Infinite spooky game

"Is that it? Let's go, it's meaningless, there's nothing to it, and it's over just like that."

"He's progressing really fast. It's only the second day, and he's already completed the main quest... Although this puzzle dungeon is relatively simple, is this a speedrun?"

"I feel like he entered this instance and started a live stream, mostly for show. I think he did it on purpose for us to see, to promote the Unnamed Guild."

There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room, but the next second, they heard the young man in the picture utter the word "no".

[After you give up and leave the instance, the instance will continue, and the difficulty and mortality rate will increase significantly]

[You will not be able to make a choice again before completing all the main quests. Are you sure you want to give up? ]

"Sure," said Chis.

This copy is obviously not over yet, and there are many mysteries that have not been solved. The plot of "Escape from Rabbit Town" has only been advanced a little, and it leaves so hastily. It is unlikely to receive very high reviews.

What's more, Qi Si had a lot of ideas about the Rabbit God who wandered between Rabbit God Town and Hope Middle School. It would be a waste to take the NE route to clear the game when he knew there was a greater benefit.

[The copy continues, I wish you good luck]

The silver-white text quietly floated up, then scattered into strokes and fell, sinking into the system interface with a light gray background.

The previous reminder of [Main Quest Completed] also disappeared, the quest progress reverted, and the words [Main Quest: Find Qi Lingzi's Body (6/7)] appeared on the interface.

Qis was still lying on his back in the pit, like a fish stranded on the shore by the tide.

The range of his vision blurred like ink. He saw shadowy figures dancing like demons and smelled the cold and stinging smell of blood and mud. His five senses became increasingly vivid, carrying mixed information into his mind, which was almost suffocating.

Qi Si blinked and realized that the corpse he possessed was still alive. A tingling sensation spread where his skin touched the soil, followed by a pain as fine as a fishing net.

The cold wind blew on his cheeks, and his perspective was blown from the ground to mid-air, overlooking the messy and crazy farce below.

The fifteen-year-old boy had his eyes tightly closed, his bleeding forehead was a bright purple, his slightly trembling lips were as pale as a ghost, he looked fragile and dying.

The black shadow whose face could not be seen clearly had a thin and flat figure, like a crudely made NPC in a word game, but also reminded people of the thin ghost in horror stories.

They circled around the boy in the pit, their voices sharp and high.

"It's almost time, and everything is ready. Let's pray to the Rabbit God together."

"It's a wonderful thing to please the gods with the most annoying guy among us, and in return, all of our wishes will come true."

"When he helps us realize our wish, we won't hate him anymore, because he will die."

These dialogues sounded particularly familiar. Qi Si had heard them at the Careful Rabbit God Festival held by the girls last night. Now, the protagonist was just changed, so he applied them exactly to Lu Ming.

In the silent forest, the mist spread into a vast expanse of white, reflecting the hazy twilight.

Short rabbit-like hair appeared on the face of the boy in the pit, and his mouth and nose slowly protruded outward, with sharp teeth growing.

Qi Si lowered his eyes and looked at the prop column. The [Rabbit God Mask] was lying quietly in the grid, with no signs of being used.

The rest of the props were also temporarily blocked and could not be mobilized by mind.

At this moment he was just a passer-by, watching the past buried under whitewash with cold eyes.

"The Rabbit God descended to the northwest, wearing red and colorful clothes and sitting on a high platform, blessing and protecting generations...

"Three families celebrated with fireworks, and the carriage passed through the southeast street, deep in front of the cave..."

Handfuls of dirt were poured on the corpse, and strange sacrificial songs swirled between heaven and earth. Everything seemed to become silent and solemn, but a touch of bright red flowed in the dark green forest, and suddenly flew over and pounced into the pit.

It was a rabbit wearing a red kimono, with bloodshot eyes, a ferocious face and sharp teeth.

The shadows screamed loudly, picked up clods of earth and stones from the ground and hit the rabbit on the head. The rabbit just lay down quietly, replacing the boy in the pit, and was buried by layers of mud.

The word "scapegoat" flashed through Qi Si's mind.

Legend has it that in order to test the loyalty of believers, the evil god ordered them to kill their own children as sacrifices; the prophet told the believers that they could use lambs instead, so the believers killed lambs for sacrifice.

In the Rabbit God Festival at Hope Middle School, someone has to sacrifice, because the power of an individual cannot fight against the brutality of a group, and human desire and greed will always exist.

It doesn’t matter who is sacrificed. Different choices extend to different world lines, and finally converge to the same ending.

Lu Ming should have died first, or rather, Lu Ming was the one the children originally intended to sacrifice.

