Except for Ji Heng and Suer, the other players retreated dozens of meters from a safe distance before the last shovel was put down, for fear that they would not be able to escape in case of an emergency.
At this moment, Suer and the Holy Infant were staring at each other in confusion.
"Successful?" Li Zicang couldn't believe it.
He really didn't hold out much hope.
Ghosts have a unique way of identifying humans, and players generally believe that it is by sensing magnetic fields. So when Soul analyzed ghosts as if they were humans, they were unwilling to invest in any backup plan.
Wanyi raised his eyebrows: "If you think about it carefully, it's not impossible."
The Holy Child was unique. First, it was buried underground, and second, it was uneducated. Even more unique was Su Er. He dared to dream, and with Ji Heng's support, he was able to put it into practice.
Everyone wanted to observe it closely, but there was no movement, and they were afraid that the Holy Infant would attack at the next moment.
Just as they chose to wait and see, Ji Heng picked up the Holy Infant with one hand and walked towards them.
Trillion was closer, swallowed hard, and didn't retreat. He whispered, "How long can this potion last?"
Yizhu: "Don't worry, a little bit will last for two days, not to mention I sprayed a few more times per person."
Trillion: "If those little kids take a bath…"
Disdaining his chatter, Yizhu said impatiently, "If it falls off so easily, just call it perfume. It's not worthy of being called a prop."
Wanyi rubbed his nose in frustration, even though he had been very nice to Sur.
As if knowing what he was thinking, Yizhu sneered, "You are young."
She just likes small ones.
"…"
After being retorted for a few words, Ji Heng came over with the Holy Child in one arm.
Wanyi held his breath and looked. The baby was wrapped in white cloth, with only a pair of red eyes exposed. At this moment, those agate-like eyes were staring straight at him.
So many giant babies.
The Holy Infant was full of doubts. There were not many children in the village, so why did the number suddenly increase?
Newly born, from outside?
There were too many unanswered questions, so I eventually gave up thinking.
Suer followed Ji Heng, watching the mirror's movements. As the Holy Child pondered, his heart began to beat. It beat wildly for a while, then calmed down just as it nearly reached his throat. A line of small words gradually appeared: [The election for Chief of Guards is about to begin. Self-destruction or destruction of the town? That is the question.]
The second round of self-answers emerges.
Suer's eyes were deep. The Sage Qinglian was not lying. The benefits of exploring here were huge.
Based on the information from the previous two times alone, one can infer that it is a dead end, but unfortunately it is useless for him.
I stuck my head out to look at Ji Heng's, which was rare and concise compared to before:
[Is this world still necessary to exist?]
Su Er was silent for a long time after seeing this. At first, he excitedly pulled the other person's hand, saying "It turns out you are not a good person either", which was mostly a joke. Now it seems that he was right.
Li Zicang was in tears. His suggestion was a complaint about the shortage of resources and the lack of food to eat. He almost said that the end of the world was coming.
Each player gained something, suppressed the waves in their hearts, and focused on the present.
The Holy Infant closed his eyes again. Ji Heng paused, turned slightly, and glanced behind him. Wanyi filled the hole and tied the black dog back up, making sure no clues could be seen.
Everyone returned to the yard in silence.
They temporarily placed the Holy Infant in the house and now gathered in the yard. For a moment, no one knew what to say.
"Are we...safe?" Su Tangyi broke the silence after a while, and without waiting for an answer, she began to deny herself: "We're still not safe enough."
The Holy Child can provide protection, but if it is a little weaker than the gods, it may not be able to protect so many people.
At last he sighed, "It's a pity that this Holy Child has no brothers or sisters."
Hearing her regretful murmur, Su Er suddenly felt that he was quite normal compared to his peers. Then he said, "Why don't we go find its mother?"
"…"
Mentally shocked, Su Tangyi subconsciously looked at Ji Heng...wouldn't you like to persuade him?
"There's no better way right now," Ji Heng said calmly, "There's only one day left. We can't just stay indoors and wait for God to descend."
That seems to be the case.
