I Became a God in a Horror Game

Bai Liu looked up at the last mural on the ceiling.

This last mural was a long painting with a blood-red background. Despite being relatively blurry, it seemed to connect the things that appeared in the previous paintings.

The bride in the coffin jumped out, wearing a veil on her head and riding on the shoulders of some dark-faced people. Ghosts with distorted faces crawled on the ground beside the bride, while her wedding veil swayed as she walked to her destination. Bai Liu looked back and saw some bamboo racks lifted high by the ghosts, on which were piled many wine jars like the one under Bai Liu’s feet.

The wine jars seemed to be opened with white arms clinging to several of them.

Some of the pictures in the middle were blurry, making it hard to tell what was drawn. All he could see was the inscription next to the picture: […In the Gengzi year, Renchen month, and Guichou day [2], everything was unfavorable. The Night Wandering God brought his night patrol officers to kill anyone who entered the village…]

Next to it was a line of small characters that said: [Specific matters are listed in the village calendar.]

The last one was the Taoist zombie. In his left hand, a peach wood sword pointed towards the sky while his right elbow rested on the dust. Half of his face was that of a compassionate Taoist who pitied all living beings yet the other half seemed to be an intimidating zombie with a ferocious appearance.

It sat upright on the altar while countless wronged souls and evil spirits writhed below it. These resentful ghosts twisted and roared in the black smoke, and their swollen and drowned faces emerged, pushing the altar forward towards the village entrance.

Countless people were standing vaguely at the entrance of the village, holding swords, axes, chisels, oil pans, torture instruments, and dragging iron chains. They wore strange round-top hats on their heads and short black boots in the style of cow and sheep feet. They looked more like devils escaping from the eighteenth level of hell than human beings with their hideous faces grinning brightly.

Judging from their appearance, these little ghosts were the same ones who had previously taken the men from Yinshan Village away.

Upon rushing straight towards Yinshan Village, the little ghosts met the zombie Taoist priest coming out of the village entrance. The zombie Taoist priest glared at them and raised his sword to slash. The ghost bride and her servants also rushed forward and held down those little ghosts.

The two groups of “people” seemed to have engaged in a fierce fight at the entrance of the village.

The rear painting was blurry again, making Bai Liu look at the very end of the mural.

The entrance to the village was filled with blood, corpses, and bones were scattered everywhere, leaving only the Taoist priest, who had turned into a zombie. He supported his body with a sword and stood in the middle of the village with a vicious and ferocious face. Black hair grew on his hands and feet, his fangs were bared, and his mouth was covered in blood.

The inscription beside it read [The descendants of Yinshan Village abandoned their ancestral tomb and built this tomb for the (—??) Taoist priest and ancestors.]

When Bai Liu finished looking at the last mural, there was no place for him to stand. The wine jar pressed tightly against Bai Liu’s calf, as long as he made one move, he could knock it down.

The wine jar had a narrow mouth and a thick body, the paper used to seal it was extremely thin. It had been left here for so long that if it fell to the ground, the paper would probably tear, allowing the contents of the wine jar would crawl out.

A secret room, surrounded by a bunch of wine jars – it seemed there was no way out.

Holding the candlestick, Bai Liu looked around calmly before suddenly stepping on a wine jar.

The wine jars that surrounded him shook a few times and gathered towards the middle. After colliding with each other, the wine jars seemed to sense that Bai Liu had disappeared from among them, so they stopped moving.

Bai Liu also stood there without moving, but after a while, a human face appeared on the sealing paper of the wine jar.

The nose of the human face on the paper was moving as if sniffing Bai Liu’s scent, and then the wine jars slowly moved towards the one where Bai Liu was standing.

Bai Liu waited until these wine jars came close to the jar he was standing on again, then he changed to another jar and continued to stand. He looked at these wine jars calmly and said to himself, “As expected.”

These wine jars contained the bones of the people who drowned, which were the “bodies” of those ghosts. Those who ran away were ghostly spirits while their real bodies were still here.

According to Taoist theory, after the soul leaves the body, the corpse is just a corpse and will not change into another form to do evil. In short, it is safe.

As soon as Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng entered the tomb, they encountered many ghosts near the hinged door. That means there must be many wine jars in the tomb that are “empty”, that is, the wine jars after the ghosts leave their bodies.

In other words, these wine jars will not move.

Bai Liu selected the moving wine jars and stood on the ones that did not move. It did not matter even if he stepped on the sealing paper of the wine jar and broke it, because there was only a dead body without a soul inside. The red string of the sealing paper obviously trapped the moving wine jars. According to Taoist theory, these things were yin objects and needed the help of a living person’s yang energy to break the mouth of the jar and see the light of day again. Therefore, they tried to use Bai Liu, a living person, to break the jar or the sealing paper.

If an ordinary person were to enter this side tomb chamber and move around, those wine jars would subconsciously block their way and be kicked over. As long as the jars fall over, the contents inside would spill out as desired.

As a result, in order to avoid the escaped spirit, the people who entered would cause havoc, causing more wine jars to be broken.

After the person’s yang energy becomes exhausted, they would be consumed to death by the ghosts and become a wine jar as well.

In other words, once you enter this tomb, you cannot move.

Unfortunately, Bai Liu was a weirdo. Upon entering, he looked at the murals for more than half an hour. No matter how the wine jars moved around, he didn’t move his feet at all. Only after Bai Liu had basically seen all the wine jars that had been moving in the tomb, did he calmly choose one of them and leisurely step on it.

