Chapter 154 Qingming
On Qingming Festival, Liu Pu got up early and drove a taxi for about an hour and a half. As soon as he finished the trip, he was sent a long-distance order by the order-taking APP.
The starting point is Jinjiang Community, Xiacheng District, and the destination is Qijia Village, Jincheng.
As soon as he saw this familiar address, Liu Pu remembered the strange experience of taking an order last time, and his eyelids twitched.
It seems that he was also in this area at the time. He picked up a young man and sent him to Jincheng. After the order was over, he not only had no memory of what happened during the period, but when he wanted to tell others about this strange incident , and couldn’t utter a single word.
Thinking about it now, he still feels evil.
"It can't be such a coincidence, right? There are eight billion people in the world, and it's normal for the routes to overlap; and the phone numbers are different..."
Liu Pu comforted himself, adjusted the steering wheel, and kept going all the way. Drive to the location pointed by the navigation.
After stopping for a while, I saw a young man in a white shirt and black trousers walking loosely from a distance, with a gloomy and pale face that looked particularly familiar.
"No way? No way? I'm just passing by, right?"
Liu Pu muttered in his mind, but watched helplessly as the young man dragged his suitcase and carried a rectangular box like a coffin as he got closer and closer.
The young man opened the car door and stuffed the large and small bags into the back seat of the car. Then he also sat in and held the coffin box sideways in his arms.
Liu Pu observed the young man's every move through the rearview mirror, and his eyes finally fell on the coffin box. He had countless weird thoughts in an instant, and even doubted whether there was really a corpse inside.
Qisi noticed Liu Pu's scrutinizing gaze, raised his eyes and smiled at him: "Good morning, have I seen you?"
"Little...little brother, morning Okay." Liu Pu quickly looked away, "You have so many things, do you want to put them in the trunk?"
"No." Qisi was still smiling, "There's no point in stuffing your parents in the trunk."
Liu Pu: "..."
...
Arrived It was already half past one in the afternoon when we arrived at Qijia Village. Qisi only ate a piece of bread when he got up in the morning, but he didn't feel hungry at this time.
He got out of the car carrying large and small bags and walked straight into the rolling fog. When I looked back, the people and things in the direction I came from were gone.
Clusters of white fog blocked the road and turned into cold water droplets that condensed on the body, wrapping people as if they were substantial.
The faint scent of blood was carried by Liu Lan. Looking along the source, he could see several black shadows lying on the ground not far away, probably corpses that died on the roadside.
Everything in front of him was the same as the scene in Double Happiness Town, which caused a faint sense of familiarity, which made Qisi feel at ease. He raised the corners of his lips and asked softly: "Xu Yao, are you there?"
The wind blew waves of sobs, and if you listened closely, it seemed to be just the sound of air moving the tree, and the white mist dispersed a little, A road loomed ahead.
Qisi walked on the road that had been cleaned of fog and walked towards the destination step by step. Suddenly, a smiling female voice sounded in his ears: "You walk so slowly."
"It's heavy." Qisi said matter-of-factly, "Why don't you help me take it to my house and put it away?"
Xu Yao: "..."
Two seconds later, two people in red clothes Paper figures came staggering on the wind, standing beside Qiss on the left and right, holding up the coffin box he was carrying.
The weight on his back became much lighter. Qisi quickened his pace and soon passed through a bunch of crooked old houses and stood in front of the two-story building left behind after his uncle and aunt died.
The door opened without any wind, and blood as thick as jam crossed the threshold and slowly flowed at the door.
Smelling the strong smell of blood, Qisi's breathing became much faster, and as soon as he took a look, he saw an extremely ugly male corpse.
This man seemed to have experienced a horrifying scene before his death. His eyes widened in horror, as if they were about to jump out of their sockets. The joints of his arms were weirdly bent, and his lower body was almost shattered, as if he had fallen from a high place.
Qisi came closer and smelled the fishy smell of water at the bottom of the dank well, so he knew that this person fell into the well and died.
He stepped over the corpses lying across the door and continued walking in. He saw eleven corpses neatly arranged in the center of the living room. The oldest's hair was completely white and his skin was wrinkled like paper. Tuan, the smallest one is only as long as an adult’s arm, and looks like he hasn’t gone to elementary school yet.
"What does this mean? You killed people and still piled them together, asking me for credit?" Qisi looked at the statue of the God of Joy placed in the corner, with an expression that was half-smiling.
The statue of the God of Joy remained silent, as if he had not heard anything.
Qisi sighed: "Please clean up this place. If it continues to pile up, it will rot and stink."
Twenty paper figures lined up in two lines and walked through the door. The outsiders filed in, some raised their hands, some raised their feet, and dragged the body out.