After calming her heartbeat, Su Tangyi concentrated and said, "It's not certain that the Holy Child's mother can become a ghost after death. Moreover, she was afraid of the gods and died of fright during childbirth. Even if she still exists, she can't play a big role."
Su Er paused for a moment and said, "Then go find its father."
Su Tangyi was speechless, and after a moment she said, "You win."
Regardless of whether or not everyone agrees with this method, there is one thing that Ji Heng just said that resonated with everyone: they had to do something on the last day. Staying in the house would give them the illusion of waiting to die.
They were nervous, and so were the villagers. They waited at the village entrance as soon as dawn broke. The sacrificial ceremony was about to begin, and they were afraid that something might go wrong at the last moment.
The player caught the village chief's attention and claimed to be looking for someone to help peel melon seeds. When the village chief came in, some of them were lying on the stone table, some were dozing on the reclining chairs, and some were sitting in the trees to enjoy the breeze... At first glance, they looked like they were living the life of local tyrants.
Peeling melon seeds.
The village chief's eyelids twitched. Why didn't he find two beautiful girls to fan the flames? Then he thought, at this critical juncture, it would be a good thing to have someone watching over him.
Just as he was about to agree, Li Zicang said with a shrewd look on his face, "She must have a thin waist and a pointed face, and she must not be over 18 years old."
The village chief's mouth twitched: "There are no girls like that in the village."
Li Zicang laughed heartily: "A middle-aged woman who still has charm is also fine."
When the village chief's face darkened even more, Su Er said at the right moment: "I quite like that kid from yesterday."
Li Zicang choked: "Kid..."
The village chief interrupted, "That kid is talking about you guys, I'll call him over right away."
There was no room for regret at all, so go and call for help immediately.
Li Zicang raised an eyebrow at Su Er: "It's done."
A quarter of an hour later, the child was forced to go to the temple. On the way, the village chief gave him a lot of instructions and even stuffed a whistle in his hand. He was told to supervise and blow the whistle immediately if any of the gods' messengers tried to escape.
The smooth-living brat, faced with a social education about sex, was like a paper tiger with its skin punctured, completely cowering. When faced with the messenger again, he behaved quite submissively, fearing that the craziest one would light a torch and drag him down with him if they disagreed.
Su Er went straight to the point: "Tell me the story of the Holy Child's parents."
The story the child told was not much different from the one on the mural at the well, but with an ending: "Her fear of death brought disaster upon herself. The enraged villagers then stuffed her body into a tree hole in a kneeling position, to forever repent to the gods."
Su Er frowned: "Why is it a tree hole?"
Child: "It is said that trees are the incarnation of gods in the desert. A long time ago, the village carried out tree punishment. Those who committed serious crimes were stuffed into the tree hole while still alive to reduce their sins."
After hearing this, Sur sighed softly. No race could surpass humans in the ability to torture people and weave stories.
"Where is that tree now?"
The child pointed to the side, and several eyes focused on the ancient tree in the yard.
"God's messengers are also criminals, so the messengers over the years have been arranged to live here."
Thinking about the sour fruits he picked yesterday and ate until there was nothing left, Li Zicang retched a few times and walked under the big tree with strength.
I reached out and knocked on the tree trunk a few times, but it wasn't a wall, so there was no echo.
At this time, Ji Heng came over, took out a dagger and slashed it hard, and a piece of bark in the middle split directly. Everyone then realized that the outer layer of bark was glued on, and the inside was sealed with cement.
The nausea grew stronger, and Li Zicang asked in surprise, "How can this tree still be alive with such a big hole?"
Suhr explained seriously: "The ducts and sieve tubes can supply water and nutrients."
Li Zicang: "...Excellent."
The child was startled by their audacity and jumped up to try to stop them. Yizhu had little patience for naughty children and knocked them unconscious with a knife.
The cement seal wasn't too thick, and when it was forcibly broken open, a rotten smell emanated. Ji Heng frowned and stood in a direction against the wind.
As soon as he stepped aside, everything in the tree hole appeared before everyone's eyes.
The few bugs that crawled out were simply ignored, and the head embedded inside was very conspicuous.
Li Zicang didn't know whether he felt regret or relief: "He's dead."