Moving left and right would result in bumping into wine jars, but moving up and down would not.

Now Bai Liu moved on a higher level as these wine jars chased him. The more these wine jars moved, the more conspicuous those wine jars that could not move became.

Bai Liu remembered that when he entered the tomb and the candle went out, five ghosts imitating him appeared, as well as 5 ghosts imitating Mu Sicheng.

Assuming that these ten ghosts all left from this side tomb chamber, it can be inferred that there are about ten jars in this tomb chamber that were safe.

Bai Liu glanced at the immovable jars in the tomb chamber, there were exactly ten of them.

However, he did not rule out the possibility that his inference could be wrong; if one of the jars was just unwilling to move, Bai Liu would be instantly GG’ed if he stepped on it. Yet, Bai Liu discerned that he did not seem to care about the risks when doing things. He always moved in the direction of the highest possibility and maximum benefit — not even caring if he died halfway.

Bai Liu felt like he was a result-oriented person.

He glanced at the ten jars, visualised them connected in a line, and then paused.

Upon connecting the ten jars, the Chinese character “出” was formed, but this character “出” was missing a stroke, so there was no head. The stroke was in the southeast direction, and moving jars kept “walking” back and forth at the location of that stroke.

This felt like a mechanism that requires a jar in each place, but there are only ten immovable jars, and one was missing.

Bai Liu raised his eyebrows slightly – was this forcing him to step on a jar with something in it?

As if aware that Bai Liu was stepping on the jars, the moveable jars became more and more restless. Deformed human faces kept appearing on the sealing paper, with their mouths wide open and roaring silently.

A chilly wind blew back and forth in the sealed tomb, and a sickening odor of rotting corpses began to emanate from the jar.

Bai Liu took another step and moved to a new jar.

The wine jar Bai Liu had stepped on before was pushed by other moving wine jars. The moment he raised his foot, the seal was broken, revealing a twisted corpse curled up in the water.

The corpse was lying face up, its face so rotten that only a pair of eyes were intact. The eyeballs were misty as if covered by a layer of gauze, and its swollen, pale lids were open, staring outside with its eyes staring out in its death. [2] These should be the corpses of those evil spirits.

The power of the ghosts would be doubled when there is a corpse. If these ghosts were to get out of the jar with the corpse…

After imagining the scene, Bai Liu estimated the fighting power of the ghosts. He objectively felt that he would most likely die here.

Bai Liu kept switching jars while being chased by the wine jars. The seals of the immovable jars were damaged one after another. Bai Liu finally approached the southeast corner of the last missing stroke of the [出] character.

The wine jars were like a school of fish that had smelled the bait, almost filling up the direction of the last point of the exit.

Bai Liu stood calmly on the wine jar that was the final stroke of the [出] and looked around, looking for a way to escape.

If he stepped on a moveable wine jar and no exit appeared while the spirits trapped in the wine jar crawled out, Bai Liu needed to pay attention to the direction in which he was being chased to avoid knocking down the other wine jars.

Bai Liu stared at the wine jars that were shaking constantly in the southeast corner of the room. He quickly stepped on a jar, turned around and stood on a jar in the corner, with his back pressed against the two walls.

The jar that was just stepped on shook twice before coming to a halt; it gradually began to tilt strangely in one direction. Five pallid fingers slowly stretched out from the torn red sealing paper and grasped the edge of the jar.

A head appeared, bent at a 90 degree angle and stuck horizontally in the mouth of the jar. The head seemed to be completely separated from the body as a sinister smile was plastered on its deathly pale face and long wet hair protruded from the mouth of the jar. Its body casually pulled out of the mouth of the jar with its limbs twisted in a weird angle.

Bai Liu could hear the sound of bones creaking and deforming even when he was standing diagonally from it. He glanced at the four walls and sighed with regret in his heart.

It seemed that he guessed wrong.

At least for now, there is no mechanism in this side tomb, which means there is room for Bai Liu to have a door.

Bai Liu didn’t think he had guessed the meaning of “出” wrongly, the hint was quite obvious.

But there seemed to be no [way out] now, unless… something is missing. Standing on the jar, Bai Liu looked up at the ceiling where the hinged door lay, making a clanging sound.

Pale faces popped out from behind the hinged door, and ghosts crawled in on all fours from outside.

Bai Liu clicked his tongue and thought to himself, as expected.

These eleven jars must specifically contain ghosts in order to be opened. So, not long after he stepped on one jar and broke the seal, the ghost would return.

These returning ghosts were originally preparing to crawl toward Bai Liu; however, not long after they came in, they seemed to smell something. Bloody cuts appeared on their faces as they revealed a strange smile, before changing directions and crawling towards the jars that Bai Liu had stepped on.

Then, the ten jars that were stepped open by Bai Liu stretched out their pale arms and feet one after another and slapped the vermilion jars, and the twisting heads in the jars made a creaking sound of bones interlocking.

The eyes on the rotten face of the drowned corpse were staring straight at Bai Liu who was standing in the middle, and the smiles at the corners of their mouths were getting bigger and bigger.

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[1] Gengzi year refers to the 60th year in the chinese calender (such as 1780、1840, 1900, 1960, 2020, 2080…), Renchen month is from the Qingming Festival to Lixia (early April to late May), Guichou day is apparently a special day according to chinese bazi fortune telling (all of this is taken from baidu)

[2] “dying with one’s eyes open” is the literal meaning. However, it also means that they had an unresolved grievance before they died

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