Ghost Stories With Different Rules (Infinite Flow)

Chapter 4 Night Tour of Shouyin Village 02

Chapter 4 Night Tour of Shouyin Village 02

The system prompts kept ringing in Qin Fei's head.

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"..."

It's so noisy.

Qin Fei stood in front of the tour guide with a calm face, but he had already frowned countless times in his heart.

Can this annoying reminder sound be turned off?

If other old players could hear Qin Fei's inner OS, they might not be able to help but blow his head off.

This is the sound of nature that many people have dreamed of!

"Follow me." The tour guide repeated again, waving the flag, and led the players outside Yizhuang.

After being delayed in Yi Zhuang for more than ten minutes, the sky outside became increasingly dark. The half-shaped crescent moon overhead appeared behind the clouds, emitting a pale and lifeless light.

On both sides of the village road, houses turned on their lights one after another.

When I arrived just now, there were not even a single soul in sight, but after dark, the village became more lively. Villagers came out of their houses, walked along the street, talked, dried their clothes, and stepped on paper money everywhere with dull expressions.

The strange thing is that when a large army of nearly 20 people passed by, not a single villager raised his head to look at them, as if this group of people did not exist at all.

At this point in the live broadcast, the distinction between new and old players has become very obvious. The players consciously divided the team into two halves. The old players walked in front calmly, while the newcomers were wary and followed closely. Behind the veteran players.

Qin Fei mingled among the old players with a calm expression, showing no signs of guilt.

The auditorium mentioned by the tour guide is located on the west side of the village, just next to the village entrance.

Similar to other architectural styles in the village, the purple-black square auditorium occupies a very large area. A small piece of land in front of the door is covered with thick paper money. The door is open, and dim light flows vaguely from the house.

"We're here." The tour guide stood in front of the gate, his hoarse voice like some long-lost mantra, "What you are about to see next is one of the most primitive sacrificial activities in the mountain villages of western Hunan, the Corpse King's Banquet."

He As he spoke, he stepped into the auditorium.

The house was already densely packed with villagers.

The interior decoration of the auditorium is completely different from the outside, with new white porcelain floors and a strange crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

In the center of the room is a huge dining table made up of dozens of small square tables. The table is filled with various ingredients, flowers are in bloom, the plates are neat and bright, and the aroma of the food is fragrant.

The chandelier overhead was not turned on, and there were three white candles placed in front of each seat, inserted into brass candlesticks, burning quietly in the darkness.

The candlelight, which was not moving in the wind, emitted a faint light, barely illuminating the dim auditorium.

"Sit." The tour guide said and sat down on the chair nearest to him.

Most of the seats were occupied, and as players filed into their seats, the few remaining seats were filled one by one.

The villagers at the table said nothing, staring quietly at the tableware in front of them with lowered eyes, without any communication in either voice or eyes.

Qin Fei raised his head after sitting down and saw his own shadow magnified countless times by the candlelight, projected on the gray-blue wall opposite, like a giant beast that could open its mouth to eat people at any time.

Some players frowned and looked at the environment inside the room, while others swallowed their saliva reflexively.

The aroma of the food is so overbearing that it seems to arouse the greedy insects living in the deepest parts of people's stomachs. It is a fatal attraction for players who have been hungry and frightened for a day.

It smells really good.

Qin Fei stared at the oily roast goose on the table and sniffed.

However...

two of the players looked dazed, stretched out their hands, and moved closer to the food on the table as if they had lost their consciousness.

Qin Fei stared at the two people and whispered, "You can't eat it."

"Why, why?" The more conscious of the two people looked up in confusion and asked.

Why?

Just by looking at the abnormal appearance of the two of them, I knew that there must be something wrong with the food on this table.

The person sitting opposite Qin Fei was also an old player in his thirties. When he was in Yizhuang, Qin Fei heard him mention his name, which was Sun Shouyi.

Sun Shouyi stared at the man, frowned and said: "The bus broadcast mentioned that we must respect the local customs and customs."

