I Became a God in a Horror Game

Mu Sicheng shouted in the darkness with a trembling voice, “Bai Liu?”

Then, he heard four or five voices of “Bai Liu” answering him in different tones.

“En.”

“En.”

“What?”

“I’m here.”

“Bai Liu’s” emotionless voice echoed in the tomb. Mu Sicheng’s hair stood on end. He took a step back, raised the camera to the front, and turned on the night vision mode.

On the green screen, Mu Sicheng saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.

In the tomb’s narrow passage, Bai Liu stood in the middle, observing him while four or five twisting and deforming ghosts crept closer to him. They stared at Bai Liu with their blood-red eyes and used their slit-like noses to smell the scent on him.

Their limbs and bodies looked like white plasticine being molded. Their heads protruded from under their armpits and their feet were folded behind their heads, posing in various twisted and flexible postures. But judging from the protrusion of the skin, they indeed had bones.

Judging from the postures they were posing… Mu Sicheng couldn’t imagine how a creature with bones could pose like that.

Then gradually, these ghosts became exactly like Bai Liu.

They stood in a row on tiptoe with their heads lowered beside Bai Liu. If he didn’t look into their eyes, Mu Sicheng could hardly tell who was the real Bai Liu.

The five ghosts suddenly looked up and stared at him with their heads tilted, a black iris slowly fell into their pure white eyes. They smiled at Mu Sicheng who was standing opposite them then turned their heads abruptly and moved closer.

Mu Sicheng was so scared that he almost flung his camera away.

He subconsciously turned the camera to look around him, but what was shown clearly on camera the next second made him so scared he shrieked with fright.

Around Mu Sicheng, several ghosts were also transforming.

It seemed that these phantoms were preparing to transform into the appearance of Mu Sicheng — showing a “Mu Sicheng” face with distorted features, laughing at him with their teeth chattering.

In the chaos, a slender hand stretched out from the pale and wrapped body of the ghost, with a match gently held in its fingers.

A calm voice came from afar, “On the road to the underworld, follow the ghosts. When you cross the ghost bridge, hold your breath and wait for me to find you.”

This was Bai Liu’s voice!

Cha–!

The match was ignited, and the candlestick in front of Mu Sicheng, who was curled up in a ball, was lit.

The moment the fire lit up, all the ghosts and monsters around Mu Sicheng disappeared, leaving only Bai Liu holding a match to light the candlestick for him, looking at him quietly.

Mu Sicheng raised the candlestick and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when he suddenly remembered the words he had just heard in the dark, “Wait for me to find you.”

He subconsciously raised the candlestick and shone it on Bai Liu in front of him.

The green firelight was reflected on Bai Liu’s indifferent face, and no shadow was shown on the ground or the wall.

Mu Sicheng’s back slowly tensed up. He held the candlestick and moved it before him, trying to keep his voice steady, “Where are we going now?”

“Bai Liu” walked forward and looked back at Mu Sicheng. The smile on his face looked like it was painted on with a strange paper texture.

“Going to the tomb, to find a coffin and carry it back to the human world.”

On the other end.

Bai Liu was holding the candlestick, and there was no one around him.

Upon entering the tomb, Bai Liu stepped on a flip trap door on the ground and stood on it to keep his balance without moving, waiting until the ghosts appeared and chaos ensued. Bai Liu moved his foot and stepped on one side of the trap door then slid directly from the trap door through a passage and fell down a level.

Before the phantoms could react, Bai Liu disappeared.

Bai Liu stood up, brushed the dust off his trousers, and looked up at the place where he fell.

This was a square tomb chamber, not very big. Bai Liu estimated that the length, width and height were about three meters by three meters by two meters. The walls were covered with thick dust.

However, these were not what Bai Liu was concerned about. He looked around and finally set his sights on the hinged door where he fell – this was the only exit of this square tomb.

This was a sealed tomb.

And that’s not all.

Bai Liu lowered the candlestick, the light from the candlestick flickering as if it would go out at any time, but the faint light was enough for Bai Liu to see clearly what was placed on the tomb’s floor.

