I Became a God in a Horror Game

Kong Xuyang sat on a long bench with a sullen face, his cheeks twitching slightly. Yang Zhi stood beside him, patting his back to help him calm down.

Bai Liu sat calmly on the bench opposite Kong Xuyang. Despite seeing Kong Xuyang so angry, he smiled at him very amicably.

Kong Xuyang was so angry that he almost took off from the spot. He glared at Bai Liu in an attempt to intimidate him. He hit his knee hard, but unexpectedly, it triggered his knee jerk reflex, and he kicked Bai Liu very delicately.

Bai Liu smiled again, “My friend, you are so cute, playing like this.”

Yang Zhi turned his head and bit his lower lip firmly to prevent himself from laughing out loud.

Kong Xuyang: “…”

It doesn’t matter, Bai Liu’s life will pass soon.

Bai Liu considerately changed the subject, “My fellow countryman, you are willing to trade with me, and you didn’t kill my teammate. You are a kind person, so I won’t blackmail you. You can definitely give me what I want to trade with you.”

When Kong Xuyang heard Bai Liu calling him a “kind person”, his face twitched twice, and then he asked cautiously, “What is that?”

“I just want to chat with my fellow countryman for a while.” Bai Liu looked at Kong Xuyang with a smile and chuckled. “Although I was born in Yinshan Village, I don’t seem to remember anything. I hope you can guide me.”

Kong Xuyang’s eyebrows were twisted into knots, “You went through so much trouble just to let me take you?”

Bai Liu nodded as if he was serious, “I’m unfamiliar with the place and I’m scared to walk alone.”

Kong Xuyang glanced at Mu Sicheng, who was huddled beside the statue, far away from the coffin and still shivering, and then slowly shifted his gaze back to the urn that Bai Liu used as a footstool.

Kong Xuyang: “…”

What do you mean by scared? Bai Liu, look back at your teammate’s performance and then give me a perfunctory answer?

Bai Liu didn’t seem to worry at all that Kong Xuyang would abandon him. After reaching a simple verbal agreement, he began to chat with him with a smile. “What are Brother Kong and Brother Yang doing back in the village this time?”

Yang Zhi, Kong Xuyang: “…”

Calling us “brother” already? You’re really not holding back.

Yang Zhi looked at Kong Xuyang for instructions, and after getting his approval, he explained mysteriously, “We came back to do a cultural relic business.”

Bai Liu suddenly realized, “Oh, Brother Yang and Brother Kong are back to rob the tomb?”

Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi paused at the same time.

That’s right, the roles they play are two tomb robbers. The main purpose of their return this time is to steal a burial object in the main tomb chamber of the excavated ancient tomb. This was also the side quest of their identities.

Kong Xuyang had not originally intended to hide his identity from Bai Liu, because the tomb they were going to was right below Bai Liu’s ancestral home, and without the guidance of Bai Liu, the “descendant”, they could not enter.

Bai Liu fell into deep thought.

The lyrics sung by the bride in the coffin just now mentioned three types of people who will never be able to leave Yinshan Village alive.

One was those who show no respect for their forebears, which obviously referred to the supernatural live streamer Mu Sicheng.

Second, were the people who engaged in petty crimes like the tricks of a rooster’s cry or a dog’s theft. Unsurprisingly, they were Yang Zhi and Kong Xuyang.

The remaining type were people who turned their backs on their hometown and forgot their ancestors.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes and looked at the “Maoshan Sorcery Manuscript” in his arms—this was referring to him.

The people of Yinshan Village revered Taoism and believed in Taoists for generations, being very devout in their belief. However, Bai Liu actually came back with a kind of dark ritual and used it to borrow yin wealth to pay off his debts. He was completely unfaithful, unrighteous, and unfilial.

Judging from the current situation, his identity should be the most dangerous and riskiest.

But the higher the risk, the greater the reward. Although Bai Liu doesn’t remember anything, he didn’t reject this identity and was happy to continue according to the setting of this identity.

For example, guarding the first seven days well.

Bai Liu looked at the shrine facing him. The photo placed on it was a black and white photo of a kind-faced old lady holding his shoulders.

In the black and white photo, Bai Liu had a strange smile on his face.

The next morning.

When Bai Liu woke up, he and Mu Sicheng were the only ones in the temple. Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi had gone somewhere unknown. Bai Liu woke up Mu Sicheng who was still sleeping, walked to the temple door, looked down, and paused.

Mu Sicheng followed Bai Liu to the temple gate with sleepy eyes, looked down, and was completely awakened by shock. “Fuck, what is this!”

The wreaths placed in the temple were in a mess and scattered on the ground, as if someone had picked them up and smashed them to pieces. The ground was littered with tiny pieces of white paper flowers.

But these were not what was most terrifying. The most terrifying thing was the densely packed and neat rows of small footprints at the entrance of the temple.

The footprints were only half the size of a child’s palm, in a triangular shape, with only the front soles of the feet. It seemed as if a group of people were tiptoeing back and forth in front of the temple entrance in a certain pattern, as if they wanted to come in but couldn’t find the entrance, and were finally forced to leave.

Bai Liu looked at the footprints for a while, then lowered his head and followed the leaving footprints out.

“Hey!” Mu Sicheng got anxious when he saw Bai Liu leaving. He looked at the strange footprints with fear a few times, before stamping his feet and gritting his teeth, finally deciding to follow him, “You aren’t afraid either?”

Bai Liu walked forward like he had heard nothing.

These groups of footprints went around the temple as if trying to find its entrance. After circling several times, they returned empty-handed and finally went to the village.

