Infinite spooky game

On the other side, men and women gathered in the temple lobby, standing or sitting, all with readable sadness on their faces.

The sacrificial pit not far away was filled with screams and cries, accompanied by the grinding of bones that made one's teeth ache. Although death had never really happened to them, the shadow it brought when it came enveloped everyone.

Each of them knew clearly that the sacrificial pit was being filled with the deaths of innocent people, and only by offering enough sacrifices could this copy have a chance of ending.

Yu Su couldn't stop crying, and she kept talking to herself while crying: "Why is this happening? I want to go down the mountain, I want to go home..."

After a day and a night, under the effect of the "turn back into a child" mechanism, her mind has regressed to that of a twelve-year-old. Compared with other players, she is just a complete child.

Li Yunyang held her shoulders to prevent her from rushing out of the temple gate and causing unnecessary casualties. She was silent, unable to say a word of comfort.

Before today, she, like many members of the Jiuzhou Guild, worshipped Fu Jue as the "savior". The latter's decision to "sacrifice a few to save the majority" was something they could not imagine.

But I have to admit that this is the only way. This instance is divided into more than one time and space, and no one is sure what decisions the players in other time and space will make. Only by completing the sacrifice as soon as possible and taking the initiative can we prevent the world from falling into the hands of crazy people who believe in massacres such as the Libra Church in the future.

But what is the difference between Fu Jue's actions and those of the massacre players? How did an idealist unknowingly fall into the trap of pragmatism, or were his previous words and deeds just a deliberate disguise?

Li Yunyang couldn't figure it out, and he didn't plan to think about it anymore. Things had developed to this point, and any hesitation would lead to eternal damnation. Those who could get to the top of the list would definitely not be saints who dragged the team down.

Shuo Meng picked up a cigarette, lit it, took two puffs, and exhaled a puff of choking smoke. He then took out the perfume bottle and sprayed it into the air twice to freshen the air.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to express some opinion, but in the end he couldn't say anything, so he took out another cigarette and handed it to Jiang Junjue beside him.

Jiang Junjue took the cigarette, looked him up and down, and said calmly, "Dream, I remember that your mental age has regressed to sixteen. Minors cannot smoke, do you understand?"

Shuomeng didn't respond. His interruption not only failed to ease the atmosphere, but instead made it even more depressing.

Xu Yao was probably the only one who didn't care about the life and death of humans. She wandered around Jiuzhou and Tingfeng's camp for a while, but felt bored, so she came to Lin Chen again and said, "President Lin, you look so ugly. Describe your current mood. I'm quite curious."

Lin Chen turned his back and didn't intend to pay attention to the female ghost. Lu Li sat down beside him and said slowly: "In fact, I have known Qi Si much earlier than you know."

He used the tone of telling a story, and Lin Chen subconsciously pricked up his ears and listened carefully. Lu Li continued: "My past experience is very similar to yours. Before I was fourteen, I was always the monitor of the class, a good student in the eyes of teachers, and a good child in the eyes of adults.

"My parents are very decent people. They taught me how to be a good person and told me the right way to deal with various situations. In many cases, I didn't know why I did it, but I just followed it subconsciously because I knew it was right.

“So at school, when I saw Qi Si being isolated by his classmates, I immediately went forward to comfort him and accompany him. It was not because I was so compassionate and empathetic, but because I knew that only by doing so would I not go against what I had always done.

"Qis and I became friends, and then Fu Jue found me. Common sense told me that it was right to comply with the requirements of the federal officials, so I followed Fu Jue's orders and did many things that might be unacceptable to you.

“After the Hopeless Sea dungeon ended, I lost my human body and was imprisoned in a holding cell as a non-human. It was a very quiet and lonely time, and the only things that kept me company were the books that Fu Jueqi sent me.

"The book was quickly finished. I no longer had to spend as much energy on acquiring knowledge and memorizing as before, and finally had time to stop and think about things seriously. I began to wonder: What is right? What is wrong?

"Good and evil are subjective standards that society has instilled in us. People who are involved are often confused, just like fish cannot recognize the shape of water. How can we judge our own gains and losses?"

Lu Li's voice became softer and softer, and farther and farther away, until it was completely lost in the sound of the wind and could no longer be detected.

Lin Chen was startled and looked around. There was no one in sight except him. The temple was gone. He was actually in an ice field covered by glaciers. In front of him was an ice wall that reflected light like a mirror.

