I Became a God in a Horror Game

The paper Taoist priest walked slowly in front of Bai Liu. Unlike those little paper figures with stiff movements, the priest’s movements were smooth and natural just like those of a real person.

The moment the paper Taoist priest walked past Bai Liu, Bai Liu pushed Mu Sicheng aside, matched the paper Taoist priest’s footsteps exactly and followed closely behind.

Mu Sicheng looked at Bai Liu with a question mark on his face. He gestured and asked with his mouth, ‘Why are we following it?’

Bai Liu replied with his lips, ‘You have seen paper people guiding corpses before. Maybe you can find your body by following them.’

The paper Taoist strode forward with the peachwood sword in hand. It seemed to have no eyes and could not see Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng following him. After it passed through one tomb passage after another, Bai Liu heard the sound of splashing water.

After passing through the narrow tomb passage again, a river about fifty meters wide appeared in front of Bai Liu.

The water in the long river was flowing rapidly. Under the light of the incense burner held up by the paper man in front of him, Bai Liu could see the splashes of water hitting the rocks. A low white bridge spanned the long river.

The bridge was very low and narrow, its body almost touching the water surface. There were no guardrails on both sides. It felt like people on the bridge could touch the water’s surface with just a hand.

Of course, there was no one on the bridge. There were only some shadows of Bai Liu, whose specific features could not be seen clearly for the time being, dragging slowly on the bridge.

The closer Bai Liu got to the long river and the bridge, the more he could smell a peculiar smell of the water. The short white bridge that looked to be made of rock from afar turned out to be just a paper bridge made of oiled facial tissue when he got closer. Coming and going on the paper bridge were some ghosts with dull faces walking on tiptoes, as well as some black translucent residual souls.

But these were not the most eye-catching things. The most eye-catching things were the women holding white oil-paper umbrellas and walking gracefully on the bridge as if they were taking a walk in the rain.

These women stood with their backs to Bai Liu, holding oil-paper umbrellas. They were wearing white funeral shrouds, barefoot and waving white handkerchiefs in their hands. They walked from the center of the bridge to the bridgehead, swaying their waists with every step. They turned around holding umbrellas, as if preparing to look back.

Mu Sicheng held his breath, waiting for these women to turn around, but these women holding umbrellas suddenly dropped their umbrellas and jumped into the river.

The bodies of the women floated face down under the paper bridge, with their long hair spreading in the water. They floated motionless under the bridge, but when they crossed the bridge, they turned face up again.

The corpses, lying face up, had resentful smiles on their dark and swollen faces, and their eyes were fixed on the “person” still walking on the bridge. They turned left and right, looking for something on the bridge. When they couldn’t find anything, the resentful smiles on the corpses’ faces became more and more distorted before slowly drifting away.

Not long after, a woman walking with an oil-paper umbrella suddenly appeared in the middle of the bridge.

Bai Liu stared at the women walking on the bridge, and soon he realized that these women seemed to be the same group, constantly floating in a cycle on the bridge and under the river, walking on the bridge, jumping off the bridge and then floating under the bridge repeatedly.

Every time they passed under the bridge, these women would stare at the bridge surface as if looking for something.

As they failed to find what they were looking for, the women looked at the passers-by on the bridge with more and more resentment and viciousness, as if they were resentful of the “people” on the bridge for blocking their search.

Mu Sicheng was frightened by this group of strange women and quickly pulled Bai Liu’s sleeve. “…What are they doing?”

Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng and said, “You walked across this bridge once, and now you don’t remember anything?”

Mu Sicheng was startled and murmured, “…I don’t remember.”

Bai Liu retracted his gaze, “According to the records in Maoshan Sorcery, these women should be sacrificial bridge ghosts.”

Mu Sicheng asked, “What is a sacrificial bridge ghost?”

Bai Liu looked at the women holding paper umbrellas.”It’s said that in the past when husbands leave home, the women of the family will go to the bridge everyday, regardless of rain or shine, waiting for their husbands to return home. But if the news of their husbands returning home isn’t good news, but news of their death, some women would jump off the bridge in grief to die alongside the deceased.”

