God's way of opening infinite games

"From now on, there will be no more mountain gods."

"You are just a bunch of ignorant and ignorant murderers."

"Since you believe in mountain gods so much, let it feel like you are often treated as sacrifices."

On the night of the first night when the heavy rain stopped, the residents of Tongjiang Village went to the ancestral hall to worship the mountain god at night as usual, expressing gratitude for the manifestation of the mountain god.

It was the first time I heard the mountain god speak, but the words were creepy.

All the villagers talked a lot, not understanding why they annoyed the mountain god.

At this time, a villager responded.

"This, it seems to be Chang Daixuan's voice?"

There was a sudden silence in the ancestral hall.

A huge cloud of panic hung over the hearts of all the villagers.

Start this night.

Everything has changed drastically.

All the villagers who participated in the sacrifice faded their simple and honest faces, put on cruel and terrifying masks, and attacked the villagers wantonly.

Tongjiang Village is like a huge cage without a key, and the people trapped inside can't see a chance of survival.

At night, they were afraid and hid at home, fearing that they would be dead on the ground in the next second.

The tape is rewound during the day, and the memory stays forever on the morning of the second day after the sacrifice.

No matter how they leave marks when their memories are restored at night, they will disappear completely in the daytime without leaving any traces.

"Since you are well aware of the danger of these people, why risk your life to be in the same room with them?"

Xun An leaned his back against the door, folded his hands and looked at the villagers who were squatting on the ground and sweating.

Bo Yu and Yu Baoer stood behind the villagers, one on the left and one on the right, blocking the escape route.

Beside him was a plank bed covered with floral sheets, on which lay a corpse with a blue complexion and no heaving chest.

It was the village woman who talked to Xun'an in the morning.

The plan to find security fell through.

After the sun went down, there were no villagers carrying sedan chairs up the mountain as he expected.

Without going up the mountain to offer sacrifices, it was naturally impossible to leave Tongjiang Village, and there was no attack by villagers like last night.

Bo Xun was happy, although he didn't express it, but Xun An could clearly feel the change in Bo Xun's aura.

He had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​going up the mountain first, and went to ask a villager together.

Could it be that he guessed wrong, not reincarnation day and night?

Coming out of the dark warehouse, Liu Ningyu's house had already turned on the lights.

A bright moon hangs high, and there are rustling insects in the distance.

Xun'an originally wanted to ask Liu Ningyu's family directly, but then he thought that none of them had come back from the dead, so asking them was meaningless.

He thought of the villager who was lying asleep next to the attacker, and ran to his house as soon as he turned his feet.

"I, I don't want to either, but, but if she's not by her side when she opens her eyes, then it's over."

The villager shuddered, recalling bad memories.

"This is Chang Daixuan's game rules..."

The villagers trembled like pouring beans, vomiting out everything they knew.

Xun'an looked at the villagers in front of him who seemed to be grabbing life-saving straws and wept bitterly. He was about to grab Xun'an's trouser legs while crawling, but he avoided him.

"Please, help me! Help me!"

Bo Yu was slightly annoyed, and wanted to drag the villagers away from Xun'an's feet.

"People are always responsible for what they do."

The same goes for Chang Daixuan.

Ignoring the howling and collapsing villagers, the three left.

"He doesn't seem to have anything to do with Chang Daixuan, we..."

Xun An glanced sideways at Yu Bao'er, and saw the clear compassion in her eyes.

"Birds of a feather flock together."

Yu Bao'er kept silent, and felt that she was overflowing with sympathy.

"Everyone is responsible for Tongjiang Village's current fate. The victim is also the perpetrator. No one is worthy of pity."

Xun An was walking on the deserted streets, and there were countless peeping eyes hidden in the dark in the houses on both sides.

If you can't go up the mountain tonight, you can only wait for the next time.

According to the narration of the villagers, Chang Daixuan regarded all the villagers of Tongjiang as her own toys, set the rules of the game, and watched them suffer torture in the game with cold eyes, with no way to survive.

On the night of the sacrifice, all the people who went up the mountain to worship turned into irrational ghosts and attacked the villagers. As long as one person died in their hands, the rest of the villagers would be safe and sound, and the next day would be peaceful.

It is very similar to offering sacrifices to mountain gods. The only changes are that the conditions for praying have changed from good weather to survival, and the sacrifices have changed from teenage children to adults.

It's just that Chang Daixuan got worse. Whenever the rooster crowed, which symbolizes the rising sun, the assailant would consciously return to her bedroom at home and become no different from ordinary people.

No matter where the villagers are, they must rush to their side before the attackers wake up at dawn, otherwise they will definitely be attacked at night.

Repeatedly, Tongjiang Village will eventually become an uninhabited Nomura.

In this way, Yinyao became an excellent scapegoat in the eyes of the villagers.

Xun'an glanced at Bao Hao beside him.

Yin Yao has a keen intuition, and can guess the murderous intention from the words of the villagers, so he takes the opportunity to escape.

If Bo Yu hadn't intervened, maybe Yinyao could have escaped.

"Let's go back to the ancestral hall first."

It is estimated that this dungeon will be cleared tomorrow night.

"If Chang Daixuan really turns into a ghost or something, how are we going to deal with her?"

Seeing Xun An's expression was calm, Yu Bao'er didn't worry about what to do when facing the boss tomorrow. She seemed to have a well-thought-out plan and knew the way to defeat Chang Daixuan.