His own shadow was reflected on the transparent ice surface, with black hair, black eyes, and a pale face. The strange thing was that although he was wearing a long black suit, the man in the ice was wearing a wrinkled hospital gown, just like he had just entered the dungeon.

"Are you... Lin Wuyao?" The man in the ice stretched out his hand and asked first, "Why do you look so sad? Did something happen?"

Lin Chen was slightly surprised, then he remembered that his current identity was indeed Lin Crow, the president of the Unnamed Guild, and the name corresponding to the [Bird-beak Doctor] card was also "Lin Crow".

He nodded: "Yes, I am Lin Crow, who are you?"

The man looked timid and said in a calm voice, "My name is Lin Chen, I am... another you."

……

Qis sat by the sacrificial pit, chin supported by his hand, calmly watching the skeletons in the pit increase layer by layer and gradually approach the ground.

The corpses screamed, stretched their arms towards the sky, and their sharp fingers left scratches on the ice wall, but they were still unable to use the force to break free from the ice pit and instead sank deeper and deeper.

The sacrifices that arrived first were soon covered by the later ones. Each sacrifice was identical in its unwillingness and resentment, and the curses they uttered were torn apart by the sound of wind and snow, like the howling of a night owl.

As time went on, the growth rate of the offerings slowed down, and finally stopped half a meter from the ground. The noise continued, and even became louder.

Fu Jue walked over and said calmly, "I have used up all the chess pieces I can discard and all the cards I can mobilize. What about you?"

"I'm almost there. The weirdness that was spread earlier has been completely detonated. It depends on whether it can cause more impact later."

Qi Si was looking at the body closest to the pit. It was a young man in his early twenties with a European and American face. He seemed to have died from Insomnia.

As soon as he arrived at the sacrificial pit, he screamed in fear, and after realizing what had happened, he began to curse fiercely. He looked terrified and angry, and his curses were probably very unpleasant to hear, but unfortunately Qis's English was poor and he couldn't understand a word.

Qis grabbed the scepter of Poseidon, poked it into the sacrificial pit with his backhand, stirred it casually twice, and crushed several of the noisiest skeletons.

When the environment became quieter, he turned his head to look in the direction of Fu Jue, but did not see anyone.

It was already dark, and the temple was shrouded in silence, like a long-abandoned tomb. The players were nowhere to be found, and the lama sat motionless beside the sacrificial pit, tapping the wooden fish.

The "knock knock" sound beat the rhythm in the snow, like the soul-calling sound to attract lost travelers back home. Qi Si knew that he was dreaming again, so he walked forward and asked, "Have you seen the ancestor god?"

The lama lowered his head and ignored him. Qi Si asked again: "Then do you know where this is?" The lama remained silent.

Qi Si was not amused, but he didn't care and walked out of the temple gate. Perhaps because it was just night and the ghosts had not yet come to pursue him, he walked a long way without seeing any acquaintances who were looking for revenge on him.

He walked aimlessly, stepped into the ice field lined with ice walls, and stopped in front of a mirror-like ice wall at the very end.

Zhou Ke was sitting cross-legged in the ice wall. When he saw him coming, he grinned: "Qisi, we meet again. I told you that you will come back again."

Qi Si looked down at him with the same playful expression, "You are not me. I don't know what you are, whether you obey the rules or the ancestral gods, but don't act too long or you will fool yourself."

"Oh? Are you afraid that your uniqueness will be eliminated, so you simply don't want to acknowledge my existence?" Zhou Ke narrowed his eyes and sneered, "I have your memories, I know your fears and desires, who else can do this except you?"

Qi Si did not answer, and continued with the previous words: "As far as I know, in the world line that Zhou Ke is in, Lin Jue activated the effect of [Dark Judge] on himself, and he also obtained the winning strategy of this copy.

"Since you call yourself Zhou Ke, then I want to ask, as the same person, if I am more complete than you and have a better chance of opening the temple of Sunset Ruins, are you willing to exchange fate with me?"

"Ha." Zhou Ke laughed dryly and looked at Qi Si with interest, "Why do you think you are more complete than me?"

Qi Si also laughed: “You said it yourself last night, I have desires, I want to live.

"Because of the possession of desires, man was raised from the ranks of beasts; what could be more complete than to allow a heartless and desireless God to have desires?"

There was a sound of breaking air behind his ear. Qis dodged the knife light and controlled the cursed pendulum to strike behind him. The sound of the weapons colliding was clear and murderous, which was a sign of the beginning of the pursuit.

