Ghost Stories With Different Rules (Infinite Flow)

Chapter 5 Night Tour of Shouyin Village 03

Chapter 5 Night Tour of Shouyin Village 03

The audience in the live broadcast room exploded when they saw this scene.

"Oh my god, it's a werewolf."

"From the time I raised my hand to the end... 3 seconds 07! Is it a record?"

"I remember that the fastest player in the past also struggled mentally for at least a minute and a half."

"Dig . What kind of pervert is this with such positive eyes?"

Qin Fei didn't show any pain after digging out his eyes.

After the eyeball in the hand came out of the socket, the entire texture changed, becoming hard and cold, like a stone.

There was no change in the left eye socket that should have been empty, and the amber pupils were still bright and clear.

Qin Fei held his "eyeball" with his index finger and thumb, raised it, and stared at it with half-squinted eyes, like appreciating the color of a pearl in the sun.

After a moment, the young man smiled: "It won't hurt."

Players: "..."

This is really not a question of whether it hurts, brother!

Seeing that the other players looked disheveled, Qin Fei reluctantly put the eyeball back into his pocket without any explanation.

He wasn't exaggerating, it really didn't hurt at all.

The eyeballs simply didn't look like his own. Just now, the moment his fingers touched the eye sockets, it was like being sucked in by something, accompanied by wisps of coolness.

The next action was not even done subjectively by Qin Fei, it was completely like going through a cutscene, and then the eyes appeared completely in his hand.

And just as Qin Fei had thought before, the scene in the auditorium was indeed not real. After removing the eyeball, what Qin Fei saw was completely different from before.

The crystal lamp above her head slowly faded and turned into a pale paper lamp.

The flowers and copper candlesticks disappeared. The white candles on the mottled old wooden table had turned dark red. Tears dripped from the candles, leaving small pools of blood-like stains on the corners of the table.

And the dazzling array of ingredients on the table turned out to be a table of garbage.

It's not necessarily garbage. The table is covered with plates of black and red raw meat.

The raw meat had been left for an unknown amount of time and was already rotting and smelly. If you looked closely, there were unknown mosquitoes and flies flying on it. There were small bags bulging on the raw meat, and tiny maggots were wriggling inside.

Ouch, so disgusting.

Qin Fei glanced at the tour guide again.

Before entering the auditorium, Qin Fei relied on his constant chatter to increase the tour guide's favorability to 12%. The tour guide's attitude towards Qin Fei was obviously different from that towards other players.

His eyes would fall on Qin Fei from time to time. When Qin Fei asked him, he could basically answer every three or four sentences. Bidou) became (the tour guide doesn't like you).

Just, not bad?

At least I don't want to slap him.

Unfortunately, this method seems to have an upper limit. After 12%, the favorability bar continues to rise very slowly.

It wasn't until just now that Qin Fei was the first to dig out his eyes under the nose of the tour guide that his favorability suddenly jumped to 17%.

It seems that we need to support the work of tour guides more in the future.

Qin Fei sat in front of a table full of garbage, holding back the stench and rolling his stone eyes between his fingers.

But in the eyes of Xiao Xiao and other players who had not yet performed the eye-gouging ritual, Qin Fei was playing with his freshly-gouged eyeballs with a half-bloody expression on his face.

This scene is so horrific that it can cause psychological trauma.

Xiao Xiao was scared to tears by Qin Fei. He could no longer say the word "big boss": "Qin Fei, you??"

"Oh, oh, by the way, I remembered it." Xiao Xiao said calmly The bench under his butt moved a little further, and he laughed a few times, "You said you were sick."

Qin Fei: "..."

If thinking this way makes you feel happier, that's up to you.

Perhaps it was because Qin Feiyun's calm demeanor was so encouraging that Sun Shouyi and Xiao Xiao raised their hands in unison after struggling for a moment.

then.

The third, the fourth, the fifth...

This was probably the smoothest "eye-picking" session among the copies of Xiangxi that the audience in the live broadcast room had ever seen.

After removing the eyeballs, the players looked slightly startled, and the sudden change in front of them made them unable to recover.

White paper garlands were placed at the four corners of the auditorium, and in one corner of the room, old curtains danced in the wind.

Looking carefully, the window lattice behind it was not opened. The closed wooden window frame was stuck with paper money, and even the window cracks were papered shut.

On the wall facing the main seat of the dining table hangs a huge colorful painting, which shows a man in long clothes.

Remembering the tour guide's warning, "Don't look directly into the eyes of the statue," Qin Fei quickly closed his eyes.

Like the food on the table, the hanging painting seemed to have a magical power, attracting the players' attention like a black hole and swallowing their entire attention.

"Don't look!" Sun Shouyi covered his eyes with his hands and shouted in a low voice.

