I Became a God in a Horror Game

An unintelligible roar came from the coffin—as if it were the roar of some country beast—and from within, something banged heavily against the lid, threatening to escape.

Pale, shriveled hands stretched out from the crack of the shaking coffin, dark nails leaving deep sawdust marks onto the hard surface of the coffin. One can imagine how sharp these nails were; if they were to scratch a person’s skin, the skin would probably peel off directly.

Mu Sicheng was frightened to death. He pulled Bai Liu’s hand and subconsciously wanted to run away, but was held back by Bai Liu.

Not only did Bai Liu not run away, but he walked forward, turned the talisman he had just torn off over, and pasted it back on the red line.

A strange thing happened. The coffin, which had been shaking incessantly just now, suddenly came to a halt.

The moment the talisman fell, a golden light flashed from the red line. The hands of the corpses that were attempting to break free from the coffins gave off bursts of white smoke upon touching the red line as if they were being burned. Indistinct wails came from within the coffin, and after shaking twice as if unwillingly, it finally returned to tranquility.

Kong Xuyang narrowed his eyes when he saw this scene and clicked his tongue impatiently in his heart.

He was originally prepared to see this coward Bai Liu rushing out of the temple in fear but he didn’t expect Bai Liu to come up with a solution so quickly.

However, Kong Xuyang quickly adjusted his expression and hugged Yang Zhi with horror, just like an ordinary person, but the viciousness in his eyes still lingered as he stared at Bai Liu.

Indeed, when the talisman is turned over, it turns out to be the [Ansha Curse], which can hold out for a while.

Although they could avoid the first day, they could not escape the seventh, the talisman would not last till the seventh day. The orthodox Maoshan talisman techniques and the yellow paper were in his hands. When the seventh day arrived, with no protective talismans and only holding a book of evil techniques, he wanted to see what Bai Liu would do.

Mu Sicheng stood stiffly like a wooden stick in front of Bai Liu, his chest heaving violently, and his face pale as he faced the eight coffins. He looked terrified at the sight.

He actually wanted to run away, but for some reason, Mu Sicheng felt that if he left Bai Liu here alone, facing Bai Liu in the future would be more terrifying than facing these eight coffins.

There wasn’t the slightest bit of fear on Bai Liu’s face. He patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder and instructed him in a casual manner, “Go light the incense. Light three sticks and bow three times. Don’t make it four. Avoid the altars.”

Mu Sicheng’s mind was still dizzy. After hearing Bai Liu’s instructions, he let out an, “Oh” and walked forward weakly.

As a result, while Mu Sicheng was halfway through picking up the incense to prepare for the ceremony, fear lingering in his eyes as he glanced at the eight altars placed in a row on the table in front of the statue, he suddenly froze in place, stuck like a machine that had jammed..

Eight… altars?

Mu Sicheng turned around slowly, his face drained of blood. His fingers trembled faintly as he pointed at the coffin beside him “Bai- Bai Liu, there’s one- one more coffin.”

Bai Liu was already kneeling on one knee beside the extra coffin, and was carefully touching the edges and corners of the coffin with his fingers. Hearing this, he hummed without even looking up, “I see.”

At first glance under the dim light, this extra coffin seemed to be of similar specifications, size, color and material to the rest of the coffins. It had a black lacquered top, a red string wrapped around the middle, and bells hanging on the four corners. However, after careful observation, Bai Liu discovered something strange about this coffin.

Bai Liu looked at the fingertips that had just touched the coffin — a thin layer of yellow soil was on them.

This was a coffin that had been used for burial.

Not only had the burial taken place, but it seemed to have been done many years ago. The bells hanging from the four corners were made of brass, with an old-fashioned design. Judging by the style, they likely dated back over a century to the end of the previous dynasty.

The red string was new, just like the ones used on the other coffins. The coffin seemed to have been freshly painted, hiding any signs of wood decay, yet the smell of damp, rotting wood lingered.

Although the exterior was repainted, it had probably never been opened, as a layer of untouched yellow soil could be felt along the edge of the coffin.

Additionally, there was no yellow talisman on the coffin, which screamed danger to the onlookers.

Mu Sicheng’s hands were shaking as if he wanted to cry but had no tears, “Bai Liu, how come there is suddenly an extra coffin?!”

“What I’m more interested in now is why there is this extra coffin.” Bai Liu stood up and walked past Mu Sicheng to the altar where an extra shrine had suddenly appeared. He looked at it for a while, and said thoughtfully, “I see.”

Mu Sicheng carefully peeked over Bai Liu’s shoulder. With Bai Liu as a cover, he vigilantly raised the video camera as if facing a powerful enemy and began to film the shrine.

It’s a bit embarrassing to say, but after he counted out one more shrine, he didn’t dare to look at it again out of fear. Now, with the double protection of Bai Liu and the camera, he dared to take a glimpse.

Mu Sicheng looked at the shrine on the small screen of the video recorder for a while. The more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong. His expression changed from confusion at first, to disbelief, and then to confusion again.

“This shrine…” Mu Sicheng said in confusion, “Why is it from 1884?!”

The dates of birth and death written on the shrine were clearly [1884-1900], and the gender and name were written very simply, with only one sentence: “a girl from the Li family.”

Mu Sicheng began to doubt himself and took out his phone to take a look, “We are in modern society, how can this coffin be more than a hundred years old?”

“After a woman gets married, she will be buried with her husband’s surname, and referred to by her maiden name.” Bai Liu focused his eyes on the coffin, “The person in this coffin is a 16-year-old unmarried girl. She probably died while getting married.”

Mu Sicheng was confused again, “Why did she die while getting married?”

