Big Bang Earth [Unlimited]

Ji Mucha didn't worry about reminding Xie Bingyan, but grabbed the paper curtain and pulled it back——

Can't move.

Kubota Youjiang's half corpse seemed to be competing with him, holding the paper curtain with both hands, the blood from the waist down quickly spread along the paper curtain towards Ji Muxia's hands at an extremely unscientific flow speed.

A large amount of blood suddenly emerged from the pulp pool that had just been emptied, which was sticky and had a smoky smell of blood.

There are countless blood-red human faces in the ocean, looming and screaming in pain.

You can imagine what you will face if you are accidentally knocked into the pulp pool.

Blood gushed out of Kubota Youjiang's mouth, and his eyes were red: "We will die together...we will die together..."

"No, this place is too small to live in, so I'll leave it to you."

Ji Muxia pulled the paper curtain back, as if one person and one ghost were in a tug of war.

On Kubota Yue's already pale and swollen face, there was a sinister smirk, and he let go suddenly——

He thought that Ji Muxia would fall down because of his sudden letting go.

Unexpectedly, Ji Mucha was waiting for this moment, before he let go, he let go at a faster speed, and shouted at Xie Bingyan:

"Squat down!"

At the same time, when Xie Bingyan was bumped by Kubota Youjiang's lower body, he used the most convenient and quickest way to fight back, staggering a step to avoid the impact.

Then, the paper curtain flew towards Ji Muxia with Kubota Youjiang's upper body.

The lower half of the body that failed to attack rushed forward.

The two halves collided.

Taking this opportunity, Ji Muxia grabbed the flying paper curtain and pressed down hard, pushing the two halves of Kubota Youjiang's body into the pulp pool again.

The blood in the pool seemed to boil, rolling and swallowing the two halves of Kubota Youjiang's body.

It was obviously a shallow pulp pond, but at this moment it seemed like a bottomless pit, dragging Kubota Youjiang's body down.

In the blink of an eye, the body was gone.

The plasma was gone too.

The pulp pool returned to its original muddy log color again, as if it was their hallucination.

"Look at this paper, some words appeared on it." Xie Bingyan was the first to notice the change in the wet paper.

I saw lines of blood-red fonts appearing on the wet paper next to it.

The blood-red color brings an uncomfortable feeling, and the lines of poems are still vertical, arranged from right to left.

"This ghost still likes to write poetry? It seems that his literary talent is not bad."

Xie Bingyan found it quite interesting.

"Write poetry with blood, performance art?"

"Don't read it."

Ji Muxia has always been cautious, especially after going through a round of death games, he is even more concerned about some taboos.

"Words have spirits. Ancient witchcraft has words and spirits, using words and language to cast spells. Don't write or read strange words when you see them. Forget them immediately after seeing them."

The blood-red font became more and more intense, as if it was going to burst out of the wet paper.

This blood character seems to have its own consciousness.

"Go see the others."

As Ji Muxia said, he walked towards the door of Lao Zhifang, but found that the door was tightly locked.

Looking back, the poems on the pile of wet paper became more and more colorful.

Hong is miserable, but with an inexplicable stubbornness, he doesn't realize that it is not allowed to leave.

Xie Bingyan looked at it and took out a lighter: "Why don't you let it understand how powerful the devil is?"

The wet paper seemed to be irritated, and the blood flowed from above to the ground, spreading towards Xie Bingyan's feet.

Ji Muxia looked at it, then suddenly lifted the wooden board placed at the bottom of the wet paper, and pulled it into the pulp tank.

"If you don't obey, I will send you back to your hometown."

Wet paper: ...

Great, back to basics again.

Ji Muxia picked up the wooden sticks around and stirred the wet paper that fell back into the pulp tank to disperse them more thoroughly.

Xie Bingyan watched silently, silently giving Ji Mucha a thumbs up.

Fortunately, he thought this job was very important, he never thought of sabotaging it, he didn't expect Ji Muxia to be so straightforward.

"What should I do if the work is not completed or not allowed to leave?" Xie Bingyan tried, but the door was still locked, as if welded to death.

"Don't you know how to pry open doors?"

Xie Bingyan spread his hands: "No, this is locked from the outside."

Ji Muxia was still very calm: "I don't believe it can keep me locked here forever. After eating breakfast in the morning, I will feel a little uncomfortable in my stomach..."

Ji Mucha glanced at the family tree page pasted near the door.

"It's uncivilized to defecate anywhere. I think this pulp pool is good, and the color can't be seen anyway..."

The door opened.

There was a "bang", heavy, like galloping anger.

The pages of the family tree floated down from the wall, slapped Ji Muxia hard on the top of the head, and then floated away on his own.

Ji Muxia blinked and followed.

"Where are you going?" Xie Bingyan asked.