However, Lingzi accidentally discovered this and mistakenly became the sacrifice on the altar instead of him.

The rabbit originally chosen for sacrifice survived, but the other rabbit that licked his wounds died because of him. The originally docile and cowardly rabbit finally learned to be angry, and vowed to avenge the dead rabbit on the world.

His power was too weak, so he prayed to God with his life; ordinary people thought that the report that exposed the secrets of Hope Middle School was all he asked for, but they didn't know that true revenge is silent and terrifying.

He turned the entire Hope Middle School into a ghost town. All the students and teachers were puppets on the stage for seven days, performing absurd farces endlessly until the girl was resurrected...

"Lu Ming, are you okay?" Li Fang's voice came from above, becoming clearer and clearer. "The teacher shouldn't have told you about this, but you and Lingzi are both from orphanages, and you are so close...

"The teacher tells you this only because I hope you can protect yourself. You must study hard, pass the exam, and go as far as possible. If possible, don't come back..."

The mountain forest disappeared piece by piece like a broken puzzle, and was replaced by a palely lit office. Li Fang sat behind her desk, staring at Qi Si's face with a worried look.

Qi Si handed the death report in his hand back to Li Fang and looked at her without blinking: "Teacher Li, what would have happened if I had not been able to leave and stayed in Hope Middle School?"

"You will die too... They will kill you..." Tears and blood flowed from Li Fang's eyes, and her lips kept moving, overflowing with sticky blood.

Several white threads suddenly appeared between her lips, sewing her upper and lower lips together. Every time she opened her lips, the pale pink threads were exposed: "Lu Ming, be careful of them... They are all crazy..."

The words of warning seemed to have triggered something. The temperature around me dropped at a perceptible rate, and a bone-chilling coldness penetrated my body surface.

Qi Si stepped out of the office and closed the door. The light in the corridor dimmed at some point. The long ceiling light flickered wildly as if it had poor contact, making everyone's face flicker.

The students stood by the iron railings at the edge of the floor, their eyes on their pale faces were as black as if they were painted on, their lips were dry and withered, revealing their fine teeth. They stared at Qis intently, their eyes following Qis's steps, as stiff as clockwork dolls, their full malice overlapping with the dark shadows surrounding the pit in their hallucinations.

Qi Si walked quickly past the classroom of Grade 6 (). An unsettling red light shone through the window, accompanied by a strong smell of blood. Dense bloody palm prints filled the window, and fresh blood flowed like threads, accumulating on the windowsill.

Twisted figures were biting each other in the classroom, pieces of flesh were torn off, and internal organs and blood vessels were hanging from the window frames. Crazy laughter jumped between crying and wailing: "Kill all of you, and I will be the first!"

The newly severed head was placed on the table and chair, showing a joyful smile as if it had won a victory. The broken arms and limbs covered the ground between the tables and chairs, and those that could not be piled up poured out of the cracks in the door, crawling towards Qi Si as if they had life.

There were mouths growing on the palms of his arms, uttering persuasion: "Lu Ming, come and kill us... If you kill us, you will get a good ranking..."

Qi Si took a look at the banned cursed pendulum in the prop column and the Poseidon's Scepter that had been lost for a long time, and gave up the idea of ​​going into the classroom to take a look around.

He silently took out the recorder and pressed the switch.

[Four...two...nine...seven...three...six]

The young man's voice spit out numbers coldly and clearly. The broken arms and limbs successfully lost their target and crawled around aimlessly on the ground. After touching the heels of the students in the corridor, they started to fight madly.

The copy world has undoubtedly fallen into chaos, like an upside-down and illogical nightmare, gathering all kinds of fears and disgusts from school days and presenting them in an exaggerated and bizarre form.

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Qi Si lowered his eyes and continued walking along the corridor towards the stairs on the other side.

In the classroom of Grade 7 (), the students sat motionless, their bodies all emitting a ghostly pale marble color, clearly covered with a thick layer of plaster.

The solidified paste fixed them tightly to the seats; they stood with their backs straight, their heads buried in their pens, their postures so standard that there was no difference at all, like a group of sculptures in a large art exhibition.

When Qis passed by, they seemed to sense something and slightly tilted their heads to look out the window. Not finding the target, they slowly turned back to their original position.

The recorder in my hand became warm and the battery was rapidly draining away, leaving only two bars.

Qis began to run, and the ground under his feet began to seep blood from the edges. At first, there was only a thin layer of blood, which disappeared to the heels in just a few seconds. Every step he took left a concave footprint, splashing a few drops of blood.