This banquet is also a part of the village's sacrificial activities. Since it is a sacrificial ceremony, there are naturally corresponding steps and procedures. The table is full of villagers Without anyone using chopsticks, how can the players start in advance?

After listening to Sun Shouyi's words, the man regained his senses and forcibly leaned back.

However, another player named Wang Shun lost control. He reached out to grab the ingredients on the table and stuffed them into his mouth like a glutton.

The person sitting next to Wang Shun tried to stop him, but he waved him away with a palm, almost overturning him and his chair to the ground.

Wang Shun's intoxicated look looked inexplicably scary, with glistening oil stains flowing down the corners of his mouth. He looked so greedy as he ate in large gulps. He didn't even look like a human anymore, but more like a... pig in a pen.

His eating appearance is really not good-looking, and it should be very unappetizing, but for some reason, the players only feel that the aroma they smell at the tip of their noses is getting stronger.

Xiao Xiao covered his mouth, stared at the ingredients in front of him with a vigilant expression, frowned and whispered, "Why do you always feel something weird?"

Qin Fei's eyes flashed slightly.

indeed.

Flowers, candlesticks, knives and forks, how could these things appear in such a remote mountain village?

No matter how you look at the interior of this auditorium, it looks like an orthodox European-style dinner party. Compared with other scenes seen along the way, it is like a Teletubbies mixed into the world of SpongeBob SquarePants. The painting style is surprisingly abrupt.

"Roast goose." Qin Fei lowered his voice and whispered at a volume that only Xiao Xiao could hear.

Xiao Xiao was stunned: "Goose? What goose?"

Sure enough. After getting the answer he expected, Qin Fei lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

"Damn?" Xiao Xiao also reacted, "What I saw was a table of spicy seafood mandarin duck hot pot."

As he said that, he began to name the dishes: "Abalone, sea cucumber, arctic clam, shrimp slippery, hairy tripe..."

" I just wanted to say that the guy just stuffed the meatballs into his mouth as soon as they came out of the pot, and he was not afraid of burning them." Xiao Xiao looked dull.

Qin Fei: "..."

Okay, no wonder you find it strange.

That is to say, he can actually understand the dungeon's intention of "fabricating an illusion based on the player's truest desire."

But at least!

It also needs to be a little more realistic!

Separated by a light curtain, the audience in the live broadcast room burst out laughing at Qin Fei's hesitant expression.

"Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard. The dungeon design is despised by the anchor. The system should come over and apologize!"

"Doesn't anyone think this anchor is good-looking? I really love the way he frowns and purses his lips."

"But he really... Hey, although the illusion here is very carelessly designed, the illusion is natural. The confusion value has reached over 80%. It's really beyond my expectation that someone is so sharp in the experience world. "

The confusion value of 80% is enough for the player's brain to automatically and spontaneously judge all unreasonable factors as reasonable.

"You can't fool him 80% of the time?? How high is his mental immunity?!"

The live broadcast camera changed at the moment when all the seats were filled. The camera zoomed in, and a person stood up at the head of the long table. .

"The house is packed with guests, the banquet is about to begin -" the man said in a long tone.

Sounds of music arose from all sides of the auditorium, with gongs and drums accompanied by suonas. It sounded like someone was trying to kill someone, but it could hardly be called pleasant.

The tour guide looked in the direction of the man and said in a low voice: "That's the village chief."

The village chief was already quite old, with white beard and hair. He was wearing a dark gray robe that touched the floor. He raised his head half-way, his eyes fixed. Staring directly at a certain point in the air, he muttered something.

"The banquet of the corpse king, the banquet of the corpse king, the first banquet on the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, invite the corpse to a banquet."

The village chief clasped his hands together and looked pious.

"The first move to invite a corpse, dig out the eyes -"

After the words were finished, the room fell into silence.

