Infinite spooky game

Dong Xiwen was sitting on the bus. When he heard the driver shout "Those without tickets please get off at this stop", he couldn't help but glance at the young man next to him who was wearing a white shirt and a clown mask.

As players who appeared on the bus out of nowhere, he and the young man naturally did not have tickets.

However, when the bus made a sharp turn and the portrait fell to the ground, the young man took advantage of the chaos while helping to hold the portrait and stole two tickets from it.

The young man kept one for himself and stuffed another into his hand. He also threatened him through the soul leaf, saying, "As a teammate, I will do my best to ensure your survival, but I also hope that you can show enough value, so that I won't find you useless one day and kill you."

Very good, this is very Zis.

Dong Xiwen was holding the ticket with someone else's portrait printed on it. He felt that if the drivers checked one by one and found that the goods were not what they said, he and Qi Si would be finished.

He was just thinking whether it was too late to buy a new ticket when he heard the young man next to him say with a smile, "No need. Those two unlucky guys are about to be kicked off the bus."

Dong Xiwen followed the young man's gaze and saw countless banknotes pouring out of the coin slot in the coin box at the boarding area and flying towards the two passengers whose tickets had been stolen earlier.

The passenger's shadow flashed twice and disappeared. The banknotes rolled up the portrait and urn on the seat and threw them out of the car through the open door.

The car door closed again, and Dong Xiwen saw the figures of two passengers through the window.

The man's face turned green and his mouth opened strangely, as if he wanted to say something; the woman pressed her face against the car window and stared at Dong Xiwen, blood and tears flowed from her eyes, mouth and nose, leaving a blood mark on the glass.

Dong Xiwen lowered his head, and the woman's portrait printed on the ticket in his hand was also looking at him, with resentment and hatred in her eyes.

He was slightly startled, but the young man who was the culprit patted his shoulder calmly, and the corners of his lips under the mask raised an arc: "What's wrong? Don't you find it interesting to see them so angry but unable to do anything about it?"

Dong Xiwen didn't find it funny at all. He only had one thought in his mind: Should I say you are indeed a human? You are really not a human!

The bus continued to move forward, passing the bleeding stone tablet and heading towards the mountains ahead, leaving the two unlucky ghosts behind.

Dong Xiwen folded the obviously problematic ticket in half and put it in his pocket. He chatted with his brother in his mind, forcing himself not to pay attention to the ghosts on the train.

The young man took out a mobile phone that he had brought with him somehow, opened the game Happy Match and started playing. The silver bracelet on his wrist reflected the light of the blood moon, shining brightly.

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On the other side, Qis leaned against the car window, staring at the vast natural scenery outside the window in a daze.

The bus was speeding forward among a herd of cattle and sheep. From time to time, cattle and sheep would fall down due to exhaustion, and in the next moment their bodies would be trampled to pieces by their companions behind them, making loud cries.

The mountain was very close, like a tall monster crawling out from the ground when doomsday came, pressing down ferociously on the running creatures, making everything below the mountain seem so insignificant.

The animals in the front row ran too fast and couldn't turn in time, so they crashed into the mountain wall and broke their necks. The animals behind them never stopped, and one after another stepped on the corpses of their predecessors and leaped over them.

The bus rushed into the dark tunnel. It was pitch black and shrouded in darkness. It seemed like there was nothing around us, but it also seemed like it was filled with densely packed people.

Xu Yao's voice echoed in the bottom of my mind: "I've asked around. The place we're going to is called 'Shangri-La Town'. Legend has it that the living will gain eternal life there, and the dead will be purified there, so they call that place the 'Holy City'."

Qis had heard of the "Shangri-La Town". It came from a novel called "Lost Horizon", which tells the story of four Western travelers who mistakenly entered the secret land of Shangri-La and encountered all kinds of bizarre events.

"Shangri-La" once became a synonym for paradise, the Garden of Eden, beauty and happiness, luring adventurers from all over the world to Long County in search of this legendary place.

The "Shangri-La Town" that the players are about to go to is probably generated with reference to the settings in the novel, but it will most likely be presented in a distorted and terrifying way.

Xu Yao continued, "You don't have to think about eternal life. I heard from the ghosts here that all those who have crossed the boundary marker are dead and have become ghosts. Passing through a tunnel is like passing through a lifetime... Are you in the tunnel now? Why don't you just go die? Hahaha..."

The voice in my ear suddenly became sharp. It was still Xu Yao's voice, but it carried a malice and viciousness that did not belong to her.

In a flash, even the tone of the voice became unfamiliar, an old yet deliberately thin voice.

"You are dead... You are finally dead..."

"Stay...come and keep us company..."

This time all connections with the soul blades were severed. Qis held the Cursed Pendulum in his hand, ready to swing it at any time, but his body seemed to be held down by a force, becoming heavier and heavier.

