I Became a God in a Horror Game

Third night.

Xiaokui, whose body was getting worse and worse, was lying on the window sill bored, and then she saw Bai Liu who was carrying the lantern on the shrine, and sighed with her chin on her back: I'm going again.

After a while, Xiaokui straightened up in surprise. She saw Bai Liu stopped at the door of the shrine with a lamp, and did not push the door in.

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

Bai Liu quietly carried a dimly lit lamp, standing alone in the long dark night in front of the shrine, like a stone lantern protecting the shrine standing beside the door, motionless.

The door in the shrine was suddenly opened slightly, and a pair of slender and white hands were holding the door valve and trying to push the door out, which was obviously the hand of the evil god.

The evil god wanted to come out and see the sacrifice standing outside the door, but Xiaokui remembered that his younger brother had said that the evil god was bound in the shrine by chains, and it was impossible for him to come out.

Obviously, as long as the sacrifice walked in, you could see the evil god, but Bai Liu just stood outside the door and never got close, letting the evil god who was awakened by his pain struggle to get closer to him.

What is this doing? Xiaokui frowned, This guy won't suffer serious injuries, and spend so much time stealing keys to the shrine just to stand outside the shrine for a night, right?

Bai Liu really stood outside the shrine all night.

When the sky was about to dawn, Xiaokui woke up, and she saw Bai Liu still standing outside the shrine, holding a lantern, and went down the mountain without looking back.

The doors of the shrine, which were constantly writhing, also stopped moving.

In this person's head... Xiaokui frowned, What is he thinking?

The fourth night, the fifth night, for a month in a row, no matter how badly Bailiu was tortured during the day, no matter the weather, rain or snow, Bailiu would go up the mountain with a lantern unshakably at night, and then stand outside the shrine all night, under the sky. Go down the mountain in the morning.

Working like this day and night, even Xiaokui, a bystander who was just observing out of some curiosity, could clearly see Bai Liu's rapid depletion and haggard.

Although from the appearance of this person, it is still so calm, as if he does not stay outside the shrine every night waiting for the dawn alone.

Day by day, and an unknown amount of time passed, when a sacrifice appeared in the Beiyuan family for the first time to the point of emotional suicide, the owner of the Beiyuan family came to inspect the sacrifice with satisfaction, and after praising the teachers who taught them, their In the sacrifice teaching, there is an additional course about [love].

Luming County began to hang up the color banners about the evil spirits festival. The rainy days began to exceed the snowy days day by day, and the trees around the shrine began to bud and bloom.

Xiaokui realized in a trance that the summer festival seemed to be coming.

Not long after, the sacrifice that came in with Bai Liu committed suicide again. His pain was beyond words, and it was in stark contrast to Bai Liu, who was so calm that he could not see the slightest wave no matter how much torture he had endured. Attention began to tilt toward this more painful-looking offering.

So when the sacrifice committed suicide again, the head of the Beiyuan family waved his hand happily: It's good, this sacrifice is about to mature, stop training today, give him whatever promises he wants, make sure to let him Survive in pain!

Bai Liu lowered his head and stepped back from the front of the Patriarch, who waved his hand impatiently and told Bai Liu to go back.

As summer approached, it was raining on the seaside, but at night the rain suddenly fell. Bai Liu held a paper umbrella and walked around the shrine familiarly.

Now that no one in the Beiyuan family pays attention to this sacrifice, which is not painful at first sight, Bai Liu's actions are even more free than before.

Xiaokui was lying on the window sill, looking at the weak lamp in the pus in the rainy night - watching Bai Liu see the evil god every night in the mountains has become one of the few pleasures in her boring sacrificial life.

She was really curious about what Bai Liu wanted to do.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the light in the rain curtain held by the white willow was very weak, like some kind of luminous insects floating around the shrine, wandering and floating in the mountains and forests where the vegetation was gradually dense, swaying forward to the residence of the gods. , and then stopped at the gate of the shrine again.

Xiaokui saw that the door in the shrine was pushed open by another hand.

These days, the evil god in the shrine has stepped out more and more. From the beginning, he could only open a small gap, and now he has been able to open half the door. For a time, Xiaokui thought that the god inside would soon be able to open the door. walk out.

But what Xiaokui couldn't see was that the hand that opened the door was long, fair and scarred. It was covered with wounds from silk threads and chains. the rain sounded together.

You're here, Bai Liu. Sheta stood by the door that he pushed to the half-open, lowered her eyes and said softly, I heard your footsteps and felt your pain, I woke up to I'm waiting for you at the door.

Aren't you coming in to see me today?

Outside the gate of the shrine, there was only the sound of the heavy rain, and Bai Liu did not speak. For so many days, although Bai Liu came every day, Xieta would talk to him every day, but Bai Liu didn't even say a word. answered him.

Sheeta was accustomed to this too. He raised his head slightly and calmly looked at the shaking wind chimes under the eaves, and the increasing rain outside the eaves. There were dense bloodstains on the top, and the fresh scars on his wrists that had just been strangled were dripping down drop by drop, dripping down his pale fingertips.

Outside the door, the rain on the umbrella held by Bai Liu was dripping like a rainy night. The blood and the rain fell to the ground at the same time and melted into the mud.

Sheeta said softly: ...the past few days you came, I woke up earlier and earlier, and you seemed to be in more and more pain.