Qisi sat on the sofa and watched with leisurely eyes as the paper people got into the utility room with familiarity, took out mops, brooms and rags, stood or squatted, and clumsily dealt with the blood stains on the ground.
He thought for no reason that this old house could now be called a haunted house. Two families who once lived here died tragically. If word spreads, this place will definitely become a perfect place for paranormal enthusiasts a hundred years later.
In less than ten minutes, the paper people had cleared the ground and dissipated in the wisps of white mist.
Qisi felt a little hungry and looked at the statue of the God of Joy again: "Xu Yao, can your paper man cook?"
Xu Yao: "..."
< br>Half an hour later, a figure who looked like Mrs. Xu appeared from the thick fog, carrying a bowl of white rice with pickles and placed it in front of Qisi.
Qisi has never been too picky about food. After hastily finishing lunch, he returned the bowl to Mrs. Xu who was waiting next to him and climbed up to the second floor, which had been blocked for a long time.
Because his uncle's family all died on the second floor, the villagers who occupied this house only dared to move around on the first floor. They installed an iron gate at the stairwell of the second floor and posted several yellow talismans to deceive themselves. .
Qisi tore off the talisman paper on the door and used a thin wire to pry open the lock of the iron door. As soon as he opened the door, his face was covered with dust.
So he shouted again: "Xu Yao——"
The paper people appeared again, and after a lot of trouble, they finally cleaned the second floor.
Qisi walked into the small room where he once lived, took out the bedding and mattress from the suitcase, and spread them on the single bed; then he went to the next door to the room, opened the coffin box, and took out the two skeletons. , lay flat on the bed.
On April 2, the statue of the God of Joy was mailed to Qijia Village on time.
After sensing that the express delivery was being opened, Qisi immediately activated the effect remotely, turning the entire Qijia Village into a ghostland.
Throughout the whole day on April 3, the villagers, organized by the village chief, ran around in disbelief, and most of them died.
The death of companions arouses the feeling that things harm their own kind, and fear and despair quickly marinate the crowd. Everyone will be an excellent condiment for evil, waiting for the culprit to pick it up.
On April 4th, which is today, Qisi estimated that Qijia Village was almost transformed by ghosts, so he slowly moved in.
From now on, this is his home court. Hundreds of terrifying ghosts are wreaking havoc here, turning this place into a strange place exactly like Double Happiness Town in reality.
The danger level of regional strange events is at least level B, and the gain outweighs the loss in solving it. Shuangxi Town still has to wait for public opinion to ferment before it can be dealt with, let alone Qijia Village, which is located in the corner of the corner.
Even if there are some unsighted investigators who want to come over and cause trouble, they still have to see if they can break through the ghost blockade. Qisi recalled the corpses he saw along the way. He expected that there must be a lot of evil in childbirth, and he couldn't help but feel hopeful.
He lay on the bed, letting his consciousness sink into darkness, and returned to the game space.
When he opened his eyes again, he saw countless streaks of black smoke rushing through the void. The originally dim and old temple seemed to be nourished by sin, and the murals on the walls and ceiling were brightly colored and radiant.
Qiss watched the lively sins with interest for a while, then took out the Poseidon Scepter from the item list and held it in his hand.
The black smoke seemed to have finally found its home, rushing towards the scepter one after another, carving a crescent-shaped pattern on the white trident. If you look closely, it looks like the tentacles of an evil god, twisted and weird.
When the evil spreads in the form of black smoke, it seems to be numerous in number, but when it touches the scepter, it only outlines a single stroke and then disappears.
The temple became clean and spacious in a few breaths. Qisi's pupils dilated and narrowed, and broken words were reflected in his eyes like a dream.
[Sin... Poseidon's scepter has absorbed sin... plenty of sin...]
The prompt text does not belong to a weird game, but it has the same origin and similarities, more like the ruins that have been crushed. Cases are dug out of the ocean of redundant information when the system fails.
Countless knowledge surged in my mind, and it turned out that there were incomplete identity cards, [Forbidden Scholar] [Utopian Orator] [Closing Eyes Dictator]...
All the cards were I couldn't see the details clearly, only nouns with unclear meanings flying in front of my eyes.
A cold voice pronounced condescendingly: "This is a fate that does not belong to you."
Zeiss seemed to see the shadow of a huge golden eye, staring at him calmly through the yellow clouds and the gilded ocean.
Miscellaneous thoughts poured into his consciousness uncontrollably, filling his palace of thinking and overflowing from the gaps in his soul.
Thousands of different voices symphony in unison, telling the same meaning:
"Rules feed on sin."
Rules feed on sin, and gods gather all living beings sin, so the rule is to feed on the gods...
He has been dead for a long time, and even his divine body was swallowed by a higher being. He still did not die, but felt hungry because he had not eaten for a long time, and his consciousness fell asleep in endless waiting.