"Come out."

……

Ji Muxia can be sure that this genealogy page has its own consciousness.

In other words, there are ghosts on it.

It's just that I don't know whether it is one ghost or many.

After all, it can disperse and take players to different places.

After all, it was a big house, and the clean room was fairly clean and simple.

Ji Muxia originally thought that with his actions, he might be retaliated against, so a few hideous ghosts suddenly appeared at his convenience to scare him.

In the end, everything was safe and sound, and Ji Mucha couldn't help but reflect on herself.

It seems that the quality of these ghosts is much higher than their own.

He just came out of the clean room, and saw that book page pasted on the opposite tree trunk, and after he came out, it fluttered over Ji Muxia's head again.

Ji Muxia paused slightly, then stretched out his hand toward the page: "I just touched my hand, please wipe it—"

Xie Bingyan: "..."

Mucha seems to be much more lively than when he was a child, he seems to have missed something...

The page angrily swiped towards Ji Muxia's hand at an angle. Ji Muxia was trying to test it on purpose, but immediately withdrew his hand quickly, and the sleeve was scratched by the quick brush of the paper just now.

"I'm just kidding." Ji Muxia touched the rotten place on his sleeve, thoughtfully.

At this moment, he heard a scream.

"what--"

It was an unfamiliar voice, but it was definitely a player.

"This way, it seems to be the direction Su Jieke is going to, the grass-milling house." Xie Bingyan made a quick judgment, and led Ji Muxia to the direction where the screams came from.

……

After Chao Daicheng and Su Jieke entered the grass-milling room together, they saw the work flow.

The work is not difficult, one picks the grass and the other grinds the grass.

Grass selection requires manual work and care, and grinding grass requires a stone mill, which requires a lot of strength.

In the beginning, Chao Daicheng, who was too old, picked the grass, and Su Jieke, who was young and strong, who often played sports at first glance, grinded the grass.

But soon they discovered that Su Jieke was too strong and reckless, and directly pushed the millstone out together.

——Su Jieke has never used a stone mill, and it is even the first time he has seen it in reality.

Chao Daicheng had to give up and replaced him with grinding grass.

Fortunately, they are all middle-aged men, and they don't feel too tired.

The two started to be unfamiliar, but Su Jieke was an acquaintance, and kept taking the initiative to find topics. After a while, the two became acquainted, chatting while working. If it wasn't for the wrong environment, they would be like workers in a workshop.

Su Jieke picked another batch of papyrus, carried it to Chao Daicheng's millstone, and then returned to his work station to continue picking.

When Chao Daicheng grabbed a handful of papyrus and was about to stuff it under the millstone, he suddenly found some shredded paper inside.

"Did you get some paper in there?"

"No." Su Jieke said blankly, "I didn't bring any paper, I only read e-books."

Chao Daicheng looked at the door calmly, the family tree pages and process drawings were still posted there.

"Could it be the time clue in this game?"

Chao Daicheng became interested.

He deliberately picked out some shredded paper, and found that there were indeed some words on it, which were still exquisite lowercase letters.

Chao Daicheng became interested and put the shredded paper together in order.

"It turned out to be a poem..."

……

"I just heard him read something in a low voice, then suddenly buried his head, picked up the millstone and smashed himself to death!"

Su Jieke crumpled and held his head, looking at Chao Daicheng's bloody corpse in front of him, trembling in horror.

"That scream doesn't seem to be you?" Ji Mucha remembered the scream that attracted them.

"It's him." Su Jieke tried to think back, "He screamed when he was smashed, I don't know why, he was obviously afraid of screaming, how could it be like this..."

"Maybe at the last moment, he regained consciousness, but it was too late." Xie Bingyan concluded.

At this time, Chao Daicheng's body was in front of them.

They couldn't see Chao Daicheng's final expression, because the millstone was firmly pressed on his head, and they could only see a bloodstain stained by the millstone.

They didn't doubt Su Jieke's words, because until now, Chao Daicheng still maintained the posture of holding the millstone with both hands and raising it upwards.

Ji Muxia even suspected that the poem was exactly the same as the one they saw in the paper room.

But the shreds of paper are no longer visible at the scene now, maybe they were pressed together by the millstone, or maybe they disappeared weirdly just like when it came weirdly.

Other players came one after another.

After Meng Boshu heard about Chao Daicheng's death, he asked Su Jieke: "Do you remember what that poem was like? Say it, maybe we can avoid it."

Su Jieke let out an "ah" and was about to speak when Ji Muxia interrupted him.

"Don't say it. Chao Daicheng can forget about it after reading the poem. Who knows if other people will be fine if they read it."

Ji Muxia looked at Meng Boshu coldly.