The floor of the tomb was filled with many wine jars neatly and densely stacked. The jars were sealed with square red paper and had red strings around their necks. The character “奠” was written on the red paper using black ink, with two old copper bells hung at the end of the red strings.

Red string, bells, red paper, this is obviously the same packaging as the coffin that Bai Liu had kept watch over before.

The “things” in the wine jar probably aren’t something that Bai Liu wants to see right now.

In such a small tomb, Bai Liu roughly counted and found that there were about a hundred such wine jars, occupying most of the space in the tomb. It can be said that only the place where Bai Liu had just landed was empty, while the rest of the ground was filled with wine jars.

Bai Liu could probably reach the hinged door by stepping on the wine jars, but the jars were only sealed with a thin layer of paper, which would likely break if Bai Liu stood on it, and the cover of the jar would open. Before he knew what was in the jar, Bai Liu was not going to act so rashly.

In addition, the hinged door was shaking, so even if Bai Liu stepped on the jars and reached the door, he couldn’t get out.

The situation seemed to be at a stalemate for a moment, but Bai Liu was not too distressed. He vaguely felt that there should be a solution to everything here.

Bai Liu held up the candlestick and shone it around, this time he looked more carefully.

There seemed to be something painted on the mud and rock wall. Bai Liu held the candlestick and moved closer to take a look. He kept his body balanced so as not to touch the wine jars placed close to the wall. He wrapped his hands with clothes and wiped away the dust and mud on the wall.

The dust on the wall fell off, revealing a mural with faded painted patterns that looked extremely old. Many parts were so blurry that it was impossible to make out what was painted on them. However, from the inscriptions next to it, one could roughly understand the meaning of the mural.

Wall paintings in tombs are generally used to record some important events in the tomb owner’s life. Judging from the murals, the tomb that Bai Liu entered should be the collective cemetery of Yinshan Village, commonly known as the ancestral tomb. It was not built for a certain person, but for a clan.

There were many little red figures on the mural. They were neatly dressed, building tombs, worshipping the Three Pure Ones, and praying for good weather and a bountiful harvest.

Judging from the painting, Yinshan Village at that time did not have those strange joint burial customs. Most villagers died of natural causes and were placed in coffins and buried in the ancestral tomb.

Bai Liu paid attention to the age of the inscription at this time — about two hundred years ago.

That is to say, two hundred years ago, Yinshan Village was just an ordinary village. No villagers drowned, and there was no custom of putting unmarried women in wedding sedans and burying them together with the drowned people.

Bai Liu turned around, holding up the red candle to look at the second wall.

The little figures on this wall are divided into men, women, old and young, standing at the village’s entrance with miserable faces. The strong men had been picked out and seemed to be dragged away by something black. The place where these men were about to go was painted with mountains of knives and seas of fire, guillotines and steel guns, just like the eighteen levels of hell.

The men being pulled by the dark, ghost-like creatures struggled to remain in Yinshan Village; but despite their vehement unwillingness to leave, they were still dragged into hell.

They fell into a sea of fire and a mountain of swords and were cut into pieces by guillotines and steel guns. The men screamed in agony. Even though it was just a simple and faded mural, Bai Liu could see the pain and misery of these men.

Next to the mural of the men falling into hell was an inscription that read: [You will never die a good death, and will never be reborn!]

Only women, old people, and children were left in Yinshan Village. They stood at the entrance of the village, wearing mourning clothes, looking at the men who had fallen into hell from afar, covering their faces and crying.

Bai Liu turned and looked at the third wall. The fire in the candlestick became dimmer and emitted a bluish-white light. The wine jars around Bai Liu also turned silently as he turned to look at the next painting.

But Bai Liu didn’t seem to notice this and continued watching unmoved.

A Taoist with long eyebrows appeared on the mural on the third wall.

The Taoist had long black eyebrows, a snow-white beard, and a golden cap on his head. He looked like an immortal and had a sense of a celestial being. He sat on a cloud holding a horsehair brush, overlooking the world with a worried look on his face. On the ground were the people of Yinshan Village, dressed in mourning, bowing down to the Taoist.

The villagers of Yinshan Village begged and prayed sincerely, and it seemed that they finally moved the Taoist in heaven.

