..."
A group of figures surrounded them from all directions, like walking zombies, muttering the same sentences.
Qisi carried Zhu Ling and backed away step by step, retreating to a place where there were few people, and then stopped without hesitation, pushing Zhu Ling, who was still unconscious, into the crowd.
Zhu Ling herself is not heavy, but Qisi used his clever strength to knock down two villagers.
The movements of all the villagers visibly stagnated for a moment, obviously not expecting things to develop like this.
But the ghost didn't have much interest in thinking carefully. After two seconds, the villagers took action again. The two villagers who had fallen to the ground also got up crookedly, divided into two clusters with the other villagers, and each of them surrounded Zhu Ling and Qisi.
Qisi remained calm and read word by word: "You cannot kill people and take meat with your own hands. Under this rule, what can you do to me?"
The villagers Hearing this, their movements slowed down, they were hesitating and struggling.
Seeing this, Qisi raised his hand and pointed at Zhu Ling who was lying on the ground, and said with a smile: "You guys should know that you can't do anything to me in a short time. If you have this spare time, why not do something like this?" After all, I am the only living person who knows the rules of that beauty’s job..."
I don't know how much they understood, but the villagers surrounding him slowly turned around and walked towards Zhu Ling. Their slow pace and the black robes on their bodies made them look like a group of suspicious hyenas.
Qisi dusted off his wrinkled lapels with satisfaction when he held Zhu Ling in his arms, and walked straight to the depths of the west boundary of the village.
The corpse of the legendary god lies in the west of the village.
The source of all the weirdness, the scarlet eyes deep in the nightmare, the mysterious pull of the identity card... countless factors blend together to outline a mysterious and strange corner.
Qiss was curious about what kind of existence it was.
The footsteps of the villagers were getting farther and farther away, and all that was left in my ears was the vague whistling of the wind. Gradually, even the sound of the wind disappeared, leaving only a stagnant silence around him, as if this moment had been cut out of the long flow of time and no longer flowed with the passing stars.
The further we walked, the darker the light became, and we could hardly see our fingers. Soon it became difficult to judge the direction of the road under our feet.
Qisi gathered his miscellaneous thoughts and continued to move forward in the previous direction. One step, two steps, more than a hundred steps.
Without any warning, light suddenly appeared in the darkness.
The light was not blazing, just drops of gold floating in the air, swaying and extending a path of light.
Without a moment's hesitation, Qisi raised his feet and chased the light forward.
Little spots of light sank into his body and then swam away. His consciousness was floating in the ocean of thoughts, and he suddenly had a divine connection with a deeper and more profound existence. In turn, he was dragged down by the heavy body, causing a dull sound. The echo of the earth.
The eyes were suddenly filled with dazzling light, and golden light spots, fragments, and silk were suspended in the air, drifting slowly and carelessly, like immersed in the vortex of sea water.
Qisi found himself standing under a giant golden tree at some point. The same golden vines hung from the branches, floating in the wind.
There was a golden river under the tree. As he looked up the river, a dazzling blood-red light hit his eyes.
It was a figure in a red robe, leaning in the middle of the river, with a scarlet color in his half-closed eyes. He once cast a distant gaze at him in a nightmare, and looked back at him. At that moment, it turned into a rain of blood scattered all over the sky.
He was covered in scars, with only white bones remaining on his chest and abdomen, resembling a fish stranded on the shore waiting to rot.
But it is so sacred and solemn that it cannot be ridiculed, criticized or blasphemed.
At the moment of sight, a recognition appeared in Qisi's mind: He is God.
The evil spirit on the identity card opened his scarlet eyes, and his half-intact face twisted into a weird smile.
Clusters of gray mist condensed into dark tentacles, rising and falling with the surge of thoughts.
【Warning! You are too close to a god-level NPC (data deleted)... Error! Danger! 】
Descriptive knowledge directly transcends the cognitive process and is captured, absorbed, and learned by consciousness.
His blood flows into a river...
His influence continues...
He can still respond...
It seems like tens of thousands of people are whispering in their ears, extreme sadness, ecstasy, anger, indifference... contradictory, fundamental Emotions that do not belong to the subject wash over the consciousness, flowing past without leaving any trace.
Qisi’s face was twisted into a ferocious form, his sanity turned into bubbles and exploded inch by inch, and crazy thoughts that were difficult to capture surged through his mind.
He burst into tears at some point.
The fear reaches the extreme, but instead arouses overwhelming excitement and joy. Under Qisi's mottled tears, there was a huge smiling face: "As you wish, I'm here. Should I forget about what disturbed my dream the night before?"
No response, not even a hint.
God has been speechless for a long time.
Qisi’s vision was blurred and settled, and colorful debris lay out in front of his eyes like a kaleidoscope.
He stepped on the dead leaves on the ground, listening to the "rustling" sound of broken leaves, and walked towards the body in the river.
At a certain moment, shattered sanity poured into his mind, and he finally retrieved the thoughts that were difficult to organize from the ocean of chaos.
He smiled and said to himself: "The god dressed as a Taoist in black said that you need human flesh and blood to supplement your body, but he also suggested that the villagers of Su's Village should feed you to tourists. "
"I was confused at first. Since we players have mutated after eating your flesh, how can the rules work? The contradiction must not be unreasonable, unless he deceived the villagers with his words."
Qisi stopped two meters away from the river, supported his body to stay upright, and looked down at the park with his eyes lowered. Bodies on the shore.
"No, he has actually already said the answer. 'He has the same malice towards all living things, and what he likes to do most is to induce humans to commit crimes and watch them struggle because of original sin.'"
"What you need has never been flesh and blood, but 'sins' - the 'sins' committed by ghosts and players around the core mechanism of this instance."
Silence.
There doesn’t seem to be much difference between the corpses of gods and human corpses. They may look better and have more collectible value.
Thinking of the collection value, the smile on the corners of Qisi’s lips became a bit real.
He tilted his head, took two more steps forward, and squatted down next to the delicate-looking corpse.
Under the giant golden tree, the black-haired young man held the bone-white hand hanging on the red and gold background, with crooked eyebrows:
"Then, Your Excellency the Evil God, look Am I guilty enough?”
(End of Chapter)