Tonight's dream is connected to last night's. Chang Xu, dressed in black, stood expressionlessly behind Qis, mechanically raising his sickle and chopping it down heavily.

Qis dodged the attack, summoned a straw tiger, leaped onto its back, and drove the giant beast across the ice field.

The ice beneath feet cracked from time to time, and pairs of pale hands stretched out from the cracks, grasping the ice to gain leverage and pull their heavy bodies out of the ice.

A mass of ghosts stood in the endless snow-capped mountains, gathering towards Qi Si's location. Most of the ghosts this time were European and American, with yellow scars on their faces, and they could be seen dead from [Insomnia Bacteria].

Qis held the scepter of Poseidon tightly and waved it to bring a sudden downpour of salty and fishy rain, which was condensed into bean-sized ice crystals by the cold air before it hit the ground.

The ghosts were knocked down, and the straw tiger rushed among the twisted corpses, creating a bloody path and rushing towards the distant mountain ridges.

The shadows on both sides gradually thinned out, and Qis saw the people who had died earlier.

The tribesmen covered in animal skins sang and danced around the altar, but were steamed into mummies by the scorching sun sent down by the gods; the army dressed in armor and shouting slogans of holy war got lost in the vast desert; the sorcerer who was looking for the elixir of life set sail to the sea, but his oars were smashed by huge waves on a stormy night.

As a god, He knew the greed and stupidity of the human race very early on, and simply and brutally treated them as livestock that could be killed at will, just like humans treat weaker animals.

After realizing that simple killing would not produce more sin, He learned to induce and deceive, making humans run around for their own desires, and then crushing all hopes at the last moment before dawn, making all efforts in vain.

The emperor in a black dragon robe stretched out his wrinkled hand and murmured to himself: "I have unfinished business, and I am unwilling to die halfway..."

The middle-aged man holding the chemical reagents trembled in his hands and shouted at the top of his lungs: "I'm almost there! God, tell me what to do..."

The wounded soldier lay in the trench, gasping for breath: "I want to live, I want to go home and see my mother..."

In an instant, everyone's faces turned hideous and terrifying, and their voices turned into angry roars. The cruel god was high above, treating the joys and sorrows of mankind as a drama, but now he no longer had great power and was just a fragile mortal, so -

Take revenge on him.

The straw tiger under him broke into pieces, and Qis had to use Poseidon's scepter as a walking stick to support his body and walk forward on the slippery ice and snow.

The ghosts' claws reached out to grab him, and the curse pendulum cut off the ones closest to him. He dodged left and right, but his arms were still scratched by their sharp nails.

A drop of blood fell on the ice, staining it with a light pink color. Tonight seemed longer than last night. It had been a long time, but the sky never got brighter. Dreams are black, and white is waking up. Obviously, there are too many ghosts seeking revenge, and the culprit is still far from waking up.

The ghosts screamed louder and louder, and among them were faint cries of "help me". It was ridiculous that they hated the ruthlessness and cruelty of the gods, but at the same time they prayed for salvation from the gods. They did not hate the gods, but only hated that the gods had never satisfied their desires.

Qi Si's suit was torn to shreds, with wounds crisscrossing and blood flowing. He saw the ridgeline in front of him, like the body of a woman lying on her side.

A huge skull with white bones lay between heaven and earth, its sharp ribs grew into a dense stone forest, and colorful blood flowed under its body, turning into rushing rivers and streams.

Ancestral God.

The remains of the ancestor god that were once eaten by other gods turned into the highest snow mountain in the world.

A trembling fear arose in Qis' heart, like an ant crawling on a gloomy wasteland, thinking that the weather today was cloudy, until he looked up and realized that he was just in the shadow of a giant.

It seemed that since he entered this instance, he often felt fear, not directed at a specific thing, but the instinct of living beings that was difficult to suppress when facing death. Gods were also part of the living world.

"Help me..." Someone was moaning. For some reason, Qi Si felt that the voice sounded familiar.

Who is it? How could that person be here? Why is he asking for help?

The feeling of fear piled up and became heavier, but Qis refused to retreat. He gritted his teeth and moved forward towards the direction of the ancestor god's corpse.

At a certain moment, it was as if a boundary had been crossed, and the ghosts and various strange visions suddenly disappeared, and a white altar appeared before my eyes.

The young man in a red Tang suit and pigtails had his limbs nailed with white feathers. He lay on his back on the altar, with blood flowing like a river beneath him.

It’s Jin Yusheng!

Qi Si narrowed his eyes. (End of this chapter)