Mu Sicheng looked at these women with some sympathy at this time, “So they are looking for their husbands to return home?”

“It should be.” Bai Liu glanced at Mu Sicheng’s sympathetic eyes, “The floating corpses that died under the bridge have strong resentment. The ghosts of the corpses will circle the bridge from generation to generation, always watching the bridge and waiting for their husbands. If they can’t find their husbands, they will drag all the men who cross the bridge into the water.”

Mu Sicheng was shocked and said, “Why drag me into water?!” I’m not her husband!”

Bai Liu nodded calmly, “Yes, they know that too. So if they find out you are not their husband after they pull you into the water, they will drown you alive out of grief because they have mistaken you for someone else and then throw you aside before continuing to wait for their own husbands.”

Mu Sicheng, “…”

“Shit!” Mu Sicheng reacted, he grabbed Bai Liu, frowning, “There are sacrificial bridge ghosts, isn’t it dangerous for you to cross this bridge?”

Bai Liu’s eyes darkened. “Yes, the Sacrificial Bridge Ghost is one of the most dangerous ghosts in the records of Maoshan Sorcery.”

“The resentment of the sacrificial bridge ghosts cannot be countered, but can only be dispelled. If we don’t have a talisman that can help us disguise ourselves as their husbands, once they find out that we are just two strange men, we will definitely be dragged off the bridge together and drowned, trapped in this cycle of going up and down the bridge.”

Mu Sicheng felt a chill down his spine when he heard this, “Then do you have a disguise talisman?”

Bai Liu paused, “No, that is an orthodox spell, called [False Body Talisman], which is not in my book of sorcery records.”

“Then let’s not cross the bridge and go back…” Before Mu Sicheng finished his words, he suddenly spasmed and trembled a few times. The black energy on his face suddenly became thicker, and his limbs deformed as he lay prone on the ground. His eyes were red and he rushed towards Bai Liu with his teeth bared!

On the other side, in the tomb.

Kong Xuyang, who had a [False Body Talisman] on his head, held up a candlestick and chatted smugly with Yang Zhi who also had a False Body Talisman on his head, “Then Bai Liu will probably die in the tomb, right?”

Yang Zhi nodded and gave Kong Xuyang a thumbs up with unconcealed praise on his face. “Of course, Brother Kong. You really did a great job, really great, you led them directly into the tomb.”

Kong Xuyang pretended to be impatient and waved away Yang Zhi’s hand, “What’s so great about this? It’s just a guide talisman to let the Yin corpse lead the way. The main thing is that Bai Liu likes to court disaster. He dared to rush into the tomb without anything. Isn’t this just courting death?”

“His tactical style involves willingly taking risks even if he dies. Can I say that I am good? Isn’t this all due to the opponent’s foil?”

Kong Xuyang patted the lamp ash on his hands and sighed pretentiously, “Of course, I still hope that Bai Liu can struggle to live a little longer. Otherwise, there’s nothing to watch, just us passing through the monsters and decrypting the puzzle. With this instance being so winnable, how can I gain popularity without the attention being hyped up?”

Yang Zhi nodded repeatedly, and said with emotion, “I watched Bai Liu compete before, and I thought he was very awesome, but I didn’t expect that he couldn’t even get through a single round in the hands of you, Brother Kong.”

Kong Xuyang sneered, “Awesome? How can a laid-off worker in real life who’s just a loser, compare with me?”

“But Bai Liu has won first place in the Rising Star Ranking and first place in the King’s Ranking by relying on his own strength.” Yang Zhi recited Bai Liu’s achievements without noticing that Kong Xuyang’s face had darkened. “I didn’t expect that he would lose so easily…”

“Are you done?” Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi sinisterly.

Yang Zhi then realized that he seemed to have hit Kong Xuyang in the foot, and quickly tried to make amends, “But he is still no match for you, Brother Kong!”