The Taoist priest, holding his whisk, descended from the mortal world step by step down the clouds and landed at the gate of Yinshan Village. People were kneeling on the ground at the entrance of the village, holding up the fattest of three kinds of livestock and rice wine in the village to offer as sacrifices to the Taoist priest who had descended to the mortal world.

The Taoist accepted them.

Bai Liu turned to the mural on the fourth wall. The jars under his feet were getting closer and closer to him, from being at a distance to being right next to his legs, as if to intentionally trap him.

The Taoist priest on the fourth wall suddenly changed from an ethereal appearance to a person with a green face and fangs, frowning eyes, sharp blue-black nails, and had all kinds of yellow talismans stuck on his body. He looked like a suppressed demon.

The Taoist held up his whisk and beat the people of Yinshan Village with it like a whip.

The people of Yinshan Village were forced by him to jump into the water and drown, turning into water ghosts. He put unmarried girls into wedding sedans and buried them alive in a cemetery where they would suffocate to death.

The Taoist seemed to be planning some important ceremony. He dug the girl who had been suffocated to death out of her grave, dressed her in formal wedding clothes, put her in a coffin, and buried her in the ancestral tomb.

The bodies of the drowned men were fished out of the pond by him, and the Taoist stuffed the swollen bodies into a shroud, bound them with straw mats, and buried them by the roadside.

Innocent passers-by were constantly dragged into the pond and drowned by the bodies of water ghosts buried on the roadside. They became substitutes and turned into ghosts for the Taoist to control.

When the bodies of the drowned people had filled the pond and no new passers-by could drown in the pond, the Taoist finally appeared again.

His face became increasingly darker and drier with sunken eyes resembling those of a deer and ears that were pointed. His three senses-eyes, nose, mouth-had turned purple, his fingers were like steel, and he sniffed as he walked. He did not look like a living person at all, but a complete zombie.

The zombie Taoist dug out the corpses from the pond and threw them to the back mountain. He also dug out the remains of the Yinshan villagers that had been buried on the roadside. At this time, the corpses were almost rotten, with only some decaying meat and bones left. The Taoist collected these dry bones in wine jars, sealed them with red paper, red thread, and bells, and placed them in a side tomb chamber of the ancestral tomb.

This Taoist seemed to be using the tomb and these bones to set up a formation.

Some of the murals in the middle have become blurred, leaving only the last one, a painting of the closing of the ancestral tomb.

The Taoist was lying in the main tomb chamber with talismans all over his body, and more than a dozen bridal coffins were standing around him to serve him. The rest of the side tomb chambers were filled with various ghosts and wine jars.

The burial objects in a normal tomb were gold, silver and jewelry. This Taoist occupied someone else’s ancestral tomb and used extremely overbearing things like the Red and White Evil Spirits as burial objects.

Using the bodies of people’s ancestors who were tortured to death as burial objects and building a temple under their ancestral home, such a heavy yin energy was enough to affect the descendants living there.

This Taoist wanted to refine all the people in Yinshan Village into red and white evil spirits from generation to generation, and continue to serve as his burial objects.

No wonder the villagers of Yinshan Village later died miserable deaths. This Taoist priest had cast such a spell a hundred years ago to trap the people of Yinshan Village. How could the people here have a good end?

The techniques used by this Taoist were extremely evil in Taoism, and extremely detrimental to one’s virtue. This technique lasted for more than a hundred years, until the last few villagers left in Yinshan Village were forced to drown by this magic trick, but he still did not stop, and even summoned back Bai Liu and other remaining descendants of Yinshan Village to continue to torture them to death.

Bai Liu’s gaze stopped on the face of the Taoist lying in the main tomb chamber on the mural.

If they hadn’t died, the Taoist would have woken up if he hadn’t gotten what he wanted.

Over a hundred years, countless people have died tragically and the resentful evil spirits have created zombies. What will happen when they all wake up?

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The author has something to say:

[Eyes resembling those of a deer and ears that were pointed. His three senses-eyes, nose, mouth-had turned purple, his fingers were like steel, and he sniffed as he walked.] This description of zombies is based on the “Maoshan Secret Techniques for Expelling Evil”, but some of them are made up by me, so don’t take them seriously.

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