Chapter 151: The thirteenth game (ten)
"The plot is still too thin." Mu Anqi sighed with emotion, when the player who joined the clan went up the mountain to see the evil ghost, wouldn't the game end after fighting the evil ghost? And it seems that the other players also want to go up the mountain together. Even if they did not cooperate to kill the evil spirits together, it is not difficult for the players to kill the evil spirits, and the game ends too quickly.
If it is a ten-person dungeon, the mountain **** will be married the next day. Isn't this faster?
"I've improved." The dramatist retorted in a low voice, "And I'll get a lot of emotional points tonight. It's okay if the game ends quickly, and the frequency of opening can be increased."
"Also, you were still there on the day of the wedding." The dramatist continued in a low voice, "Even if it's only three days, it's enough for those players to collapse."
Mu Anqi: "..." Co-authoring the evil ghost is no longer the ultimate boss, I am!
Mu Anqi thought, this is still the case that General Ji will not take action. If General Ji is really added to this dungeon, it is probably the real "no one survived".
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The players did not reset the game again, except for Wang Erma who was going to be married, so it was difficult to go out and walk around, the other players tried their best to inquire about the specific news and deeds of the mountain god. Whether it is "God's wrath", "God's punishment" or "God's gift", they all find it a little unbelievable. Isn't this a normal natural disaster? Isn't the so-called divine gift also a natural phenomenon? It's been raining for so long, right? As for some more mysterious things, such as people who are seriously ill and on the verge of death suddenly recover, it is not that such miracles in medicine have not happened. Of course, these words cannot be refuted by these villagers, and players do not want to be forced to reset the game again. Who knows what the consequences of resetting too much will be, they never believe how well-intentioned the game will be, and these game settings are always full of all kinds of bad tastes.
But no matter how searched, verified, and inquired about news, the players did not find anything strange in the village. But a sense of disobedience and strangeness always haunted them inexplicably.
Zheng Dujuan listened to the sound of Zheng's family calling her to go home for dinner and hurried home. The setting sun in Shanshen Village was as bright as blood, and the way home seemed to be stretched very long. It felt like, but every time she turned around, she didn't find anything, until she stopped knocking at the door of her house, and her shadow seemed to tremble again in the corner of the light.
……what happened? Yes, the sun is going down, so the "dirty things" in the village are about to appear? Zheng Dujuan felt uneasy in her heart. She touched the dagger she hid in her waist, and looked at her shadow. She had the illusion that "the shadow is also looking at me".
The cool wind blew, and the sky darkened as if someone had pressed the fast-forward button. Zheng Dujuan instinctively shivered, and the uneasiness continued to grow in her heart. She walked quickly into the yard and suddenly heard " Clap la la" The sound of paper being blown. The setting sun at dusk slanted on the yard, on the Zheng family couple who were waiting for her to come back for dinner at the door of the house. The skin of the two middle-aged people is dark, and Zheng Dujuan was still a little close when she first saw them, making her think of her grandparents in the countryside and her childhood life. But now, at the moment, the setting sun shines on them, directly passing through, the dark skin seems to have turned white, they have become abnormally thin, and the expressions on their faces are stiff but still slowly changing. Zheng Dujuan watched as the corners of their mouths slowly curved into an arc. The lines seemed to be artificially placed frame by frame. It felt like watching a real-life stop-motion animation.
is paper.
man made of paper.
The colors on the Zheng family's body became brighter and the contrast became stronger. Zheng Dujuan heard a call from their mouths. She couldn't help but take a step back, and saw that the expressions of the two paper people changed to "surprised" .
Can't be exposed!
Because the sun is going down? Because night is coming? Are all the people in the village paper people? Are there any living people here? Did they perceive the difference between the player and others, and whether it was just a pretense for the mountain **** to marry...
The mediocre feudal ignorance story ran wildly in the direction of the supernatural. Zheng Dujuan didn't even have the extra energy to wonder what went wrong, to wonder what the script of this game was - or was there no script at all? Is it a night-time blindfold or a night showing the true colors of the villagers... She gritted her teeth, held down her trembling hand, clenched it into a fist a few times and released it, she took a deep breath and walked over with a smile: "I came back!"
Mu Anqi was a little surprised to see the female player's performance in front of the screen. She thought that the player would directly fight and shred the paper man and then be reset. She glanced at the emotional value contributed by this player in just a few minutes, and nodded with satisfaction: "You are right, it doesn't matter if the players clear the game in three days."
Not only Zheng Dujuan, but other players who went home also felt a strange sense of unease. This was more like an invisible emotional diffusion or induction, but the players didn't know how to defend.
When Zhao Tiezhu returned home, he and Sun Goudan were both contaminated. Although only one day had passed, they could clearly feel that their physical fitness was continuously and slowly declining. This decline would not be immediately noticeable to you. A subtle feeling. They have already told other players that unless it is necessary or there is really any super important information, it must not be reset unless it can be reset. Their rhetoric to the players is "time" and "the reset price is unknown", but in fact it is more selfish, they must get the mountain **** water to purify the pollution as soon as possible.