But after saying this, Yang Zhi felt a little guilty because Kong Xuyang had never been first on the King’s Ranking.

Kong Xuyang was suppressed by Hearts the year before last and by Spades last year. This year, he finally had a chance to win but it was snatched away by Bai Liu who suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Kong Xuyang sneered, ignored Yang Zhi, and went deeper into the tomb holding the candlestick.

From time to time, there were women holding oil-paper umbrellas, ghosts crawling on the ground and brides with veils walking around them, but Kong Xuyang and Yang Zhi seemed to not exist, walking among these ghosts recklessly. However, these ghosts did not harm them, and the women holding oil-paper umbrellas even came over to hold umbrellas for them.

Only after they had sent them to a new tomb chamber did the women turn around and walk away slowly, holding their umbrellas, leaving behind a trail of water-stained footprints on the floor of the tomb.

Yang Zhi looked at the women walking away and patted his chest in fear. “This [False Body Talisman] is really amazing. The sacrificial bridge ghosts directly regarded us as their husbands and even held umbrellas for us.”

“If I didn’t have this [False Body Talisman]…” Yang Zhi seemed to remember something terrible and shuddered.

Kong Xuyang also looked sympathetic, but cursed angrily, “These women are crazy insane. When I previously passed this instance, I almost died in the hands of these sacrificial bridge ghosts. Fuck, once they found out that I wasn’t their man, I became their enemy. What a bunch of bitches!”

Yang Zhi was still terrified, “Yes, and the only weakness of these sacrificial bridge ghosts is their husbands as recorded in the monster book! If you, Brother Kong, hadn’t found the [False Body Talisman] in the Maoshan book in time last time, we would have all died in their hands!”

“Damn whores.” Kong Xuyang cursed sinisterly, but no one knew what he was thinking about, the expression on his face relaxed again.

Kong Xuyang sneered, “Didn’t you want to kill me last time? This time just follow me obediently and hold an umbrella for me.”

Yang Zhi rubbed his hands together obscenely and laughed twice. “Brother Kong, give me your orders, maybe these women can be good…”

In disgust, Kong Xuyang waved his hand to interrupt Yang Zhi, “Your taste is too strong!”

Yang Zhi tactfully changed the subject, “How far do you think Bai Liu and his partner can go in the tomb?”

Kong Xuyang became interested again after hearing this, “We have been to this tomb before. The most dangerous ones are the thirty or so brides in the wedding hall, the sacrificial bridge ghosts, and the zombies.”

“Of course, the scariest thing is the Taoist priest in the main tomb.” Kong Xuyang’s expression became more serious when he said this. “That thing is at least a monster with a panel value of 20,000 or 30,000. We must not let it wake up, otherwise we will all die.”

“After the seventh day, within two days, that zombie will absorb enough Yin energy from the last batch of villagers in Yinshan Village and start to awaken. After waking up, it will start to massacre the villagers. There is no way to stop it.” Kong Xuyang’s face was dark. “Last time, as soon as we logged out of the game, the Taoist priest killed all the remaining players trapped inside.”

“Many of those players are prospective members of large guilds. They had no power to resist that Taoist priest.”

Yang Zhi thought of the Taoist priest who also had an emancipated face, “It’s okay, as long as Bai Liu dies, the game will be over. They can’t survive the sacrificial bridge ghosts.”

“I hope Bai Liu and his companion can hold and let the game go on for a little longer. After all, Bai Liu is said to have a lot of fans who support him. These fans probably want to watch Bai Liu for a little longer.” Kong Xuyang shrugged with regret, but the malicious smile on his face grew bigger and bigger. “I am a person who is always willing to satisfy the audience’s wishes.”

“But if Bai Liu really can’t even beat a bunch of abandoned women who held umbrellas for me, I wonder what those audiences who support him will think when they see this scene?”

Yang Zhi understood and praised, “Why would they support Bai Liu? They are here to support you, Brother Kong!”

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