Infinite spooky game

Blood, blood everywhere...

Qi Si stood in a pool of blood, looking up into the distance. The continuous mountain ridges lay on the vast land like a sleeping woman.

For a moment, he saw the ancestor god with white hair and white clothes lying like a wild beast, slightly raising his head and looking at him sideways.

The tent behind him disappeared at some point, and golden branches began to flutter between heaven and earth, hanging down from the sky without roots or sources, lightly tickling his cheeks.

He raised his hand to touch it, and his fingertips slipped through the shadows of the vines, as if entering an invisible realm. The leaves emitted a faint golden light the moment they were touched.

Bai Ma stood among the flock of sheep, watching Qi Si from a distance; the goats also turned their heads to the side, their pupils cold and weird.

"Your hands are covered in blood." Bai Ma and the goats opened and closed their mouths as they stated calmly.

Qis lowered his eyes and looked at the blood on his palm. The scarlet blood flowed down from both sides of his hand like ribbons, like the Hada given by herdsmen to travelers.

Qi Si Chong grinned, revealing a mouthful of grim white teeth, and laughed: "Yes, I have killed many people, so my hands are naturally stained with blood."

He condensed the [Divine Chisel] in his hand and stabbed it at the goat closest to him.

The sharp carving knife pierced the goat's neck, and blood gushed out, staining the white hair.

One goat fell down, but the others still stood there calmly and indifferently, staring at Qi Si, as still as sculptures.

Qi Si suddenly remembered that there was a time in his long life when he really hated goats.

This is an animal that lacks empathy. Even if you kill one of their own kind in front of them, they will still calmly lower their heads and chew the bloody grass leaves - this makes Qis feel very bored.

The malice released did not receive any feedback, the act of killing did not cause fear, and even the gods were not interested.

Qisi looked at Baima and asked, "I killed your sheep, aren't you angry?"

Bai Ma stroked the soft hair of the goat beside him and said with a smile: "There will be no death here. All dead creatures will return to this mountain. I will find it again soon."

The woman slowly turned and walked into the depths of the snow-capped mountains. The flock of sheep followed behind her, maintaining a consistent distance, showing an unsettling regularity.

"Where are you going?" asked Zeiss.

Bai Ma said, "I am going to look for my sheep."

Qi Si stood up and chased after him, but just as he took a step, his ankle was grabbed. A dark blue hand stretched out from under the ice and tightly grasped his ankle.

He lowered his head and saw a familiar face. The twelve-year-old boy was staring at him viciously. His flesh had been dug away piece by piece with a spoon, leaving only bloody bones.

This was the first person he killed personally in his twenty-two years of life as "Qisi", and also his first "friend".

"Do you want me to kill you again?" Qi Si asked with a smile, and cut off his "friend's" wrist with his magic chisel.

The "friend" looked at him through the ice, his face blurred by blood. More and more hands stretched out from the ground, purple and blood mixed together.

Qi Si saw more and more familiar faces: his cousin, his uncle and aunt, Liu Ajiu, Zou Yan, Yang Yundong...

The dead people stared at him, some just lay silently and sadly under the ice, while others grabbed the ice with their hands and climbed out of the ice.

They stood up one by one. Some stood still, some bared their teeth and stared at him fiercely, and some stretched out their claws to grab Qis...

"Qisi, it's all your fault... Why am I dead and you are still alive?" The cousin sobbed, her jet-black hair growing longer and longer, flowing towards Qisi.

“Go to hell…go to hell…die together…” My uncle and aunt staggered over, their necks and limbs twisting irregularly, making strange “creaking” sounds.

Qisi summoned the [Straw Tiger], a giant beast with ferocious horns and head, standing between the ghost and Qisi, opening its bloody mouth.

My uncle's family screamed in fear and fled in all directions. The straw tiger chased them on the ice and snow and bit my cousin's waist.

Qi Si lowered his head slightly and continued to move forward.

Bai Ma’s shadow could no longer be seen. There were only endless snow-capped mountains in front of him. The ridgeline was embedded in the sky like a knife edge, long, sharp and cold.

Qi Si didn't know why he was moving forward, but he did it simply because there was no reason to stop or turn in another direction.

The rustling sound of growing vines came from the side, and Zou Yan, covered in blood, suddenly appeared in front of Qi Si, with an empty space in her chest and half of her body covered with rose vines.

"We are the same kind of people." Zou Yan smiled and raised her hand, a gentle smile on her bloodstained cheek, "I really understand you. If we met at another time, we might have been good friends."