"Chang Daixuan's ability is obvious to all. We can't subdue her by force alone."

Yu Bao'er let out a cry, feeling a little at a loss, "Then can't we use talisman papers to deal with her like other dungeons?"

"Did you bring a talisman?"

Yu Baoer shook her head.

"It's probably useless to bring it."

No matter what connection Chang Daixuan has with the so-called mountain god, now she has exceeded the abilities that ordinary ghosts should have, and the chances of winning by fighting are extremely slim.

Xun'an speculates that the ending of this dungeon is likely to be like Xun Chao's, offering options for players to choose, or directly giving a fixed ending.

On the way back to the ancestral hall, the three happened to pass by Chang Daixuan's house.

"Hey, if they hadn't killed Chang Daixuan's parents, maybe they wouldn't have ended up like this now."

Looking at the closed door, Yu Baoer recalled what the villagers said just now.

The so-called sacrifice to the mountain god, in addition to preparing tribute, joss sticks and other common sacrifices, the most important thing is the boy who was sent up the mountain.

They were asked to wear their most beautiful clothes, with cinnabar on their brows, and they were carried on red sedan chairs, listening to the lively sound of gongs, drums and bells, step by step up to the sacred mountain that symbolizes death.

On the mountainside of the sacred mountain, there is a naturally formed cave with a narrow mouth and a wide body.

The sacrificial children were locked inside, and once the villagers blocked the entrance of the cave, their only end was to starve to death.

"Chang Daixuan's parents couldn't bear to see their children starve to death, so they secretly went up the mountain to deliver food to Chang Daixuan."

The villager sighed.

"Who knew that the second uncle, the head of the village next door, just happened to see it, and secretly led someone to follow them all the way up the mountain."

As soon as Chang Jiasheng and his wife moved the boulder in the cave within a few centimeters, they were surrounded by villagers who followed up the mountain.

While everyone was arguing and shoving, Chang Jiasheng and his wife were unfortunately thrown down the mountain.

The tragedy came suddenly and the end was sloppy.

The frightened villagers fled in a hurry, while Chang Daixuan, who witnessed the whole process through a small gap in the cave, was hysterical.

She may not have been able to see who pushed her parents down the mountain, but she deeply remembered the colors of the clothes worn by the villagers.

There are many people in black clothes, few people in white clothes, and clusters of people in yellow clothes.

Chang Daixuan roared and roared.

Even at the foot of the mountain, it seems that Chang Daixuan's mournful cry can be heard.

"This is not an accident, but an inevitable result. Even without Chang Daixuan, if Tongjiang Village continues to believe in this bad habit, sooner or later it will reap the consequences of itself."

The tragedy of Chang Daixuan's parents only accelerated this result.

The ancestral hall hurried past overnight.

During the day, Tongjiang Village regained its sense of peace, but the three people who knew the truth knew that this was the last time Tongjiang villagers could enjoy.

When they see Xun An and others, they will still think that they are strangers who have just arrived, and entertain them warmly.

No one would have thought that the villagers with simple smiles on their faces and warm hospitality had indirectly or directly killed dozens of innocent lives.

As night fell, Xun An and the others found an excuse to get out of the villagers who entertained them, and rushed to the warehouse in the backyard of Liu Ningyu's house.

As the end drew near, no one spoke out.

Yu Baoer worried that Chang Daixuan was too cruel, and the other three might give it for nothing.

Xun An was thinking about things other than dungeons.

If he and Bo Yu always get along like this, it will be a headache for him.

He has seen too many fateful mandarin ducks in the world divided into flying swallows, loving couples who hate men and women, whether it is the feelings of humans or gods, he wants to stay away from them.

However, Bo Yu's emotions were too thick and long-lasting, which made him unable to reject Bo Hao as straightforwardly as he rejected other people.

What's more, he likes this game quite a bit, Jill Four is also very cute, and there are delicious fructose.

Xun An sighed silently, as if unconsciously, his feelings for Bo Yu had changed.

He looked at Bo Yu, and met his eyes that had been watching him all the time.

Gods are different from human beings, and the fragile things like emotions under the eternal life span are likely to crack due to the infinite extension of time.

The so-called forever and ever.

How much test can Bo Yu's self-proclaimed secret love of a thousand years stand?

Xun An turned his gaze away, hiding his emotions.

Since this game was born for him, why not use the game to verify it.

"The mountain gods show mercy and give grace; bless me in Tongjiang, and the weather will be smooth."

The sacrificial speech sounded at the right time, symbolizing the beginning of a new round of games.

The sedan chair was lifted up into the air unsteadily, and the weight of the three adults did not arouse the suspicion of the bearer.

They echoed the sacrificial speech in low voices after the long requiem bells.

The loud copper cymbals and the heavy drums sang together, as if they were playing music for a married bride.

The outside world cannot be seen in the sedan chair, and they can only judge roughly where they are based on the time and direction.

When the sedan chair tilted to the right twice, Xun'an knew that walking a few hundred meters straight was the entrance of Tongjiang Village.

"Bell~~"

There was another lingering bell ringing.

The footsteps of the person carrying the sedan chair seemed to slow down, and the rubbing sound of stepping on the gravel road could be heard in his ears.

It shows that they left the village smoothly, just like Chang Daixuan once, approaching the end of their destiny bit by bit.