What are you suffering, Bai Liu?

Scheta looked at the heavy and old wooden door. He knew that on the other side of the door stood the white willow, where he would stand all night, stand until the sky was about to leave, and then come back the next night.

The rain is so heavy today, will Bai Liu get sick...

It was so strange, Sheeta lowered his eyes, he looked at his bruised body, and clenched his clothes in confusion.

It was clearly the body that was bleeding at the moment, but the body didn't feel much pain, but just thinking that Bai Liu would get sick, the position of his heart tightened.

A very strange pain.

These days, Xieta has never seen Bai Liu once or heard Bai Liu's voice. He just knows that Bai Liu is on the other side of the door, and there is a thick wooden door between them that makes it impossible for him to reflect Bai Liu's emotions. He could feel a lot of emotions so clearly.

Every night, when he wakes up because of Bai Liu's approach, his heart beats faster. When he wakes up, he tries his best to open the door of the shrine. When he sees that Bai Liu didn't open the door of the shrine and comes in to meet him, his heart beats down again. .

When Bai Liu left, when he heard the sound of Bai Liu's gradually receding footsteps and slowly fell asleep, his heartbeat would become faster and slower again.

Thinking that Bai Liu left today will slow down, thinking that Bai Liu will come again tonight will speed up.

It's raining too much tonight. Sheta said to the wooden door, Do you want to go back earlier?

There was silence outside the door, and Sheeta heard the sound of the umbrella turning, and then the footsteps of Bai Liu walking down the mountain.

too weird.

Scheta pursed his lips, his eyes stared straight at the wooden door, the fingers clenching his clothes tighter and tighter

Obviously because of the heavy rain, he was the one who let Bai Liu go back, but he really heard the footsteps of Bai Liu leaving without any hesitation, thinking that the time he spent with Bai Liu through the wooden door tonight was gone so quickly...

Sheeta had no way to control his own loss.

why?

Without anyone around him, he naturally cannot reflect anyone's feelings, so where do these two contradictory emotions come from?

Although he doesn't get any response every time, every time Sheeta asks when Bai Liu is leaving, Will you come tomorrow?

The footsteps of Bai Liu's departure paused for a moment, and Xieta heard that Bai Liu's breathing became a little heavier in the pouring rain. He took a step forward and walked to the door of the shrine. Xie Ta even heard Bai Liu's hand. The sound that was posted on the wooden door of the shrine, it seemed that Bai Liu would push the door in the next second and say something to Sheeta.

Sheeta heard his heartbeat beating like never before. He tried to move forward, and the silk thread tied to his body even got into his bones, but he didn't care about it, and he bowed his head and straightened his clothes. He frowned slightly, but it wasn't the pain from the scars that bothered him, but the blood stains on his body that stained his clothes and hair.

Seeing the white willow with blood stains like this, it seems a little untidy, but he can't care so much now.

Scheta briefly sorted out his appearance, then raised his head and stared at the wooden door with all his attention, so focused that his breathing almost stopped, allowing the blood on his body to flow down his coat.

Will Bai Liu push the door open to see him?

What will he say to him?

Bai Liu's breathing stopped for a moment next to the door, and his hand moved slightly on the wooden door.

Scheta looked straight at the wooden door, his shoulders and back slowly straightened, and the light in his eyes lit up little by little.

Then Bai Liu's hand stopped, he paused, just like those nights before, he turned and left without saying anything.

Sheeta's tensed shoulders slumped down little by little. He stared at the door in a daze, his eyes were very shallow, as if a layer of light was about to fall.

The moment he heard Bai Liu leave, Sheeta could hardly hear his heartbeat, as if his heart left with Bai Liu tonight.

Scheta slowly fell to the ground as Bai Liu left, and countless heavy silk threads were intertwined on the skin under his clothes. He gradually closed his eyes and said softly to himself:

Whether you come tomorrow or not.

I'll be waiting for you.

Xiaokui was propped against the window. She originally thought it was another rainy day where Bai Liu was watching outside the shrine all night, and she was yawning, but when it was dawn, Bai Liu suddenly walked a few steps towards the shrine, raised the lamp and shone on it. On the door of the shrine, hands are stuck on the door of the shrine.

These Xiaokui raised their spirits and stretched forward to take a closer look: Will he want to go in today?

No. Xiaokui's eyes narrowed, Bai Liu, did he write something on the door of the shrine?

The rain poured down, the rain was noisy, and Scheta's voice was also smashed by the rain:

Will you come tomorrow?

It doesn't matter if you don't answer me. Whether you come or not tomorrow, I will always wait for you.

Bai Liu held an umbrella, he stood silently in the rain that was about to fall, and then suddenly turned around. Bai Liu held a lamp and shone on the wooden door that was steamed by the rain.

The wooden door was covered with granular water droplets. Bai Liu drooped his eyes and put his palm on the wooden door. Then he put his finger on the wooden door and wrote a sentence on the door, stroke by stroke. , and then stood silent for a while in front of the door, then turned and went down the mountain.

The rain is getting heavier.

In a blurred rain curtain, the light held by Bai Liu was farther and farther away from the gate of the shrine, but the gradually brighter sky shone on the wooden door of the shrine, illuminating the words Bai Liu wrote on the wooden door of the shrine:

【I will come tomorrow. 】

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