"I don't need friends, and I don't think I can be friends with you." Qi Si took a half step back, and Zou Yan's hand covered with roses fell empty.

"Is that so? What a pity. But I know, we are too much alike after all." The woman's beautiful face showed a compassionate expression, and the rose swayed wildly, flying towards Qis's face, "So... let's die together."

Qis dodged the vine that was stabbing him, but he was still a step too slow. The thorny vine scratched his cheek, leaving a deep and long bloody mark.

"Are you a ghost or a human now?" Qi Si asked Zou Yan calmly.

"There is no difference, there is no difference between humans and ghosts..." Zou Yan shook her head, her expression becoming more and more gentle, but suddenly stopped. The straw tiger pounced on her from behind and bit her neck.

“Qisi, come here, I’ll take you to hide first, and we’ll be fine until dawn!” A sweet female voice sounded from behind a boulder not far away, with a hint of persuasion, “Woo woo woo… It’s really scary, there are so many ghosts… Qisi, come quickly, if you don’t come I won’t help you…”

Qi Si turned a deaf ear and ran towards the straw tiger. The female voice suddenly became resentful: "Come here, why don't you come over? What went wrong? Why don't you come over?"

The female voice was crying and laughing, and gradually became familiar. It was clearly Zhou Yilin's voice. A strong wind blew behind his ears. Zhao Feng, whose neck was still bleeding, rushed towards Qi Si holding the cross and shouted ferociously: "I will kill you, you bastard, liar!"

The divine chisel was too short, so Qisi drew out the Seagod's Scepter, pressed against Zhao Feng's arm, and pushed forward with all his strength. Zhao Feng stumbled back two steps, quickly adjusted his body shape, and was about to continue to rush forward, but fell to the ground the next second.

Yang Yundong grabbed his legs, and then hugged his waist tightly. "There are always some things that cannot be done. People do things, and God is watching." The man stared at Qi Si with tired eyes, "You take care of yourself."

Qi Si pretended not to hear and took a few more steps forward, successfully getting close to the straw tiger. He grabbed the straw tiger's hair, pushed off the ground to gain leverage, and climbed onto the tiger's back. A hint of cool air blew on his neck. Shang Qingbei held an English dictionary and looked at him dimly: "I shouldn't have died... It's all because of you... Qi Si, you scum!"

Qi Si casually lifted the underage boy's collar and threw him off the tiger's back. Du Xiaoyu's voice rang out from the other side: "Brother Qi, I trust you so much, why do you want to hurt me? I don't want to die, I don't want to die..."

The tiger skin under him was torn in the middle, and densely packed human faces emerged from the tiger's flesh and blood. Angela, Liu Yuhan, Liu Bingding... Each of them died at the hands of Qis, and at this moment they turned into vengeful spirits and resurrected to claim their lives.

"Qi Wen, run!" A female voice sounded from under the tiger, mixed with palpable worry. Li Yao, wearing a black tights, stood on the snow and stretched out her hand to Qi Si: "Follow me, I know where to hide from them. Believe me, I won't hurt you..."

Qi Si didn't trust any ghost or person. He avoided Li Yao's hand, jumped off the tiger, and continued to run deep into the snow mountain. The ghosts caught up with him, and Qi Si held the sea god's scepter with his backhand, and drew a wide gully close to his heel.

The smell of the sea lingered in the cracks of the ice, and the warm sea breeze and the cold mountain wind collided from two directions, causing rain and snow to fall all over the sky. Fish scales and bird feathers fluttered in the air, and snowflakes fell to the ground.

Qisi looked up and could not see Baima and the sheep, nor could he tell the direction. He only knew that he had to keep going and could not stop.

He couldn't tell how long he had been walking on the endless ice field, nor could he remember how many footprints he had left on the snow-covered mountain road beneath his feet. Time became difficult to touch and estimate, and it seemed that he was the only one in this world.

"Zhou Ke!" Some people roared in unison, some angry, some sad, some resentful, and some calm.

The road ahead changed, and transparent ice walls rose from the ground. Cynthia, wearing a black robe, stood in the vertical ice blocks, slowly raised her hand, and a huge ice cone smashed towards Qis. Hansen stared at the two with a distorted face, and ice-blue flames ignited under his feet.

He Hui curled up behind the ice wall and looked up at Qi Si. Her pupilless eyes reflected Qi Si's face: "Zhou Ke, I'm so scared. Can you take me away? Please save me..."

"No." Qi Si walked around the ice sculptures and saw his face at the last ice wall. He suspected it was a mirror, but the person in the mirror smiled at him.

