I Became a God in a Horror Game

Kong Xuyang was delighted, but looked surprised and asked, “What are you doing with this book?”

“Using it to make money.” Bai Liu said lightly.

Bai Liu opened the book, and several slips of paper of different sizes slipped out. He bent down to pick them up, patted them, and steadily lined them up neither fast nor slow on the book.

These notes were all IOUs, with the amounts owed ranging from a few thousand to over a hundred thousand. The repayment date on each note was circled heavily in red and had two exclamation marks drawn on it, showing the fear of the parties involved and their eagerness to repay the debt.

Bai Liu touched his chin as if he had realized something: “I seem to owe others a lot of money.”

Kong Xuyang looked over and couldn’t help but laugh contemptuously in his heart, secretly saying “Poor bastard”.

The character that Bai Liu got really fits his identity. He was an unemployed vagrant both inside and outside the game, and a short-lived ghost who was short on money.

Bai Liu played a thug who dropped out of junior high school and had been hanging around in society ever since. He had been to jail two or three times for committing crimes. Due to his generosity, he made friends with all kinds of people, but because of this generosity he also owed a lot of debt.

At this time, the man already owed a lot of money, and the banker who loaned him the money started to pressure him. Threatening that if he couldn’t pay back the money, he would break his legs and make him crawl on the ground for the rest of his life.

The man was frightened and desperately sought help from a shady Taoist priest he knew, asking him if there was any way he could make an easy fortune.

The Taoist said, “If you are really short of money, you can find an extremely yin place to borrow some yin wealth. [1] The heavier the yin energy, the more windfall you will get.”

When the fool heard this, he happened to encounter the archaeological team that notified him to return home. He thought about it and became ecstatic – was there any place in the world more dense with yin energy than his hometown? A place where ancient tombs were dug out, full of gloominess and filth?

If he could borrow yin wealth from a place like this, wouldn’t he be rich?!

But fearing that something bad would happen after he takes advantage of ill-gotten wealth, the man remained cautious and carefully asked the Taoist, “Will nothing bad happen if I borrow ill-gotten wealth like this?”

When the shady Taoist heard that he wanted to return to his hometown to borrow yin wealth, he told him, “Borrowing money from ancestors is immoral but not a big deal. You would suffer a little misfortune, but there would be no fatal disaster because you are a descendant of this village after all.“

But this Taoist probably didn’t expect that this person’s village was actually Yinshan Village, a small village with strange funeral customs.

Generally speaking, it wouldn’t be a big deal if the younger generation borrows the yin wealth of their ancestors. Even if your ancestors were angry with you for not living up to their expectations, they’d wait until you arrived at the underworld to settle accounts with you and teach you a lesson for being an unfilial descendant. They couldn’t easily do it while you’re alive; after all, you were their blood relative, and they still expect you to burn incense and offer sacrifices.

But what if your ancestors never went to the underworld, and were trapped in this small village day and night, wandering around with resentment?

If you borrowed wealth at this time, it was hard to say what would happen.

Kong Xuyang retracted his malicious gaze from Bai Liu, replaced it with a worried look, and said hesitantly: “Seeking wealth through evil practices is against the will of heaven and earth, and there is bound to be retribution… It’s not good, right?”

Bai Liu’s eyes were still on the book, not looking at Kong Xuyang, and he calmly asked, “Isn’t all wealth that can be quickly obtained harmful and immoral to the world?”

Kong Xuyang was stunned and subconsciously retorted: “How could that be?”

Bai Liu finally let go and glanced at him lightly: “If there is a kind of evil practice that allows you to run a company where you can exploit your employees without them resisting, or predict the stock market trend in advance and cut off a large number of investors, or lend money at high interest rates with just one advertisement that makes others unable to resist borrowing from you.”

“Even when playing games or competing, you can use evil practices to kill opponents with more competitive strength first, without leaving any traces, and finally winning the prize money.”

“You can accumulate a lot of wealth with this, but according to you, isn’t it all ill-gotten wealth obtained through evil practices?”

“Does that mean those who do these things should be punished?”

Kong Xuyang was startled by Bai Liu’s nonchalant glance.

Kong Xuyang had done all these things before, leaving no trace behind by using props exchanged from game points. How could Bai Liu know?!

Didn’t he forget everything?

Kong Xuyang looked at Yang Zhi with shock and doubt. Yang Zhi patted his belly in confusion, indicating that he was really digesting Bai Liu’s memory. Kong Xuyang reluctantly sat down again with an uncertain mind: “What were you talking about, Bai Liu…”

Bai Liu withdrew his gaze calmly: “I was imagining what I might do if I got the evil practices. These ways make money the fastest.”

“I really want this kind of ill-gotten wealth.”

Kong Xuyang pretended to be amused and patted Bai Liu on the shoulder: “You are joking again, Bai Liu. You just said that doing these things will bring retribution.”