He was fixed to his seat, unable to move. The ticket with his portrait printed on it flew out. The face, which looked exactly like his, was smiling strangely, with its eyes moving back and forth.

The voices of men, women, young and old swirled from all directions, circling around him with each passing word.

"What's the point of living? Die, then you won't suffer anymore..."

"Go to hell, you monster... You shouldn't exist..."

"Don't kill me, don't eat me... If you kill me and eat me, then go to hell with me..."

"Qis, my sister has changed into red clothes and hung them up. Do you think my sister is scary?"

Qisi could identify the owners of those voices, the ghost who had persuaded him to die under the bed, the children who rejected and hated him, the "friend" he had eaten, the cousin who hanged herself...

All the dead in the past seemed to be lingering in the world, and at this moment they gathered together, joyfully welcoming him to the world after death.

Chase stood up without touching the back of the chair in front of him. He took a step back, and the chair that should have been there disappeared.

The sharp wind blew on his face, causing pain like a knife; the howling of wild beasts could be heard unimpeded, and he felt as if he was exposed in the open air, alone in the vast and deserted wilderness.

In the darkness ahead stood a woman in a bright red dress, with long hair covering her face. She appeared before my eyes in the blink of an eye.

The woman turned her head to look at Qi Si, her hair was blown by the wind, and a pair of silver eyes were embedded in the familiar face: "You killed me. Now you are going to die too."

The announcement was accompanied by the ringing of bells. The scarlet main sacrifice tablet in the Hall of Thought began to tremble wildly, and a long-lost fear arose in Qis' heart, as if he had encountered a natural enemy predetermined by fate. He knew the date of his death, but was forced to rush to the end of death.

This fear is physiological, causing the laryngeal contraction, bones to rub against each other, and even the heartbeat and breathing to skip a beat, and then fall down dully the next second.

Qi Si instinctively wanted to step back, but he stood firmly in place and asked with a smile: "Qi Xinyue, after so many years, you haven't reincarnated yet? Or... are you here to intimidate me?"

The woman did not answer. Her eyes were kind and sad. The edges of her outline faded gradually and merged into the darkness.

The sky suddenly brightened up, so bright that there was no shadow at all, and it was reflective, like an overexposed photo, all white and lifeless.

The bus drove out of the tunnel and crashed into the vast plain. At the end of the field of vision, there was a row of jagged snow-capped mountains, with tortuous outlines, like the edge of a cage. All the cattle and sheep running with the bus stopped at the same moment, kneeling on the spot like people, with their hind legs supporting the ground and their front hooves together in front of their chests.

They kneel devoutly toward the snow-capped mountains, like sacrificial offerings to the gods on the eve of a festival. They create a soul-purifying power at the moment of attention, making witnesses subconsciously want to kneel and kowtow.

Qi Si found himself standing next to the open rear door of the car without knowing when, three steps away from the seat where he got in the car. If he had taken another step back, he would have fallen out of the car.

If you get off at the wrong stop, the outcome is predictable.

"Brother Qi, are you okay? You look so bad..." Lin Chen asked with concern, half of his body leaning out of the seat, as if to come over to support him.

"It's okay, the wind was a bit strong just now." Qis shook his head and sat back in the back seat.

He had a vague feeling that this copy was like an elaborate trap, and he was the prey that the trap was deliberately trying to capture.

There are too many unfavorable factors, and bad omens are emerging one after another. He doesn't know the progress of the ancestor god's revival, but he is sure that the place he is going next will be affected and controlled by him.

Combining the end of the first generation of gods and the beginning of the second generation of gods, Qis had long speculated that the ancestor god might be a tool for the self-purification of rules and the source of doomsday apocalypse.

Whenever the rules are on the verge of collapse, the dormant corpse of the ancestor god will revive again, devour all gods and creatures, and then restart, repeating the process of creating the world and being eaten by the gods.

He and Li once shared the ancestor god, and now he might become the ancestor god's food in turn. It was reasonable, but he was unwilling.

"We have arrived at the station after the tunnel. Welcome to the realm of the dead." A cold announcement broke the silence. The bus stopped beside another boundary marker and opened the front door.

Xu Yao walked into the car, holding up her bright red skirt, and chose an empty seat to sit down. She turned around and looked at Qi Si: "Did something happen just now? I suddenly couldn't contact you."

There was a hint of curiosity in her expression, and it was obvious that she asked this question not because she was worried about Qi Si's safety.

Qi Si looked behind her and asked, "Are you alone?"

"That's not the case." Xu Yao looked outside the car, "There's another handsome guy who seems to have been kidnapped by you. Don't you know?"

The young man in a brown trench coat and gold-rimmed glasses stepped onto the bus holding the railing at the right time and nodded gently to Qi Si: "Long time no see."

Seeing this, Qi Si grinned and said, "Lu Li, I didn't expect the puppet master would really be willing to let you come."