"Hello, Qisi, I'm Zhou Ke." the man said.

Only then did Qi Si notice that the man was sitting cross-legged in a golden cage, surrounded by golden-red flames. This was a scene from the "Grand Performance" copy, but there was something inexplicably different about it.

"You seem to be in some trouble and stuck in a dead end. I happen to have a way to break the deadlock." Zhou Ke's lips were covered with a smile like an evil god tempting his followers, "Do you want to exchange with me?"

"I don't want to." Qi Si turned and left.

"You will come back again." Zhou Keshen sneered, "I know you best."

Qi Si did not look back. He walked a little further when his shoulders were suddenly grabbed by two pairs of cold hands.

Zhou Datong and Chen Lidong stood beside him, with yellow butterfly larvae crawling under their yellow flower-covered faces. They stared at Qi Si and said in unison: "You lied to us! You lied to us!"

"I'm sorry, I did lie to you, but I had no choice." Qis was unable to get rid of the two men, so he simply gave up struggling and put on an apologetic look.

When the grip on his shoulders loosened slightly, he flipped his wrist inconspicuously.

Lingzi's prayer belt flew out from her sleeve, and the bright red silk wrapped around Zhou Datong's neck. Chen Lidong hurriedly tried to pull the prayer belt, but Qi Si pushed the two of them away and ran forward.

"Cheng An, do you think you can survive to the end if you deceive us? You will die, you will definitely die here." A resentful voice sounded from under his feet, and the world suddenly turned upside down.

Qi Si found himself lying in an ice pit without knowing when. Huang Xiaofei and Lu Zimo held hands and looked down at him, their eyes full of resentment and resentment. He was entangled in a paper chain, and Lu Zimo took a shovel and scooped up handfuls of snow and poured them on his head.

Cold, dark, suffocating...

Lingzi's ghost flew towards Huang Xiaofei, and her sharp nails pierced into the woman's flesh. Luo Haihua and his wife climbed out of the ice pit under them, helped Qi Si up, and pushed him in a panic: "Child, run! Don't look back!"

Qi Si ran a few more steps, but he couldn't run any more. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead. He held his forehead and dragged his feet, taking one deep step and one shallow step.

The wind and snow in the distance made the road lost, painting the sky and the earth a uniform gray. A huge figure was looming under the gray sky, like some kind of man-eating beast.

Qi Si saw the straw tiger again, but this time it was not torn into pieces, but intact. Sitting on the tiger's back was a girl, Nian Fu.

Nian Fu drove the straw tiger to Qi Si and extended her hand to him: "Come on, I'll take you for a ride."

Qi Si took the girl's hand, sat on the tiger's back, and asked, "Are you dead too?"

The girl giggled: "Yes, I died because of you."

Qisi said: "I don't remember killing you in the Colosseum copy."

The girl smiled even more brightly: "But a liar killed me because I met you."

Before Qi Si could ask further, the girl suddenly pointed ahead and said, "A tough guy is coming. Good luck to you. I can only take you here."

The tiger and the girl disappeared together, and Qi Si looked up and saw Chang Xu. Chang Xu, dressed in black, stared at him coldly, raised the black sickle in his hand high, and chopped down heavily at him with a biting cold wind.

Qi Si dodged and retreated. Suddenly, crazy laughter rang out in the wind, accompanied by malicious words.

"Zis, there's something I've always wanted to tell you: You're holding my face, and you dare to think you're me - are you worthy?"

Qi Si noticed that it was his own voice; he raised his hand to the corner of his lips, but found that he had not spoken.

The voice continued: "You hesitate, you are cautious, you resist risks and changes, you no longer pursue fun, you no longer gamble, you want to survive... Are you worthy of being Qi Si, a mediocre person like you?"

Qis glanced in the direction where the sound came from. He didn't know when he was back in front of the ice wall. Zhou Ke was sitting in the golden cage, holding onto the golden bars and laughing wildly at him.

"Hahahaha! You are afraid! Qisi can also be afraid!"

“I understand the conspiracy of the rules. He knows that you and I will enter the game again and return to the throne of God, but he still turns a blind eye... He wants to use this game to make you learn fear and desire!

"You are afraid and have desires. Are you worthy of being a god? Go die and become a mortal. Don't disgust me with this face and this name!"

Qi Si also laughed: "Desire? I don't even know what my desire is..."

Zhou Ke restrained his smile in a second, and looked at him with pity and teasing: "Qisi, admit it, you want to live." (End of this chapter)