I Became a God in a Horror Game

When all ten ghosts returned to their respective wine jars, the side tomb where Bai Liu was located finally made a sound of twisting mechanisms. The bottom floor of the tomb suddenly sank, and after a few loud rumbling noises, smoke and dust came out of the cracks in the tomb.

The light of the candle in Bai Liu’s hand suddenly dimmed.

The entire surrounding was wrapped in thick smoke. Bai Liu heard the sound of jars rolling around on the ground. Some of them hit his feet, fell over and broke, making crackling sounds.

Now Bai Liu guessed that all the ghosts in the side tomb had been released.

The ghost corpses, or more precisely, the spirits were crawling in the thick smoke. From time to time, a face without facial features would poke out from the smoke and move its nose to sniff around.

Some of the minions had two blood-red slits instead of eyes; while some had bloodshot eyeballs rolling around in their sockets as if they were looking for Bai Liu in the smoke and darkness. Then they crawled towards places where light shone.

Bai Liu exhaled and blew out the candlestick in his hand. Everything fell into darkness and nothing could be seen.

He could feel that the tomb was still slowly sinking, and he didn’t know when it would stop. Occasionally, wet hair, hands and feet brushed past Bai Liu’s back and ankles. He could hear the sniffling of breath and the sound of a tongue licking something wet and sticky.

The cold feeling kept approaching Bai Liu, and it seemed that the ghost corpses were about to find Bai Liu hiding in the darkness by smelling him.

Bai Liu took two steps back, leaning against the wall before calmly taking his coat off and dipping it in the corpse water flowing on the ground. He proceeded to wrap his lower body with the coat soaked in corpse water, put an empty wine jar that a ghost had crawled out of on his head, then huddled in a corner with his breath held.

The strong stench of corpses covered up Bai Liu’s smell; resulting in the sound of the ghosts sniffing around to be more sporadic. Correspondingly, the sound of their crawling became more and more frequent. Bai Liu could hear the sound of jars and broken tiles being dug from time to time.

The tomb chamber seemed to be about to sink to a fixed position, and began to make creaking sounds.

Bai Liu could feel a few ghosts approaching him, sniffing twice near the mouth of the jar and then leaving.

Of course, there were also some that did not leave.

Bai Liu looked down through the mouth of the wine jar. From his narrow field of vision, he could vaguely see a pair of wet, pale feet standing on the ground very close in front of him, still oozing water.

Bai Liu slowly turned the wine jar on his head towards the wall, trying to avoid the corpse standing in front of him, but as he turned, the feet slowly tiptoed and walked in the direction Bai Liu was turning.

In the end, the toes of these feet were facing Bai Liu, who was holding the wine jar, and they were getting closer.

Bai Liu paused subtly, recalling the explanation of toes facing forward in “Maoshan Sorcery”.

When a ghost points its toes towards you, it means it wants to possess you, or follow you home and live with you. That’s why there is a saying that you should not put your shoes with the toes facing the bed when you sleep at night, because the ghost will step on your shoes, get on your bed, and sleep with you.

There are so many ghosts here, but only this one is persistently guarding Bai Liu.

Could it be that it wanted to live with him… Bai Liu took a look at the wine jar he was using.

The pair of legs standing in front of Bai Liu slowly bent down and squatted in front of Bai Liu.

Bai Liu could see the position below its shoulders. This thing hugged its knees with both hands and remained quiet for a while. Then its joints began to deform and its head twisted 120 degrees. Its entire head tilted and looked down at the bottom of the jar at Bai Liu who was looking up from inside. Its eyeballs were completely black.

It pointed at the jar on Bai Liu’s head and made a strange gurgling sound in its throat, like a person talking in water:

“This is my… jar. Where’s your jar?”

The tomb finally sank to the bottom. After a severe earthquake, the tomb fell to a new place. The main door opened and a dark corridor appeared.

Bai Liu quickly removed the wine jar from his head and covered the head of the ghost in front of him with it, “Just borrowed it for a moment, returning it to you now.”

After saying that, Bai Liu turned around and rushed into the corridor without looking back.

Those ghosts discovered Bai Liu, the running human, and screamed — crawling on the wall to chase after him.

The zombies behind were also crawling very fast. If there was light, Bai Liu could see the afterimages of the zombies’ hands and feet when he looked back.

At the moment when the ghosts were about to catch up with Bai Liu, he took off his undershirt and threw it forward — abruptly turning sideways and entering a passage next to the corridor.

The ghosts behind were chasing him relentlessly, but it seemed that in the darkness, these ghosts relied on their sense of smell to chase living people. Bai Liu hid in the side corridor and felt those ghosts running past him and heading towards the undershirt that had his scent.

Bai Liu breathed lightly as he looked at the corpses that were piled up in a white mass where his clothes were, their teeth clattering.

Soon the sound of clothes being shredded was heard in the corridor.

