I Became a God in a Horror Game

After a moment of helpless rage, Mu Sicheng sadly compromised with Bai Liu’s bad taste.

What can he do? If Bai Liu hadn’t told him, he wouldn’t have known he was being played. So be it.

Mu Sicheng dragged Bai Liu and followed closely behind the Paper Taoist. Not far in front of them were seven women holding umbrellas and seven zombies walking side by side, moving forward step by step.

Although a paper Taoist priest stood between them, this strange scene still caused Mu Sicheng’s scalp to tingle. He was afraid that one of the people in front would suddenly turn around.

Halfway across the bridge, Mu Sicheng didn’t want to look at the horrific scene in front of him anymore. He took two deep breaths and turned to look at Bai Liu beside him.

Bai Liu held his breath and walked forward without looking around, his expression indifferent. Mu Sicheng felt inexplicably relieved to see Bai Liu so calm.

Mu Sicheng was about to look away when he suddenly noticed a pale, dripping hand slowly emerging from the water on the bridge behind them. The hand supported itself on the bridge and began climbing up.

After a while, the hand lifted the body up — revealing a woman in white crawling on the ground, her hair dripping with water. Her shoulders were twisted unevenly from side to side. Her posture was very unnatural as if the bones were spinning in the shoulder joints, supporting her entire body.

The woman stood up slowly, holding the umbrella forward to cover the upper half of her face.

She rushed forward despite walking in small steps with her toes pointed upwards. In the blink of an eye, she was close to the backs of Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng. A chill that could freeze one’s spine emanated from this woman, making it almost impossible for them to move.

The woman took two steps forward and leaned against Bai Liu’s shoulder.

Mu Sicheng saw the moment the woman got close to Bai Liu, a strange smile appeared on the lower half of her face. Her slightly open mouth was filled with black mud and water plants, which turned into sewage and overflowed from her lips.

Mu Sicheng was so shocked that he pinched Bai Liu’s wrist fiercely. He felt an oppressive sense of danger from the woman behind him, making him dare not speak.

Bai Liu stopped and did not move forward. The woman leaned forward against Bai Liu’s shoulders and neck, with her head lowered, and did not move as well.

Drops of water dripped from the woman’s wet hair and fell onto Bai Liu’s neck along the ends of her hair. The chilliness spreading from her body became stronger and stronger. Even cold white air came out of Bai Liu’s breath.

Mu Sicheng stood stiffly where he was. He watched the paper Taoist in front of him shaking the bell and walking further and further away, but he did not dare to move at all.

His sixth sense told him that if he and Bai Liu ran down the bridge madly now, Bai Liu would definitely be caught by the sacrificial bridge ghost and drown.

There were clearly only seven ghosts who died on the bridge. As long as they followed the Paper Taoist, the seven zombies would be just enough for them to cross the bridge. Moreover, Mu Sicheng himself had indeed crossed the bridge safely once by following this rule.

How come when it was Bai Liu’s turn to cross the bridge, a ghost suddenly crawled out from under the bridge?!

Mu Sicheng discreetly rolled his eyes, and carefully glanced at the woman next to Bai Liu. Just as Mu Sicheng moved his gaze to look over, the woman leaning on Bai Liu’s shoulder slowly and gently raised her umbrella, leaning it towards Bai Liu.

The lower half of the woman’s face was well-defined, her skin pale, and a smile rested on her lips. There was black mud constantly pouring out of her mouth and nose. The fingernails of her hands gripping the umbrella were also full of mud. It was obvious these were remnants of her struggling, scratching and swallowing at the bottom of the river before she drowned.

The upper half of the face that was revealed…

Mu Sicheng gasped at what he saw.

The woman was missing the upper half of her face. Her head was hit so hard that it was sunken and crooked, little of it was left. Only half of her head and the cross section above the bridge of her nose could be seen. The white sieve-like bones were filled with mud and sand, which leaked out of her mouth and nasal cavity like a funnel, staining Bai Liu’s white shirt black.

Bai Liu came into close contact with the half-headed sacrificial bridge ghost, but he remained unmoved. He calmly walked towards the bridgehead with the woman leaning on his shoulder.

Mu Sicheng watched in astonishment as Bai Liu moved toward the head of the bridge feeling frustrated. Mu Sicheng was afraid that making a sound would alert the sacrificial bridge ghosts and zombies on the bridge in front and behind him, so he kept making gestures and mouthing words to Bai Liu.

“You will be dragged off the bridge if you reach the bridgehead!” Mu Sicheng was extremely anxious. He could not help but shudder when he saw the upper half of the ghost girl’s face. “If you are dragged off by the sacrificial bridge ghost and your head hits the bridge pier, you will die like her!”

Mu Sicheng himself was not a living person, he had no body, so it would be fine even if he was dragged off the bridge, but Bai Liu was a living person! If he died after being dragged off the bridge, he would really die!

Seeing this, Mu Sicheng gritted his teeth and reached out for the woman beside him. However, Bai Liu quickly grabbed Mu Sicheng’s wrist, lifted the umbrella the woman held for him and signaled Mu Sicheng to look inside the umbrella.

A brand new yellow talisman was prominently posted on the inside of the umbrella, with the words “Body Binding Talisman” written on it.

Mu Sicheng was shocked, “Who stuck this?”

At the other end.

“Brother Kong, you are really thorough.” Yang Zhi pushed the flashlight on his head and sighed, “In fact, I think Bai Liu and Mu Sicheng will die as soon as they entered this tomb. You even drew so many talismans and dug traps for them at every key point in this tomb…”

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi and said, “What do you know? Winning without fighting is not a good show. If they die in the tomb mechanism, does that mean I won against them?”