Bai Liu glanced at Kong Xuyang and said, “No, I don’t think there will be retribution for doing this.”

“All immoral wealth is merely split into either the legal or illegal category. The illegal ones will indeed definitely face retribution but the legal ones most likely won’t.”

Kong Xuyang tried his best to force a smile: “There’s still legal ways to gain wealth immorally?”

Bai Liu raised the book in his hand, his eyes sincere: “I was just thinking, the law will protect the rights of the living, so exploiting the money of the living by all means is illegal, but it seems that exploiting the money of the dead is not included in the scope of legal considerations, so it is legal.”

“So borrowing yin wealth is a legal act.”

Kong Xuyang: “…”

He felt like something was wrong, but he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Bai Liu opened the “Maoshan Sorcery Manuscript”, and found that some pages were wrinkled from being turned over, showing that it was read frequently. There were even detailed notes on one of the pages.

At the beginning of this page are three big characters: “發陰財”.

Mu Sicheng, who was standing behind Bai Liu, quickly accepted his role as a supernatural anchor. He picked up his camera and started taking pictures. He saw Bai Liu looking down at the book. He held the camera and took a closer look, reading as he read:

“… ‘Acquiring Yin Wealth’”, wow, this is in traditional Chinese, so hard to read, let me see what it says…”

“Find a new grave for burial, with a tombstone, name and gender, and bury the deceased no more than 100 days later. Prepare food… select three sacrificial animals (cow, sheep, pig), and on the fifth day of Gui, at the fifth yin hour (5pm to 7pm), bring a piece of longevity paper money… and proceed to perform the ritual.”

“First, light four incense sticks. Place one in the back courtyard. Hold three incense sticks in your right hand facing west and draw them in the air. Pray to the wandering gods of day and night and yin and yang, and then chant the incantation—”

Mu Sicheng gradually became absorbed in watching, and his tone became dazed:

“Thundering command, swift as a shooting star, instantly heard in the ten directions and three realms, rotating years and months, rotating day and night. Received by Gongcao [2], day and night, yin and yang, gods wanders, communicating with the five directions-“

The incense burning in the temple flickered, and the cold wind whistled through the hall, making a strange echo that was similar to a woman’s laughter.

The Three Pure Ones statues behind Mu Sicheng changed from their original dignified expressions to glares, holding up their whisks and grinning, as if they were going to insult and beat Mu Sicheng, the Taoist disciple who performed evil practices in front of him.

The crisp ringing of bells was heard along with the sound of wind.

The red cross that was pressed on the coffin swayed, causing the bells on the four corners to start shaking as well. The three candles on the three incense sticks lit by He Daniu in front of the statue swayed twice in the cold wind and went out.

The lights in the temple dimmed, leaving only a faint yellow light from the swinging overhead electric lamps shining on the statues. Both the statues and people looked hideous under such dim lights.

The seven kind-faced old men in the black-and-white photos placed in the temporary altar opposite the seven coffins also became inexplicably eerie. In the photos, they stared straight at the four people in the lobby, and the originally friendly smiles on their faces became weird.

When Mu Sicheng met the eyes of the old man in the black-and-white photo facing him, he was startled and suddenly woke up.

He subconsciously looked at Bai Liu, who shook his head calmly: “It’s okay, you would have to recite this spell sooner or later, it’s better to see the effect beforehand.”

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief for some unknown reason.

Bai Liu’s eyes swept across the mourning hall, which had become much dimmer. Suddenly, his gaze stopped on two coffins.

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi had been standing far away, both of them with tense expressions on their faces.

Even if you have played this game once, you would know that there are small traps and pitfalls everywhere. Just now, Mu Sicheng suddenly chanted a spell, and if they hadn’t dodged quickly, they would have almost fallen into the trap!

The old man in the black-and-white photos placed on the altar facing the two coffins had kind eyes and a friendly smile, and he looked like a good person at first glance. But what made people feel cold was that these two photos, which were originally supposed to be individual photos, had unknowingly become photos of two people in the chaos just now.

In these two black-and-white photos, one of the old men was clutching Mu Sicheng’s shoulder, who was holding a camera and seemed to have not yet come to his senses; The other clutched Bai Liu’s shoulder with a calm expression, his face marred with corpse-like spots and greenish, and his nails had become darkish green and sharp, as he looked out of the photo with a strangely joyful expression.

Bai Liu’s gaze paused for a moment on the old man’s hand clutching his shoulder, then he withdrew his gaze from the photo and looked at the yellow talismans on the two coffins.

The cinnabar on the yellow talisman was dull and the edges and corners were damaged. It was obvious that it would not last long.

Bai Liu turned to look at Mu Sicheng: “Take off your shirt.”

Mu Sicheng was confused, but still took it off subconsciously.

Bai Liu’s gaze stopped on Mu Sicheng’s shoulder – there were shocking blue-black and red finger marks there, which had just been grasped.

Mu Sicheng was so frightened when he saw the handprint that he let out a curse.

