I Became a God in a Horror Game (Unlimited)
Chapter 360

Mu Sicheng touched his chin and was about to continue asking for details when he was startled by the sound of the bench moving in front of him.

The two old men sitting in the front stood up stiffly and pressed the FM button to turn off the TV, but this old TV with poor contact seemed difficult to turn off. The old man kept pressing the button with his head down. The picture on the TV became distorted and layered, the voices in it became harsh and high-pitched.

Mu Sicheng was about to ask what was going on when Bai Liu patted him on the shoulder and motioned him to look under the cabinet.

The TV plug lay there, unplugged.

Unplugged TV, artificially dubbed voices…

Mu Sicheng slowly turned to look at Bai Liu, sweat dripping from his forehead. He mouthed soundlessly, “So this is not a TV scene at all…”

“It’s the actual scene.” Bai Liu said calmly.

The changing images on the TV suddenly turned and froze.

On the black and white screen appeared Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, who were huddled in the corner.

They didn’t know when, but a group of women with their heads bowed stood around them, wearing shrouds and holding scarves. Facing them were two open coffins.

A pair of blue-black hands slowly stretched out from behind the small TV. Heads with black cracks on their faces popped out from around the TV. Their facial features were pulled into strange shapes as they stared at Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng with squinting eyes.

The old man who was facing away from them turned his head 180 degrees. His kind face was filled with hatred and resentment. His teeth were clenched as he spoke in a voice that sounded like a dubbing from a TV,

“You descendants have finally returned. Drag them to the mass grave and bury them!”

Bai Liu pulled up the still confused Mu Sicheng without hesitation, then jumped over the two coffins blocking him and stood up before sprinting away.

The ghosts behind them were emitting black gas and looked like a spider with limbs and articulations sticking out from its neck and abdomen. It crawled towards the wall and chased Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng with a ferocious face. The two old men twisted their heads to their backs, laughing as they waved their limbs back and forth while walking backwards to chase Bai Liu.

Although the two old men were walking backwards, they were very fast. They were about to touch the corner of Mu Sicheng’s clothes in a few blinks of an eye. A look of delight appeared on their pale old faces, their fangs bared and their saliva dripping.

“Fuck!” Mu Sicheng came to his senses, took the initiative and grabbed Bai Liu’s arm, then ran wildly.

Mu Sicheng rushed out of the house, with those things chasing him closely. The dark Yinshan Village was full of fog. Mu Sicheng originally wanted to go directly towards the temple, because this place must be the safest.

As a result, when they were about to run to the temple, Mu Sicheng looked carefully and found the lights at the temple entrance flickering. Under the alternating lights, he could vaguely see five figures standing next to the wreaths placed on the ground at the entrance of the temple, waving slowly at them, as if calling them over.

Mu Sicheng went a little closer and saw that there were five old men wearing funeral clothes with dark blue and purple faces. They had affectionate but creepy smiles as they waved their black fingernails that were more than an inch long.

There were seven coffins neatly opened in the temple.

“There are five here and two in the house, which makes seven.” Bai Liu made a quick judgment. “The Yin energy is too strong at this time. These seven old men have all escaped from their coffins. They can’t go back to the temple.”

Mu Sicheng asked anxiously while running, “Then where do we go?!”

Bai Liu made a prompt decision, “It’s not safe anywhere at this time, let’s go to the mass grave at the bridge head.”

“Ah?!” Mu Sicheng was stunned. “Why go there?!”

“To dig a grave.” Bai Liu answered calmly.

Mu Sicheng asked in horror, “Dig a grave?! Why?!”

“The almanac master records all the weddings and funerals in the village. During funerals, he will write a biography for the body and bury it in the grave together with the almanac of the village events of the day.” Bai Liu explained quickly while running, “The tomb here was built later. The bodies buried here are those that meet certain conditions. Most people in Yinshan Village are not buried in this tomb.”

Mu Sicheng reacted, “You mean what happened when those men died more than a hundred years ago, it was all recorded in the almanac by this almanac master and buried with their coffins on the mountain?”

“That’s right.” Bai Liu nodded, “And not only that, do you remember when we met the Paper Taoist in the tomb, crossing the ghost bridge to chase away the zombies? I think those zombies are the men who died outside and were buried on the other side of the mountain.”

“Right, those zombies were torn into pieces and then stitched together, just like in the TV. They were the husbands of the sacrificial bridge ghosts…” Mu Sicheng suddenly realized, “Right!”

Bai Liu ran towards the entrance of the village, his breathing uneven, but his speech rapid, “The Paper Taoist is the incarnation of the Zombie Taoist. On the one hand, he drove these zombie men from the top of the mountain across the bridge and into the village. On the other hand, he manipulated the ghosts to move the coffins of the brides out of the tombs and into the village. Finally, he sucked the life force of the last seven descendants of the village.”

“When the critical number of the seventh day after death arrives, the dense yin energy formed by the evil resentment, coupled with the evil corpse-refining technique that has lasted for a hundred years, will be enough to make this zombie Taoist appear in the world and start a killing spree.”

Bai Liu ran to the entrance of the village and finally stopped.

The ghost behind him let out fearful roars from afar, as if it were afraid of something and did not dare to approach easily. Next to the archway at the entrance of the village in front of Bai Liu, there stood a tall Taoist zombie with his hands raised flat, his face and body covered with yellow talismans, but he did not move at all.