In the Grade 8 () class, the students’ faces were torn off, exposing the soft flesh behind. Countless faces were pasted on the blackboard and windows, their empty eye sockets staring straight at the figures in front of them.

The dean of studies, who looked as flat as a mummy, walked straight from the end of the corridor. The students in the corridor scattered and went into their respective classrooms. The bodies of the last few students exploded with a loud bang, and the scattered blood mud merged into the river of blood under their feet.

Qi Si, holding a recorder, passed by the dean of studies.

The students of Grade 9 (10) and Grade gathered together and talked loudly about the horror legend.

"Do you know? Hope Middle School is built on a cursed land. Legend has it that an evil god once brought down divine punishment at a fireworks festival a hundred years ago, killing all those who worshipped him and cursing their descendants who lived on this land..."

"I heard that the evil god was sealed under the lake next to the playground, luring passing children to drown. Every late night, crying sounds can be heard by the lake, and when you get close, you can see ghosts lurking at the bottom of the lake!"

"It sounds interesting! Let's ask Lu Ming to go to the lake in the middle of the night and take some photos for us! For someone like him, no one will feel sad for him even if he dies!"

"Who wants to play with the bamboo cage eyes? Let's let Lu Ming play the ghost. He can't catch us, so he will always be the ghost among us!"

The black sheep effect: when a few people in a group start bullying a weak person, others will follow the herd mentality and either sit back and watch or join the bullies.

Lu Ming is such a black sheep.

He did not have a happy time at Hope Middle School. He was isolated by his classmates, under pressure of academic performance, and the suddenly strict school rules...all of them made him miserable.

Fortunately, Lingzi appeared. She had the same experience as him, but was so optimistic and bright. She replaced him as the target of malicious intent and saved him from the whirlpool...

The recorder in his hand released a scorching temperature. Qis looked down and saw that there was only one bar of power left. The current consumption in just a few minutes was much faster than the previous few hours.

The stench of decay and dampness wafted from the classroom. The students gathered there were already corpses, but they were disguised as living people with makeup and performed a puppet show that simulated scenes from the past.

"Have you heard? The evil god under the lake is the Rabbit God who can grant wishes. He is imprisoned there. All you need to do is sacrifice a life to him to fulfill any wish."

"I also heard that all the children who drowned were secretly sacrificed to the Rabbit God by the school. That's why our school can perform so well in the exams every year."

"But no one drowned six months ago, the sacrifices stopped, and the Rabbit God will not fulfill the school's wishes, so we have to study hard..."

"It is said that they had to stop the sacrifice because someone came to investigate. Then let's do the sacrifice secretly, and there will definitely be no problem!"

"Lu Ming and Lingzi, the two most unpopular children, let one of them sacrifice the other so that all of us can realize our wishes!"

A more complete truth unfolded before his eyes. Qis seemed to have sensed something. He looked up at the window across the classroom. A rabbit in red clothes was hanging outside the window glass, looking at him from afar.

He curved the corners of his lips as a greeting, turned, went to the staircase, and walked down the steps in the thick darkness.

Every floor was in chaos, with sticky blood flowing aimlessly everywhere, forming dripping curtains on the edges of the stairs.

Qi Si went all the way down to the first floor. The recorder gradually cooled down and the battery level remained at one bar.

In the dense mist, the light from the street lamps refracted and diffused, presenting the shimmering light of water. Ghosts flew freely in the water vapor, never stopping in front of the uninvited guest.

In the wet silence, he stopped and said with a half-smile: “What are you expecting?

"Would you like me to go through everything you've gone through, to feel your pain and anger, or would you like me to be used by you by threatening me with terrifying ghosts and the risk of death?"

The cold wind blew the white mist, there was no human voice to answer, only the howling of ghosts. The autumn leaves carried by the wind fell rustlingly, like blood and flesh.

Qi Si restrained his smile, lowered his eyelids, and sighed: "It is cowardly to expect sympathy from those who have nothing to do with you, and it is even more stupid to threaten you with a strong appearance but weak heart. You have neither the courage to be selfish nor the awareness of taking responsibility, but you still expect a perfect ending...

"When you were lonely and in pain, you sought comfort from Reiko. When you were in despair, you prayed to the Rabbit God for salvation. Unfortunately, no one and no God could truly save you, who was worthless. And now, you have nothing, and even your life has been given away—"

The young man spoke with understanding, but his tone was particularly playful, and the scarlet blood flowing in his lowered eyes was as thin as silk, as if an evil god was living here.

He lifted his eyelids and asked the outline of the human figure in the fog with compassion and indulgence, like a god:
"Lu Ming, what are you going to sacrifice, and how are you going to ask me for help?"

(End of this chapter)