"Father!" Zhao Tiezhu saw the Zhao family father waiting for him at the door of the house. He called out according to the way "Zhao Tiezhu" communicated with his family in the background distribution, "What did you cook today!"
"It's all you like to eat!" Father Zhao's words carried a strong dialect, and a bright smile appeared on his face full of folds and wrinkles. Zhao Tiezhu walked up and followed his father into the house with a smile, but the sense of disobedience and strangeness in his heart was getting heavier and he didn't know why.
When he stepped into the house, he saw that the big tree in the courtyard was cast a large shadow by the setting sun. For a moment, his mind went blank, and he looked back at his shadow a little stiffly, and then looked behind Father Zhao - there was no shadow.
A-Niang had already prepared the food and looked around at the gate, and she smiled happily when she saw the two of them: "Go back, wash your hands and eat!"
Zhao Tiezhu responded with a stiff smile on his face, and there was no shadow behind A-Niang.
is it a ghost? Are all the people in the village dead? Did the mountain **** harvest their souls or trapped them forever in the mountain **** village... Repeated, reincarnated, and cleaned up their memories? Is this the essence of Shanshen Village? Mountain God is not a good thing! ——Tomorrow he has to tell the news to other players. Zhao Tiezhu thought so, but he couldn't help but feel scared, can people eat food made by ghosts? The identity of this "Zhao Tiezhu" is human or ghost, but he himself has a shadow! The villagers... Didn't the people in Shanshen Village notice his strangeness? Maybe it was discovered, so Wang Erma was given to the mountain god?
At this moment, he thought a lot, his body stiffly and obediently served the meal, and he sat honestly at the corner of the table. The rice in the bowl has distinct grains, and the steaming heat also has shadows. He looked at the dishes on the table, hesitantly and hesitantly. But he really didn't eat anything this afternoon, he was already hungry. Noon...nothing is different at noon, is it because "Hundred Ghosts Walk at Night" at dusk? But it's not small... uh. Zhao Tiezhu gritted his teeth and didn't think any more. He picked up the vegetable and stuffed it into his mouth. There was no problem in chewing it. He ate it in a big mouth. He has been paying attention to his body and shadow, and nothing has changed.
"It seems that it's just a visual change, but I can't take it lightly. It's only dusk, and it's not night yet. Maybe there will be other changes at night... Fortunately, I sleep in a room by myself, and then the door will be closed. It's fine if it is locked." Zhao Tiezhu thought to himself, he glanced at the Zhao family and his wife again, and couldn't help sighing. This NPC really doesn't want to play ghosts at all. This game always comes up with all kinds of routines. This is the first time he has experienced this type of game, and it's really a headache.
Sun Goudan didn't find anything unusual after returning home. Although he always felt very uncomfortable, he attributed it to "acclimatization". He was a person who was easily acclimatized during his lifetime. Every time he traveled abroad, he had to wait for several days to reach the destination. He had long been used to it.
After eating normally, he also helped to wash the dishes and wash the dishes, and he didn't find anything strange about the family members. Until the sky was getting dark, Sun Goudan took a bath with hot water, and when he returned from the yard, he caught a glimpse of the lights in his "parents"'s house lit up as if there were some shadows shaking. He was suddenly shocked, and quickly stepped back and looked at the window for a while. The curtains were drawn, and he could only see the shadow - he didn't know if it was his father or mother, and the person in the shadow didn't know what he was doing, but TA's head seemed to be grabbed by an octopus, and Sun Goudan saw the octopus tentacles twisting on the shadow in a trance.
...what, what's going on?
Sun Goudan activated his ability, smashed the window and rushed in, the "man" turned his back to him, and Sun Goudan saw the pair of long and narrow wings behind this man at first glance! This man's body was all green and covered with layers of scales, and the mucus dripped all over the floor, while the head he mistook for an octopus was extremely smooth, with only octopus-like tentacles. That's all...
Without warning and defense, the unspeakable and uncontrollable fear caused Sun Goudan to bend down and vomit green mucus with a "wow". There was dense cold sweat on his forehead, and madness and fear filled his brain. Just when Sun Goudan was on the verge of collapsing, Father Sun came to support him and shook him soberly: "What's the matter? Where is it uncomfortable? ?"
Sun Goudan spat out another mouthful of water, but this time it was normal gastric juice. He looked at the ground, the green mucus had long since disappeared, and A-Niang, who was standing there just now, also looked at him with a cramped and nervous expression... He wanted to say something, but his brain was stinging and confusing, and he couldn't even feel well. He has been in control of his body, and has been helped by Father Sun back to the bed, as if the sight of that glance flashed before his eyes. It's just, it's just... I can't see it clearly.
The author has something to say: Cthulhu refers to the settings in Baidu Encyclopedia "Cthulhu (Mythical Character:
"It depicts a monster with a vaguely human outline, but it has an octopus-like head with many tentacles, its body is like a scale-covered gelatinous thing, it has huge claws, and there is a To the long and narrow wings...it has a bloated and fat body....slime, the huge green body staggers out of the dark opening and comes into view.. ...like a mountain walking between heaven and earth."
--H.P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu"
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