Several newcomers who were facing the direction of the hanging paintings looked stunned.

But it was still too late. The eyes of two people were firmly fixed on the hanging painting. It was not until the player next to them reached out and shook them vigorously that they turned away with dull expressions.

Qin Fei imitated the actions of the villagers, lowered his head, and kept his gaze on the small table in front of him, with thoughts swirling in his mind.

The paintings and paper garlands placed together, coupled with the gloomy atmosphere in the room, made the auditorium look not like an auditorium at all, but more like... a huge mourning hall.

At the end of the auditorium, the village chief sang an inaudible ballad in a low voice in front of the statue. The tune was gentle and strange.

The banquet went on like this.

Seeing that the villagers were silent, the players also suppressed their discomfort and became quiet.

Except Wang Shun.

As time went by, Wang Shun completely lost his mind and could no longer think about anything else except chewing and swallowing.

The smelly raw meat was devoured by Wang Shun. Flies were flying around him, and the air was filled with the smell of blood that was so strong that it could not be dissipated.

The red and white raw fat meat was torn into pieces by him, and dark red translucent juice left the corner of his mouth and dripped on the table.

The two people sitting closest to Wang Shun began to retching uncontrollably. The violent vomiting sound was accompanied by the smell of garbage, and everyone's stomachs were turned upside down.

Only Qin Fei remained calm, and could even calmly say to the tour guide: "The food is good."

Xiao Xiao sat opposite Wang Shun, facing the impact, his face turned into the color of pig liver: "Qin... vomit! Boss, vomit, vomit. "

It's not something ordinary people can do to develop the ability to tell lies with open eyes to this extent.

Xiao Xiao glanced at Wang Shun with lingering fear.

Wang Shun had long since stopped listening to what others said, so naturally, he didn't touch his own eyes.

From the moment he entered the auditorium, Wang Shun focused all his attention on the pile of food on the table. The rotten stinky meat was like a supreme feast. His expression was crazy. The tableware in front of him had already been waved aside by him. He was eating heavily, breathing heavily, and occasionally letting out animal-like panting.

Xiao Xiao couldn't bear to look away and turned away, whispering: "He ate too much."

He ate too much, and his belly was visibly enlarged several times.

Everyone can see that if this continues, Wang Shun will be strangled to death sooner or later.

"He..." A new player was frightened by Wang Shun's appearance and looked to the old player closest to him for help.

The old player looked indifferent and said concisely: "Don't worry about it."

Wang Shun's current performance was obviously severely mentally contaminated, and his sanity dropped below the critical point.

In this case, it is impossible for him to recover by himself, and he can only wait for death.

Sun Shouyi looked at Wang Shun who was losing his mind and frowned: "His mental immunity must be very low. Even if he can survive this test, he..."

He will not be able to survive in future crises.

Death is already a predetermined ending for Wang Shun.

The newcomer shuddered, his expression unbearable, and he forced himself to look away.

Wang Shun, who was eating like crazy, was like a balloon that was gradually expanding. The fat on his body bulged out layer by layer, and his whole body became bigger and bigger. In the end, he could hardly even fit in a chair.

He could only kick the chair away, shake his huge body and stand up on the spot.

Despite this, Wang Shun still did not stop eating.

The clothes on his body were stretched to pieces, and his skin became more and more transparent.

He was getting bigger and bigger -

the people on the left and right realized something and didn't care about anything else. They moved hurriedly in the opposite direction.

It's just too late.

"Bang!!"

With a loud noise, the huge human figure disappeared in place.

Stinky blood splashed on the four walls, the entire auditorium was covered in bright red, and minced meat splashed everywhere, mixed with some white fragments.

Everyone who was close to him was not spared, and they were all stained with dirt.

Qin Fei was sitting diagonally across from him, and he couldn't escape either. The warm liquid slid down Qin Fei's cheek. He rubbed it gently with his fingers, staring thoughtfully at his red fingertips.

Even after Wang Shun died, he still could not return to normal. The drop of blood was so crystal clear, like a drop of dark red oil.

"The banquet is over——"

Amidst the blood exploding everywhere, the village chief stood up and spoke slowly.

The villagers in the house stood up one after another and poured out the door like a tide. Only the players were left at the table, sitting there with stunned expressions, unable to say a word.

"Dead, dead..." someone muttered, and then burst into tears, "Dead! Dead! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Others were not so out of control, but they also looked miserable, and sat down as if they had lost their souls. On the chair.

The crying player's voice gradually died down, and the entire auditorium fell into a deathly silence.

In this suffocating silence, Qin Fei was the first to stand up.

The tall young man raised his hands to stretch his shoulders and neck, walked lightly to the tour guide, and said in a familiar and familiar tone: "The banquet is over, should we go back?"