Bai Liu looked at the zombie quietly for a while, then suddenly walked forward and tore off the two Yin Corpse Talismans on the zombie’s face.

After removing the two talismans on the zombie’s face, its face was roughly revealed.

Unlike its tall appearance, this zombie had its eyes closed, with darkness around its eyes, delicate and handsome eyebrows, and a deathly pale complexion.

Mu Sicheng took another breath when he saw it. His eyes kept wandering between Bai Liu’s face and the zombie. In the end, his eyes became almost mosquito-coils, “… Bai Liu, this zombie looks just like you!”

That’s right, except for the height, this zombie looks almost exactly like Bai Liu after working overtime for a week, completely drained of life.

Bai Liu was very calm, “I use evil sorcery, and this zombie Taoist is also good at using evil sorcery. I should be his descendant. It makes sense that he looks like me.”

“You already knew that this zombie looked like you, so when you released it, you used so many Yin Corpse Talismans to cover its face so that Kong Xuyang and his teammate wouldn’t find it.” Mu Sicheng suddenly realized something, “This zombie didn’t chase you because you are his descendant, right?”

Bai Liu said calmly, “That should be it.”

“… Strange…” Mu Sicheng touched his chin, “Didn’t you say that Kong Xuyang and his teammate already played this game once? They must have seen this zombie before if they’re so frightened by it. They should have seen that this zombie’s face looked the same as a player around them. Didn’t they realize they were role-playing as the descendants?”

“I’ve thought about this question, too.” Bai Liu seemed to be thinking about something. “But judging from their final reactions, I think Kong Xuyang was very afraid and avoided close contact with this zombie. As soon as the zombie approached, he cowered and crawled on the ground. I don’t think he has ever faced this zombie directly.”

“Yang Zhi kept turning his head to look at the zombie. I think he must have seen the zombie’s face.”

“Now that you mention it, I also find it a little strange. Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang should have played this game before, but Yang Zhi seems completely ignorant of many things, just like us. In the temple, he keeps questioning Kong Xuyang, but at the same time, he clearly knows about other things…” Mu Sicheng frowned and thought deeply, “For example, Yang Zhi has obviously faced this zombie before, but he doesn’t seem to know the setting of future generations at all. It is obvious that he can guess it just by looking at the zombie’s face.”

“Why can’t Yang Zhi remember it? Obviously because this game is so scary.”

Bai Liu suddenly changed the subject, “Under what circumstances do you think people would forget a scene that had a strong impact on them?”

Mu Sicheng thought for a moment, “Encountering something more impactful? Forgetting things too much? Losing your memory?”

“Tsk.” Mu Sicheng shook his head and frowned. “These reasons are a bit far-fetched. Besides, Yang Zhi doesn’t look like he has lost his memory. It’s us who have lost our memory. How come he doesn’t remember this scene? It’s really weird.”

Bai Liu slowly turned his head to look at Mu Sicheng and smiled, “You reminded me.”

Mu Sicheng’s scalp tingled at Bai Liu’s smile, “What did I remind you of?”

“In addition to amnesia, a person may also be confused and forget the strong impact scenes he encountered.” Bai Liu looked at the zombie’s face that looked like his own, “That’s confusion.”

Mu Sicheng was confused, “He got confused? That’s impossible, right? It wasn’t something that happened decades ago, how could he get confused?”

“If this happened decades ago for Yang Zhi,” Bai Liu said with a smile, “Don’t you wonder why we lost our memories as soon as we entered here? In a competitive game, isn’t it unfair to us two contestants?”

Mu Sicheng hesitated, “What do you mean?”

“I was thinking.” Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng, “This is a game with strange settings like ghosts and gods. Does Yang Zhi, as a player, have his own abilities, such as a spell that devours memories?”

“And devouring decades of memory from two people caused his own memory to become blurred, confusing his recollections and making him unable to remember many of the things he experienced in the last game.”

“Including this zombie’s face.”

Mu Sicheng felt that Bai Liu’s inference was outrageous and was about to open his mouth to refute it. However, when Mu Sicheng thought about it carefully, he found that all the inconsistencies in Yang Zhi’s words matched up, so he had to swallow his rebuttal.

It was really disgusting and nauseating to have your memories swallowed by someone else, just like a diary that you hid without your parents’ knowledge, being made into a PPT and played on a loop in front of a stranger who has ill intentions towards you.

Mu Sicheng rubbed his arms and asked, “What if Yang Zhi really swallowed our memories? He won’t find something in our memories to deal with us, right?”

“Deal with us?” Bai Liu smiled nonchalantly, “Is your memory such a harmless thing?”

Mu Sicheng was stunned, “No, it would be bad if our memory was read by rubbish like Yang Zhi!”

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze from Mu Sicheng, looked at the endless night outside Yinshan Village, and said indifferently, “Some people’s memories may be like cotton candy. Nothing serious will happen if you swallow it, and it will have a sweet aftertaste. Some people’s memories may be like diaries. If you swallow them, you will have a handle to blackmail others.”

“I think for me to develop this kind of personality, my memories are not such pleasant things.”

Bai Liu smiled and looked back, “Consuming it would probably be as painful as swallowing a razor blade.”

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