Even though he couldn't feel the slightest fear, the moment he heard the village chief finish those words, the muscles in the corners of Qin Fei's eyes still twitched involuntarily.

Eye-gouging...is it the eye-gouging they think of?

Gouge your eyes? Gouging out something's eyes? The players looked at each other in confusion.

Amid the shocked expressions of the players, the village chief slowly raised his arm.

The dry fingers came to the eye socket, and the next second, the owner of the fingers suddenly exerted force, and actually inserted the fingertips into it bit by bit.

Some players gasped.

Half of his fingers dug into his eye sockets and turned in an arc from left to right. Blood mixed with transparent light yellow juice gurgled out of the village chief's eyes and dripped on the table.

Just like that, he forcefully dug out his eyeballs!

Qin Fei frowned and stared at the village chief intently, while Xiao Xiao opened his mouth and cursed silently.

But what is even more unacceptable is what lies behind.

As the village chief's actions ended, the more than two hundred puppet-like villagers in the auditorium suddenly raised their hands!

The smell of blood filled the auditorium.

A young female player was so frightened by this horror movie-like scene that she screamed. The players' faces were livid, and their arms on the table were visibly shaking.

Do they also want to...?

Everyone is facing an enemy.

Except Qin Fei.

At such a time, Qin Fei was able to ask the tour guide with great interest: "Is this one of the special features of the village festival?"

The tour guide mentioned just now in front of the Yizhuang gate, "Don't look directly at the left side of the statue. "Eye", now there is a link related to eyes in the banquet.

It seems that "eyes" are an important element in the copy they are in.

At this time, the tour guide finally took off the red brimmed hat that covered most of his face. The face under the hat was thin and malnourished, looking like a zombie.

He nodded to Qin Fei, and with a numb look on his face, he dug out his left eye using the same movements as other villagers.

The expressionless face did not even tremble, as if there was no pain.

All the villagers have completed the eye-gouging ritual. They turned their heads slowly, and more than a hundred black eye sockets stared at the small group of players in the center of the auditorium.

"Help, help, help..." A new player muttered to himself with trembling lips.

Scar's face was ugly, and he clutched the dagger in his hand. Sun Shouyi raised his hand, put it in front of his face, closed his eyes tightly, and then put it down again.

...I really can't let it go.

He gritted his teeth and looked at Qin Fei.

Unknowingly, Qin Fei, a newcomer pretending to be a veteran, has become the leader among the players.

"What you just said is the rules on the bus." Qin Fei smiled and nodded at Sun Shouyi.

We must abide by folk customs.

So it is impossible to escape this link.

The young man's silky hair was reflected in a beautiful dark brown color by the candlelight, and his clear eyes were full of gentleness, and every word he spoke was very serious.

After listening to Qin Fei's words, the players collectively fell silent.

"But..." Sun Shouyi gritted his teeth, as if to comfort himself, "Not all rules are correct."

Is that so?

Sun Shouyi should not talk nonsense, so in these live broadcast worlds, are there still false rules?

Qin Fei didn't insist: "It's up to you."

Even if there might be false rules, Qin Fei didn't think what the tour guide said would be lies.

The tour guide and the bus were obviously on the same side. If the tour guide deceived them, the bus broadcast would be equally untrustworthy.

This means that players have not encountered a single credible rule from the time they entered the dungeon until now.

For a game where most of the players are novices, this arrangement is a bit too harsh.

At least at this stage, the tour guide must be trustworthy.

This conclusion may change in the future, but that is all for the future.

More importantly, Qin Fei was already sure that there was something wrong with the auditorium in front of him.

Since the food on the table is fake, who can be sure that the scene they saw the village chief gouging out his eyes must be real?

Next to Qin Fei, the tour guide opened an empty eye and looked at him critically.

Qin Fei turned sideways and looked at the tour guide.

Then, he stretched out his hand -

inserting his slender index finger into his eye socket and turning it slowly and lightly.

After a while, a round eyeball still full of vitality lay in Qin Fei's palm.