The piled up zombies dispersed, and one held up a wine jar. They seemed to have put the scattered pieces of clothes into the jar as if they were the remains of Bai Liu’s body. They sealed it using red paper with the character “奠” written on it and then turned around, crawling back with the jar.

It was obvious that they thought they had turned Bai Liu into the next ghost and were going to take him back to feed the [tiger].

Bai Liu raised his eyebrows slightly.

The actions of these ghost minions were so coordinated that they could tear up the “human flesh” that came into their mouths and put it into the jar. They didn’t seem like mindless ghosts, but rather like they were intentionally trained by living people.

But in this tomb full of ghosts and monsters, in Yinshan Village where the last descendant was drowned, apart from the four of them who returned home, are there any living people left?

Bai Liu was just about to stick his head out to see where these ghosts were going to send the jar of wine containing “him”, when a pitch-black hand suddenly stretched out from the side, covering his mouth and nose tightly.

“Don’t look back!” Someone warned hoarsely, “Something is coming to clean up the place!”

Bai Liu obediently stopped moving.

Soon, several paper figures that were only half as tall as Bai Liu appeared. These paper figures were giggling, with smiling faces made of ink on their faces. They held paper brooms in their hands and swept back and forth a few times around the place where Bai Liu’s clothes were torn. Their movements were stiff and rigid, and then they disappeared again.

After the paper man left, the person who covered Bai Liu’s mouth and nose breathed a sigh of relief, but still held Bai Liu’s throat without moving, his body very tense.

Bai Liu calmly took out a match, lit the candlestick and held it up to illuminate the person. “Mu Sicheng, why are you here?”

Mu Sicheng’s face was dirty and covered with traces of mud; there was blood at the corners of his mouth and around his eyes. His body was also covered with wounds — it was obvious that he had just experienced a fierce battle. He stared at Bai Liu for a while then lowered his gaze and looked at Bai Liu’s shadow on the ground before he finally breathed a sigh of relief. He released the hand that was strangling Bai Liu’s throat and leaned limply against the wall without moving.

“It really is you, Bai Liu.” Mu Sicheng’s chest rose and fell violently, and his eyes were blurred. “…I thought I had saved another ghost.”

Bai Liu looked Mu Sicheng up and down and asked, “What happened to you?”

“Don’t mention it.” Mu Sicheng was depressed and scared. He squatted on the ground and said, “I don’t know where you went. I followed that fake Bai Liu to carry the coffin. On the way, we crossed a bridge. The fake Bai Liu asked me to cross it.”

“But that bridge was made of paper!”

“The bridge was full of ghosts carrying coffins, some strange paper figures, and some translucent things that I could only vaguely see the shapes of. The water was pitch black, with duckweed, black hair and paper money floating on it. It was obvious that if you fell in, you would not be able to get out.”

Mu Sicheng’s face darkened. “I did as you said and held my breath. I almost suffocated to death but at least I made it through. Then I wandered around and got dizzy. I ended up in a secondary tomb chamber that was connected to the main tomb chamber.”

“This time the tomb was filled with coffins, standing upright. There were more than thirty of them, tied with red satin, and arranged in the middle in some kind of formation. I can’t remember exactly what it was.”

Mu Sicheng frowned and recalled, “That fake Bai Liu asked me to choose a coffin to carry out. Didn’t you tell me to follow the ghost’s lead? So I chose one that I could carry.”

“I just carried the coffin out of the secondary tomb. The coffin was a little slippery and fell down. I bounced up a bit, but I was afraid of offending the body in the coffin so I said ‘Sorry, this is my first time carrying a coffin. Please forgive me.’ As soon as I finished speaking, a woman’s laughter came from the coffin behind me, and then the coffin was knocked twice.”

Bai Liu recalled, “That seems to mean giving orders to the ghosts, right?”

“Yes!” Mu Sicheng stood up angrily and asked Bai Liu to look at the big red satin flower hanging on his waist. “After the coffin made two noises, a bunch of ghosts suddenly appeared together with the fake Bai Liu and they pressed my head and put a big red flower on me, forcing me to marry the bride in the coffin!”

Bai Liu half smiled and said, “Are you married?”

Mu Sicheng shook his head fiercely, “No! When those ghosts were setting up the wedding hall, I beat them up in the chaos and then ran away.”

“So you ran away from the marriage?” Bai Liu nodded as if he had understood something and smiled. “The other party really liked you and chose you as her ideal husband, but you ran away without even rejecting her doesn’t seem very right, does it?”

“No, okay!” Mu Sicheng roared, “She doesn’t really want to marry me because she loves me!”

Mu Sicheng clenched his fists, his hands shaking with anger, “You don’t understand at all. I wasn’t just going to marry the bride I carried on my back, I was supposed to marry all the brides in this entire tomb — all those 30 or so brides!!”

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