Bai Liu touched his shoulder. He felt a little pain in that place now. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt, turned his head and saw a concave handprint on his shoulder.

Because it was so cold, there wasn’t even any pain.

Bai Liu looked at Mu Sicheng: “You were filming all the time, right? Let me see.”

Mu Sicheng handed over the camera.

Bai Liu stared intently at the palm-sized screen of the camera, pressing the back button on the camera, and his eyes quickly searched for something in the rewinding footage.

Mu Sicheng leaned over, a little afraid to look at the camera screen, and only dared to ask Bai Liu: “What are you looking for?”

Bai Liu’s finger that was pressing the back button finally stopped, and he pressed the play button: “Finding something to verify my guess.”

The images in the camera began to play normally, and Bai Liu watched intently.

Mu Sicheng swallowed and looked over.

The lights flickered in the shaking camera footage. Mu Sicheng could hear the hazy sound of himself chanting the incantation at the end, followed by the piercing sound of cold wind. The moment the incense in front of the statue went out, the whole screen darkened and then lit up again.

In the moment of darkness and light, something seemed to appear beside Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng, and then quickly disappeared.

Bai Liu played this scene again in reverse and slowed down. This time, Mu Sicheng finally saw what happened clearly and his blood ran cold.

Two faces that were completely swollen, distorted, and full of maggots appeared on the screen. Their faces were covered with green duckweed. The two bodies had blue-black fingernails grasping Bai Liu and the others’ shoulders.

Then the two old men stared at the flashing camera with a sinister look, leaned on Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng’s shoulders and let out a strange laugh. Their swollen flesh cracked as they laughed, revealing pale flesh underneath.

The next second, the dim light of the electric lamp came on, and the two faces behind their ears disappeared.

Bai Liu handed the camera to Mu Sicheng, who was already frightened out of consciousness, and turned to walk towards the coffin. He stared at the yellow talisman on it for a second or two, then stretched out his hand as if to uncover it.

Kong Xuyang sternly stopped him, “What are you doing?! This talisman is the [Ansha Curse] that suppresses corpses! If you tear it off the coffin, the corpse won’t be suppressed anymore! Everyone will be in trouble!”

Bai Liu didn’t care what Kong Xuyang said and tore off the yellow talisman without hesitation.

The yellow talisman was turned over, and there was actually another talisman drawn on the back!

Bai Liu opened his “Maoshan Sorcery Manuscript” and searched through it several times, and soon found the talisman corresponding to the talisman at the back.

“[Corpse Preserving Talisman].” Bai Liu said calmly, “So this is how it was. On the surface, this is indeed an [Ansha Curse], but it has been tampered with. There was also an evil [Corpse Preserving Talisman] on the back that turned drowned corpses into Yin corpses to increase the evil spirit. Moreover, the [Corpse Preserving Talisman] on the back is facing the coffin, making the talisman more effective.”

“Sticking this talisman won’t have any suppressive effect at all. It will only make these corpses turn into Yin corpses faster and come out to wreak havoc on the world.”

Mu Sicheng was startled and asked, “How did you know there was something wrong with this talisman?!”

Bai Liu glanced at him and said, “Because everything inside could come out and take pictures with us, this talisman has no suppressive effect at all.”

After Bai Liu finished speaking, he walked forward, raised his hand and directly tore off the talismans on the seven coffins.

Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the hanging bells rang urgently, and the coffin lids on the seven coffins shook incessantly, as if they would push the red line open at any time.

A hand with black nails suddenly stretched out from the edge of the coffin in front of Bai Liu, slowly pushing the coffin open.

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The author has something to say:

The various spells in the article and [Find a new grave for burial, with a tombstone, name and gender, and bury the deceased no more than 100 days later. Prepare food and drink… select three sacrificial animals (cow, sheep, pig), and on the fifth day of Gui, at the fifth yin hour (5pm to 7pm), bring a piece of longevity paper money… and proceed to perform the ritual. First, light four incense sticks. Place one in the back courtyard. Hold three incense sticks in your right hand facing west and draw them in the air. Pray to the wandering gods of day and night and yin and yang, and then chant the incantation, “Thundering command, swift as a shooting star, instantly heard in the ten directions and three realms, rotating years and months, rotating day and night. Received by Gongcao, day and night, yin and yang, gods wanders, communicating with the five directions”] are all quoted from “The Essence of Maoshan” and “Maoshan Scriptures”.

On a more serious note:

The content of the article is entirely fictional, created after quoting, and has no basis in reality. It does not intend to promote any specific ideology or belief. Minors and adults are prohibited from imitating it, and it is meant solely for entertainment purposes, not as a reference for real-life situations, and holds no real significance.

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[1] Yin wealth: a fengshui concept that refers to potential wealth, career, and luck that a person has (aka future prospects).

[2] Gongcao is a messenger of the heavens and serves the Jade Emperor.

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