The person who came was Lu Li, who was Fu Jue's puppet in the "Hopeless Sea" copy and had tricked him and almost parasitized him through the puppet thread.

At that time, Qi Si, who had just entered the weird game and had relatively little experience, speculated that Lu Li left the island with the large group on a boat in order to release a smoke bomb.

But if we analyze it carefully, it would be too uneconomical to abandon Lu Li, a puppet with Jiuzhou background, just to confuse him - Lu Li might have another mission and might not die from the mechanism of the copy.

After merging his memories with Qi's, Qis finally understood what the missing piece of the puzzle was: Poseidon's soul and power were sealed in Poseidon's scepter for him to use, so what about Poseidon's body and authority?

The answer is ready to come out.

The end of the world is approaching, and the old gods of the second-generation pantheon are destined to become the nourishment of the rules. The candidates for the new gods are still unknown. There is a small probability that they will be promoted from the players, and a high probability that they will be restored from the first-generation pantheon.

If it is the latter, the existence of the sea god who was once the ancestor god is very subtle.

Qis raised his left hand, and a scarlet scroll of contract condensed in the void and flew towards Lu Li.

Lu Li grabbed the golden feather pen that appeared out of thin air, signed his name on the scroll, and smiled slightly: "Your request is not excessive. Xila will naturally do his best to meet it. I hope you can feel the sincerity of our cooperation."

Qi Si looked him up and down, and said with a hint of sarcasm: "I thought you had turned into the disgusting form of Poseidon, but I didn't expect you to be able to maintain your human form."

Lu Li laughed and said, "Thank you for sending me a small card and pulling me into the final instance. Otherwise, I would have forgotten how to walk upright as a human being."

New soul leaves have grown deep in the Mind Palace, and Qis has temporarily lost interest in continuing to care about Lu Li.

He has always liked to play the game of betting on both sides and hedging risks. When he met Fu Jue at Sunset Ruins, he gave him the [Merchant] card, which hinted at the desired candidate.

Fu Jue took his hint. It was not unexpected that he sent Lu Li over as he wished. The subtext of the text message conveying the intention of cooperation was to accept the conditions he proposed.

But this concession was too easy. Qi Si couldn't help but start to wonder what Fu Jue was up to. It was probably not just to get an extra spot in the final instance...

Lu Li calmly sat down in the empty seat closest to Lin Chen and smiled gently at the expressionless Lin Chen: "This should be President Lin Wu Ya Lin, right? I have heard of your name for a long time."

Lin Chen has remained silent and made few mistakes since Xu Yao got on the car. It is true that he is not familiar with the two new teammates.

Xu Yao was fine, he had met her once at dinner the day before yesterday, he knew that this girl was an NPC that ran out from the "Shuangxi Town" dungeon and had no ill will towards him.

And Lu Li... Qisi had told him before that during the final dungeon, in order to ensure that the Unnamed Guild could survive between the forces of various parties, it would have limited cooperation with the Xila Guild and the Jiuzhou Guild.

But he clearly remembered that Lu Li almost killed Qi Si in the "Hopeless Sea" copy... Even if Qi Si could let go of the past grudges, he still couldn't help feeling resistant.

And she took the initiative to strike up a conversation with him right away, it's obvious that she has bad intentions, right?

Lin Chen automatically entered the role of "Lin Crow" and said coldly: "Now that you have seen me, you don't have to look up to me anymore."

Lu Li laughed and turned his head away from looking at Lin Chen.

The door closed and the bus continued to move forward. After everyone arrived, the ghosts on the bus were not so scary anymore, the eerie atmosphere was much less, and the crowded bus seemed lively.

The wind was strong, blowing up gravel and dry grass and hitting the window glass wildly, making strange "cracking" sounds.

The field outside the window was filled with all kinds of animals kneeling, and they became denser and denser as one went forward. Some of them had been dead for a long time, and their flesh had begun to rot, exposing the bones underneath.

Gradually, human corpses appeared among the animal groups. They were also kneeling on the ground, with their hands folded in front of their chests, making a pious prayer gesture.

They seemed to have been kneeling here for hundreds of years. Their flesh and skin had completely disappeared, leaving only yellowed skeletons standing empty-handed, their eye sockets reflecting a dim, cold light.

Other vehicles can be vaguely seen in the distance, not only buses, but also horse-drawn carriages, sedan chairs, steam locomotives and other means of transportation from various eras.

The car was loaded with coffins, urns, ceramic jars, bone bottles... It seemed that all the dead in the world had come here by chance, to reincarnate and to make a pilgrimage.

The bus drove into an open space covered with white stones and stopped. The paper man on the driver's seat turned his head and made a muffled sound from his abdomen: "We have arrived at the Holy City. Dear passengers, welcome to Shangri-La, our origin, our end..." (End of this chapter)