Su Er stared at the bones for a few seconds and spoke slowly, "To dare to stand up to God in order to survive, does such a person really want to return to dust?"
The rustling of leaves and the clear sound overlapped together, and no third sound could be heard between heaven and earth.
The head slowly turned around. Its eyeballs had long since rotted away, leaving two pitch-black holes facing Sur.
Li Zicang seemed to sense something, and when he looked up his head his heart skipped a beat in fright.
Su Er, however, walked towards the bones step by step. As they passed each other, Li Zicang whispered, "What if these bones connect to the Holy Child and expose our deception?"
Wan Yi, standing beside him, was the first to deny his doubts: "The Holy Infant probably won't even call me mother."
To put it bluntly, you can't understand what I'm saying.
At this moment, Su Er was already standing beside the bones and respectfully called out "Hello."
Bai Gu's arm stretched out from the tree hole. Sur was prepared and stepped behind Ji Heng. Ji Heng used a dagger to pin the hand that was about to pierce Bai Gu's fragile neck, but this did not have much impact on Bai Gu.
It just hasn't been used for too long and is a little stiff.
After exchanging a glance with Ji Heng, Su Er nodded slightly. Ji Heng then said to the others, "Go inside. Don't eavesdrop or peek."
His words are quite intimidating.
Everyone has secrets they don't want to reveal, and no matter how curious they are, they don't want to cause trouble. The player quickly retreated back into the house and closed the doors and windows.
Sur then used an electric shock device to transfer some Yin energy to Bai Gu.
nice one!
Bai Gu had completely decided to kill someone and steal the treasure. Before that, Su Er took the initiative to throw it to him. As expected, Bai Gu was burned and had to throw it back as a hot potato.
Soul picked up the electric shock device and sighed, "Why are all ghosts so naive in this regard?"
I can't remember how many times people have tried to steal something for their own use. In fact, no matter how stupid a person is, they won't use something that anyone can use as bait to fish.
"In one day, God will come." The bones finally opened their mouths, and the voice was that of a pretty girl.
This was the second talking skeleton Suer had ever seen. If this skeleton had not been married and had children, he would have wanted to introduce it to Zhou Linjun.
After calming himself down, he pointed at the electric shock device and said simply: "Yin Qi in exchange for protection."
Bones shook his head: "It's too dangerous."
Su Er did not give up and continued to ask tentatively: "Where is your lover? I will dig him out too."
"He aged naturally. He was cowardly by nature and could not become a ghost after death."
Su Er said embarrassedly: "You must have some relatives. I think your family's bloodline carries the rebellious spirit of "my fate is my own, not God's."
So annoying.
He glanced at the electric shock device and decided to continue the conversation. Bai Gu said darkly, "My great-grandmother has become a ghost and hangs around the opposite hill all day long."
Su Er asked hurriedly, "If I use Yin Qi as a reward, can you convince the old man to bring in a few ghost friends?"
She had seen many corpses of people who were afraid of death, and she herself was one of them. However, it was rare to find someone with such a strong desire to survive.
"Don't waste your time," the bones said, speaking the cold reality: "Even if all the ghosts here were to gather their strength, they still couldn't shake the gods."
Sur frowned. He never regarded the gods the villagers talked about as real gods. After all, gods might be indifferent to the life and death of human beings, but it is impossible for them to extend an olive branch and then reap the benefits.
Therefore, it is inevitable to underestimate the opponent's strength.
Seeing him thinking hard, Bai Gu pointed out a clear path: "With that child protecting you, you have a 50% chance of survival."
half.
As a hapless person who never gambled on odds, Su Er changed his words and said, "There's no need to shake the gods' position, just balance them." He gestured and said, "Then let the ghosts on the hilltop form a formation... like the Eighteen Arhats, and we, the gods' messengers, hide in the innermost."
Use various props at critical moments.
"…"
Bai Gu imagined the scene: many evil spirits were acting as door gods to confront the gods, while mortals used the Holy Infant as the last line of defense, curled up in the center with their heads in their hands, not moving.
That scene, that contrast, even God would be shocked by this unprecedented sand sculpture operation!