“That’s because the game itself killed them. It has nothing to do with me. Then how would I absorb Bai Liu’s popularity and get those viewers who supported him to switch to me?”

“Bai Liu must die.” Kong Xuyang’s eyes were grim, “And he must die in my hands. Only through this match can I enter the top 100 in popularity and get the gold medal of immunity from death.”

“Otherwise, when we play against Russell Cemetery later…”

When this name was mentioned, Kong Xuyang’s face twitched twice, and his expression became even darker, “This guild is extremely strange. They might be able to find a team member who can restrain our two skills. They don’t care about their lives. It’s hard to beat them without the gold medal of immunity from death.”

Yang Zhi chuckled twice, “So it is you, Brother Kong, who has thought things through. If it were me, I would not have thought of sticking the [Body ody Binding Talisman] on one of the sacrificial bridge ghosts when crossing the ghost bridge. That way she could not cross the bridge with us, but remain trapped on the bridge the whole time.”

“You have blocked Bai Liu’s only way out.”

Kong Xuyang glanced at Yang Zhi with a little pride,

“In addition to sticking the [False Body Talisman] like we did, there is another way to cross the bridge, to follow the paper Taoist. That thing will drive the seven zombie husbands of the sacrificial bridge ghosts across the bridge. Seven is the maximum number in this tomb, and there are at most seven sacrificial bridge ghosts on the bridge. After these seven ghosts find their husbands, they will not follow the body, and people can cross the bridge safely.”

“So upon crossing the bridge, I used the [Binding Talisman] to trap a ghost under the bridge, who had died sacrificing herself. That was an eighth sacrificial bridge ghost.”

“This eighth sacrificial bridge ghost will find her husband among the other seven ghosts who died on the bridge and climb up when he is about to get off. This way, no matter what method Bai Liu uses, he will definitely meet this sacrificial bridge ghost I specially prepared for him.”

Kong Xuyang smiled smugly, his expression vicious, “Bai Liu will definitely be dragged off the bridge by this woman, and only half of his head will be left.”

Bai Liu walked neither fast nor slow, and the woman on his right holding an umbrella for him also followed him at the same pace.

However, the closer they got to the bridge, the more the expression on the lower half of the woman’s face changed, from a smile on her lips at the beginning, to pursed lips in silence later, and now to a noticeable downward turn of the corners of her mouth. The woman turned half of her head and moved closer, “looking” straight at Bai Liu.

She seemed to realize that Bai Liu was not her husband, and her expression became extremely resentful and gloomy.

The umbrella initially only covered Bai Liu’s head, but then it slowly sank, as if to cover Bai Liu’s entire body.

After almost completely enclosing Bai Liu in the umbrella, dense crimson spots appeared on its surface, just like the splashed blood stains of someone jumping off a bridge with an umbrella.

The strong stench of corpses, water, and blood wafted out.

Bai Liu poked his head out from under the umbrella, looking at Mu Sicheng, and mouthed, ‘Wait and listen to my plan.’

Before he could finish his words, the woman’s face appeared from behind Bai Liu. Her lips pressed against Bai Liu’s ear, opening and closing quickly as if she was speaking, but only a clicking sound of joints could be heard.

She spoke faster and faster, and the clacking sound of her joints gave people goosebumps. Even if only half of her face was shown, one could tell how resentful and hateful this woman’s expression was.

Dirt, mud, and blood flowed out of her mouth.

Bai Liu put his head back into the umbrella, and the clacking soundjoints stopped for a moment.

Then Mu Sicheng saw through the umbrella, the shadow of half the woman’s head gently pressed against Bai Liu’s ear, her jaw slowly opened to an outrageous angle, and the next second, a crazy clicking sound rang out.

Mu Sicheng, a ghost, broke out in cold sweat when he saw this.

He already had a sacrificial bridge ghost following his body, but Bai Liu is a human. Was there any way to resolve this?!

The Paper Taoist drove the zombies and the sacrificial bridge ghosts off the ghost bridge one by one, and Mu Sicheng found that the bridgehead was right in front of them!

The shadow of the woman cast on the umbrella was only half a head at first. As it got closer to the bridge, Mu Sicheng watched with horror as the shadow on the umbrella shifted and grew.

The blood on the umbrella gradually faded, leaving the umbrella and flying onto the shadow; the head absorbed the blood, and actually squirmed, growing the upper half of a face!

Mu Sicheng was about to suffer a cardiac arrest. Of course, if he were in Bai Liu’s situation now, he might have already suffered a cardiac arrest.

The things on the umbrella were not blood at all, but pieces of flesh, broken bones, and brain matter. They were the upper half of the woman’s face that splattered on the umbrella when she jumped off the bridge.

These things were stuck to the inside of the umbrella, and as they gradually approached the bridge, they returned to the woman’s face as if the scene was played in reverse, twisting and merging to shape the upper half of her face.

The sacrificial bridge ghost repeats a cycle before her death on the bridge.

The course of events from below the bridge to coming upon it was the process of her death, resulting in her appearance being as it was after death. Walking atop the bridge to the bridge-head, to the moment of her jumping off, that was the process of her death. Now in this process, she regained her appearance again from when she was alive.

The woman in front of him finally recovered completely to her original appearance.

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T/N: The second to last paragraph is confusing even in the raws. We got help from a chinese teacher but that’s about the best we can do.

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