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng lightly, and Mu Sicheng inexplicably saw a hint of disdain in his glance.

Bai Liu turned to look at the coffin and explained, “After a woman gets married, she takes her husband’s surname. If a woman from the Li family marries a man named Zhang and dies, she should be buried under the name of [Zhang Li] within the Zhang family’s ancestral tomb.”

“Yet the girl in this coffin was buried under the name of [the girl from the Li family].”

Bai Liu said flatly, “This is very interesting. Unmarried women in that era were not allowed to be buried in coffins or ancestral tombs. However, the size of this coffin shows that this woman was most likely buried in the ancestral tomb in the end.”

“For an unmarried woman to be buried in the ancestral tomb, I can think of two most likely scenarios. The first is that this woman has made a great contribution to the family, or the second is that this girl died on the way to get married.”

“But this girl has no surname or name, so I am more inclined to the second possibility.”

Mu Sicheng suddenly came to a realization and said, “Then why is the coffin from a hundred years ago?”

Bai Liu replied calmly, “We must have found an ancient tomb. This is quite common in a small, isolated village.”

Kong Xuyang gritted his teeth as he listened nearby.

He had erased all the basic information that the old Taoist He Daniu had told Bai Liu and the others, but Bai Liu was able to figure it out again on his own.

Just what kind of monster is Bai Liu?!

“…Does this mean there’s a hundred-year-old female corpse in this coffin?!” Mu Sicheng realized what was in the coffin belatedly. He shuddered and took two steps back, looking horrified. “How terrifying.”

Kong Xuyang walked forward with a fake smile and patted Mu Sicheng on the shoulder, “Hey! Is what Bai Liu’s saying true? Maybe he’s just guessing and saying that to scare you?”

Mu Sicheng retorted without hesitation, “Even if Bai Liu just made a random guess, he would still be right.”

Bai Liu looked past Mu Sicheng, towards Kong Xuyang, and nodded in agreement, “Indeed, all of this is just my guess and may not be accurate.”

Kong Xuyang was stunned by what Bai Liu said.

“Practice is the only criteria for testing truth.” Bai Liu stepped forward, put his hands on the top of the coffin, and pushed it down with both hands. “If we open it, we’ll know who is inside, right?”

Kong Xuyang had no time to stop him and could only watch Bai Liu push open the coffin lid.

He and Yang Zhi, both of whom had played this instance before, were stunned and watched in astonishment as Bai Liu released one of the strongest monsters in the Yinshan Village instance.

Mu Sicheng was now completely out of service. He stood in front of the coffin that had suddenly been opened with a blank expression, still holding the camera in his left hand.

The coffin lid fell heavily to the ground, shaking the floor and causing a cloud of dust and dirt to rise.

Amidst the filth, Bai Liu brushed the dust off his hands, and covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve. He held up the flashlight of his cell phone, took a step forward, and approached the edge of the coffin.

The hazy fog brought by the dust gradually dissipated. Bai Liu waved his hand to disperse the dust in front of him, then looked into the coffin with the help of the dim lighting and the flashlight.

This coffin was just as Bai Liu had speculated. The outside of it had been painted, but the inside had never been opened. Once it was opened, a smell of moldy rotten wood hit the air.

Water was dripping from the dark, soft interior of the coffin. The wood was rotting and cracking, and a corpse wearing a lotus-embroidered cheongsam-style wedding gown lay peacefully at the bottom.

The bride was not tall. She wore a hair crown on her head and her clothes were covered with a thick layer of dust. Her hands were folded below her chest with her thumbs raised. Inside her clasped hands was a scale rod about an inch long that was enclosed in a pouch woven with red thread.

A foggy bronze mirror was embedded inside the top of the coffin, reflecting the bride’s feet wearing black boots. Her face was covered with a satin veil with a pattern of mandarin ducks symbolizing double happiness. The tassels on her bridal veil hung dirty and limp over her shoulders, obscuring her features.

Bai Liu’s gaze moved to the bride’s hands folded below her chest and paused slightly.

The hands had plump skin and round nails, like jade carvings or wax sculptures. Not only were there no signs of dryness or decay, they even looked fresher than the corpse next to them that had just died two days ago.

Not to mention, the entire body was straight and upright, with the knees slightly bent, and the clothes did not age at all from decay.

——Just like a living person.

Bai Liu’s eyes scanned the entire corpse and then returned to the scale bar that the corpse was holding with both hands. He reached out his hand without any fear and used a little force to pull the scale bar out of the bride’s hands.

Although the wooden scale bar was covered in dust, one could still tell it was exquisitely crafted, with a carving of a dragon and a phoenix intertwining. It was clearly a wedding bar used to lift the bride’s veil.

Kong Xuyang’s eyes widened with uncontrollable fear as he watched Bai Liu pull out the wedding rod without a second thought. Unable to stop himself, he blurted out, warning, “Don’t move!”

The coffin was originally foggy, with only the vague reflection of the bride’s feet in the bronze mirror. However, the moment the wedding rod was pulled out, it suddenly swung to the side and clearly reflected a face with makeup and rouge on it, which was obviously the face of the bride.

The face of the bride in the coffin was still covered by the veil, obstructing the view. However, the bride in the mirror laughed tenderly and turned her head 360 degrees. She stared at Bai Liu holding the wedding pole with her creepy eyes, singing miserably and charmingly.

“Husband, come back and chat…”

“Alas, you, the restless bones by the river, still remain the one in my dreams of the bridal chamber!”

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Sorry, I’m late!!! (Kneeling and begging for mercy)

Part of the content is folklore that I looked up, and part of it is made up by myself, so please don’t take it seriously.

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