Until he tasted the taste of sin again, he finally woke up, and his incomplete consciousness began to scream eternal greed. He wanted more...
Poseidon's scepter trembled violently, and everyone Si felt that his soul was being torn apart and reorganized, peeled off layer by layer and scattered to all angles. From all directions, far or near, he looked at his body sitting stiffly on a high-backed chair, with the scepter stretched out from the scepter. Black tentacles wrapped around arms and neck.
The phantom of the tentacles extended into the blood vessels from the hand holding the handle of the staff, crawling and spreading unimpeded among the meridians and cavities. The suction cup extended new tentacles and rooted into the skin, occupying every new piece of flesh. territory.
“Seize the body.”
Qisi suddenly thought of a word.
He seems to naturally know what he should do. The way to escape from the crisis becomes increasingly clear at the bottom of his mind as his soul withdraws, just like the ancient memory engraved in the genetic code.
He walked over, held his physical hand from the other side, and led it to touch the golden vines hanging down his side.
In an instant, like a person falling into the water having a fulcrum, his consciousness returned to his body again. The pressure and suffocation on his body disappeared, and the tentacles and words were almost invisible.
The body returned to the control of the soul, and Poseidon's tentacles were forced back to the scepter. Qisi breathed rapidly, watching the strangeness in front of him fade away little by little, and his vision slowly settled over time.
The temple returned to calm once again, as if nothing had happened. In the silence, you could even hear the rapid beating of your heart, once, once...
The benefits of pretending to be a god are weighed against the risk of being killed by the Poseidon. Which one is bigger and which one is smaller is the question.
After a long silence, Qiss chuckled: "Didn't the contract say that other than Him, no other being can enter here without permission? What's the situation with Poseidon? Because I took His scepter?"< br>
He threw the scepter back into the inventory and looked sideways at the golden vine that had just saved his life.
In the ring of four leaves, a golden apple is looming. Because it has just grown, it is only half the size of a hand. It sways shyly as the eyes touch it, which is really cute.
[Fruit of the World (corresponding coordinates: Qijia Village)]
“Is it because I turned Qijia Village into a ghost domain and essentially controlled this land?”
Qisi’s feelings When he realized that the fruits of the world were pulling him in and out, he relaxed and allowed his consciousness to sink in.
Heavy golden light spots swam on both sides of the field of vision, bursts of fog condensed and dispersed, and in front of them was the floor plan of Qijia Village.
Chis gained an overlooking perspective and was able to zoom in and out of the picture with his thoughts.
Paper figures patrolling the road, corpses on both sides of the fields, birds and animals, even maggots and flies, he learned countless pieces of information within his field of vision.
It can no longer be said to be "seeing", it should be felt or "understood".
Each frame contains tens of thousands of elements, and those elements are composed of thousands of tiny branches and vines. High-precision details and a wide range of global cognition simultaneously turn into a tide. It flows through your mind and can be accessed anytime, anywhere.
Qisi thought, and then he saw hundreds of faces that were either familiar or unfamiliar.
The woman whose husband died sat huddled in the corner, with tears on her face, but she still gritted her teeth and waved her kitchen knife at the laughing paper figures outside the window.
The child trapped among the graves was surrounded by the corpses of his parents. While tightly holding on to the stiff hands of his parents, he stared at the statue of the bride and faced it.
The elderly man closed the doors and windows tightly, took out all the red cloths he could find in the house, pasted them on the windows, sprinkled a handful of glutinous rice at the door, and muttered something...
Qisi seems to be sometimes the master of the ghost realm, and sometimes the ghost realm itself, able to know the people who pass by and what happens in every corner of this place.
Including... the past, the present, and... the future.
The golden vines swayed on the side of the face, letting him know the information beyond the stage of telling.
He suddenly realized what he could do to these people, and even extend the tentacles of weird games to them.
What interesting things will happen to people who have survived two days in the ghost realm and entered the weird game?
Chis smiled happily.
He lowered his eyes and declared word for word: "My name is Qi, and I am the main god of weird games..."
In Qijia Village, all the living villagers heard a solemn cry A voice rang out from my ears. At the same time, all the ghosts' actions are frozen in that moment.
They subconsciously looked up at the sky and saw golden vines hanging from the sky, accompanied by the instructive oracle:
“Now, you have two choices.”
“Eternal life and eternal life. The nuisance of ghosts, death in reality; or, as a player, enter the weird game. "
Thanks for the 1,100 point reward for inspiring me to be a newbie in Dalao! The boss is mighty! Thanks to Qi Zhining for the 500-point reward! Thank you Taohua for the reward of over 100 points! (Current reward progress: 4347/10000)
(End of this chapter)