He didn't believe it, he couldn't guess this with Meng Boshu's shrewdness, but he deliberately asked Su Jieke to read poems, which obviously made him step on thunder for him with his life.

Su Jieke was still terrified, and he was still a little dazed: "Well, I don't understand it, and I don't remember it at all. When I was in school, the worst thing I was good at was reciting poems..."

Meng Boshu smiled, and politely apologized to Ji Muxia's accusation: "I'm sorry, I was too impatient and didn't think carefully."

Then, still maintaining his poise, he walked towards the new players who had just rushed over, reminded them of the crisis here, and used Chao Daicheng's death to win favor for himself.

Ji Muxia became more and more afraid of this man.

He only apologized to himself, but in fact, the person Mong Boshu should apologize to is Su Jaek.

Moreover, he himself has no shame, and obviously does not think that such a thing of using human life to step on mines is detrimental to morality.

Compared with a game with rules to follow, such a player companion with ulterior motives is more terrifying.

"Go back first, it's time for lunch." Xie Bingyan gently wrapped his arms around Ji Mucha's shoulders, and whispered in his ear, "First eat enough before you have the strength to fight with others."

Ji Mucha nodded slightly.

This time, the genealogy page didn't lead the way and disappeared by itself.

It seems that the fun of leading the way is to watch the player die.

When the player returned to the main room, he saw a complete family tree lying in the middle of the table.

On the table of the Eight Immortals, a hot lunch has been served, which is very rich.

Ji Muxia thought about it, and went to look through the family tree first. Sure enough, on the page of Chao Daicheng, there were more black and white portraits of him and the dates of his birth and death.

After Chao Daicheng died, he remained on the family tree forever in such a way.

……

The afternoon passed peacefully, without strange corpses or strange poems.

After a lunch, Chao Daicheng's body disappeared as strangely as Kubota Youjiang's.

The millstone that had been stained with human blood also became clean, and it was still the same.

Ji Mucha didn't know if Su Jieke had used the millstone, seeing his eyes were blank and frightened after work, she had a conscience and didn't continue to ask.

After the players worked hard as coolies for half a day, when they returned to the main room for dinner, they all complained of backaches.

At this time, the family tree automatically turned the page, revealing the contents above.

The spirited state of the family tree is not concealed at all. This spontaneous action has attracted all the players.

This time, no one read aloud, just watched silently, remembering the information that belonged to him.

"Ji Muxia... drying the paper..."

"Xie Bingyan... drying the paper..."

Ji Mucha found that this time, the player's work tasks have changed, and both he and Xie Bingyan have become posters.

Su Jieke and another strange player became paper fishers.

The most surprising thing is...

Ji Mucha's eyes fell on a new piece of paper, and the corners of his mouth curled up ironically.

"Meng Boshu... Grinding the grass..."

"Impossible! Why am I grinding grass, why me!" At this moment, Meng Boshu's uncontrollable emotions got out of control.

The workshop of the first dead player was the grass-milling room, and the mill had smashed people to death. As long as Meng Boshu thought of using that mill to grind grass, it would be a little unacceptable.

Most importantly, all players are in pairs, but only he, is alone.

It was like a louse on a bald man's head, naked and gleaming.

"You'll be fine if you don't read the paper with words on it." Su Jieke reminded him kindly.

Meng Boshu seemed to grasp at straws: "You come with me, let's go together!"

"No, no, no," Su Jieke shook his head like a rattle, "I don't want to violate the door rules, I don't want to be boarded."

Meng Boshu wanted to pester him again, and Su Jieke ran back to his main house:

"It's time, it's time to sleep."

The player's job has changed, but the room where he stayed has not changed.

After Su Jieke ran away smartly, Meng Boshu went to pester other players again. Seeing his eyes on Xie Bingyan, Ji Muxia said indifferently: "Let's go, go back to sleep."

"Oh." Xie Bingyan behaved like a 24-year-old filial husband, "I listen to you, let's go home."

His hands were on Ji Muxia's shoulders, as if they were good friends, but from the angle of his back, he seemed to be hugging Ji Muxia.

Meng Boshu paused for a moment, but in the end he didn't get entangled. He turned his gaze to the weakest looking pregnant woman here...

Qin Jiao: "..."

……

At night, Ji Mucha lay on the bed, half asleep and half awake, and immediately woke up after the countdown to midnight.

[Ah—the eighth day of the countdown——]

The game became more and more fun, and this time it was not the immature child's voice, but the voice of the dead.

It was the voice of Chao Daicheng who had just died during the day, and the "ah" at the very beginning was Chao Daicheng's last words that everyone heard.

Xie Bingyan was also awakened, and in the night, the two looked at each other with clear eyes.

"Perhaps, we can see Chao Daicheng tonight..."

As soon as Xie Bingyan finished speaking, he heard a strange voice coming from under the bed...