Mu Sicheng held up his camera to take pictures. He rubbed his arms and looked at these strange footprints with chattering teeth.

These footprints were like a group of people walking together on their tiptoes, with their steps almost the same size. The distance between each footprint looked the same to the naked eye until they reached the village’s main road, where this regular and dense string of footprints began to disperse.

These footprints went from the main road one by one to the houses in the village, before disappearing in front of the doors seemingly returning home.

Mu Sicheng was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he got to this point, but Bai Liu soon gave him the final blow.

Bai Liu followed the footprints to the front of the door where they disappeared on a piece of mud. Bai Liu squatted down and brushed aside the wood debris covering the mud. Mu Sicheng saw clearly the place where the footprints ended, revealing a sight that froze the blood in his veins.

The heel of the tiptoeing footprint suddenly touched the ground, turning it into a complete footprint. Two hand prints also appeared, and the fingers of these two hand prints were inverted.

It seemed that here, the “person” who returned home put down his heels and hands on the ground and began to crawl into the house on all fours with twisted limbs.

Mu Sicheng’s hair stood on end, “What the hell is this!”

Bai Liu stood up and looked at the door that had a faint gap, “Let’s go in and take a look.”

After saying that, Bai Liu pushed open the door.

The old wooden door made a distant creaking sound and then slowly opened.

Dust was floating in the house. Although it was daytime, the light was still extremely dim to the point only the outlines of some furniture could be vaguely seen. Bai Liu turned on the flashlight on his mobile phone and walked inside.

Mu Sicheng swallowed his saliva, held up the camera with trembling hands and walked in.

Upon walking into the house, he understood why it was so dark inside. The whole house was sealed shut, with only two translucent tiles on the ceiling acting as skylights to let in light. An old electric lamp hung on the beam, and spider webs covered the wires.

There was a stove with firewood piled up in the corner. On the stove was a large rusty iron pot and a few chipped ceramic jars on the edge, which seemed to be used for seasonings.

Mu Sicheng tried to turn on the light but failed. He waved away the dust in the air, coughed, and said to Bai Liu who was walking in front of him, “I don’t know how long people have lived here, but the lights are out of power.”

“That’s not necessarily true.” Bai Liu raised the flashlight and shone it on the wall. “Didn’t we just follow someone in? Maybe it lives here.”

Mu Sicheng’s scalp tingled. “Don’t joke like that…”

His voice stopped abruptly as he looked at the wall illuminated by Bai Liu’s flashlight.

The light was too dim just now, and Mu Sicheng had been looking at the camera screen, so he didn’t notice that the entire house, the ground, the walls, and even the beams were covered with the same four-limb mud handprints and footprints that they had just seen outside the house.

The wall that Bai Liu was illuminating now was covered entirely with muddy handprints and footprints, painting the wall gray-yellow. If you didn’t look carefully, you would think that this wall was just a mud wall.

But after a closer look…

These handprints and footprints were distorted in all kinds of ways as if a person’s arms and feet were chopped off and printed on the wall with mud. Mu Sicheng simply couldn’t imagine such limbs growing on the same person.

Bai Liu acted as if he didn’t see the handprints and footprints, and continued walking inside calmly with the flashlight in hand.

Mu Sicheng didn’t want to follow several times, but he didn’t dare to go out alone, so he had to follow.

Passing through a main room with a few burnt candles in the corner, Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng arrived at the bedroom of the room.

There were two lofted wooden beds with mosquito nets hanging around them in the bedroom. Opposite them was an FM TV that was at least twenty years old, and next to it was an electric fan covered with spider webs.

Mu Sicheng didn’t dare to look around, fixing his eyes on the camera’s screen. The only person captured on the small screen was Bai Liu.

Bai Liu lifted the mosquito net hanging on the wooden bed. He stepped on the edge of the bed and leaned in to take a look. His figure was half-hidden by the white gauze mosquito net.

Mu Sicheng was filming intently, then he suddenly screamed in fear.

Bai Liu turned around and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Mu Sicheng’s face turned pale with fright. He pointed tremblingly at the bed that Bai Liu had stuck his head into, “Just now, a crooked head stuck out from under the bed!”

Bai Liu knelt on the ground and looked under the bed without hesitation.

Mu Sicheng almost flung Bai Liu back to stop him from looking under the bed, his voice nearly cracked with fear. “What are you still looking at?! Let’s go out first! Would I lie to you?! There really was a pale head sticking out and looking at you with a crooked look!”

Bai Liu pulled Mu Sicheng over, held his chin and asked him to look under the bed. He said calmly, “Look for yourself to see if there is a head.”

Mu Sicheng closed his eyes at first, and after a while, he carefully opened one eye and said in a daze, “T-there isn’t—”

“But I really saw it just now!” Mu Sicheng held up the camera and handed it to Bai Liu.

Bai Liu said calmly, “If you really saw it, and it’s not under the bed now, it should most likely be on the bed.”

Mu Sicheng was playing the video in reverse when he seemed to suddenly realize something, his face completely froze. He carefully handed the camera to Bai Liu, and without even breathing, he moved the finger that was pressing the reverse button to the selfie button.

The camera’s lens switched from video recording to selfie-taking, and the screen’s perspective changed, revealing the heads of Bai Liu, and Mu Sicheng.

But that’s not all, a third head appears on the screen.

A pale, tilted head was stretching down from the bed, with both hands holding the edge of the bed. Then, through the cover of the mosquito net, it looked under the bed alongside Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng.

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