Here, things are getting more and more confusing.

Kou Dong looked at the villager. The villagers' movements were normal, and they couldn't see anything wrong at all - just looking at the surface, he was just an ordinary person from head to toe.

Only the photo held tightly in his hand always reminded Kou Dong that he was not just an ordinary person.

Among them, there must be other connections, but he has not yet discovered them.

Kou Dong stood there and thought for a while. Immediately, he whispered to Ye Yanzhi, "I think we have to go to the temple again."

Ye Yanzhi has no objection to this.

"A ghost also died..." Kou Dong said, "I want to see if the lights at the back will change."

He still remembered the oil lamps with the names of the villagers written on them.

It was not easy to escape the eyes and eyes of the villagers, but fortunately, there were some disputes between Nuo noodles and the villagers who came back from the funeral, which caused a lot of trouble. The few people who were guarding the temple during the day couldn't help but look at the place, hesitated for a while, and left temporarily dragging their feet.

Kou Dong took this opportunity to secretly push the door open a crack, and got in without hesitation.

Temples by day are not the same as at night. Now the red cloth on the top has been pulled down, and under the sun, the idol sits on the throne with a majestic face. Behind the layers of banners, there was a curl of white smoke leaking out, obscuring the scene in front of you.

It's just that he is by no means the kind-hearted and kind-hearted eyes of ordinary gods, but there is a cold and impersonal taste in his eyebrows. Kou Dong passed under the eyelids of the god statue, always feeling that the drawn black eyeballs of the god statue rolled down and stared at him firmly.

He ignored it, walked straight back, reached out to the lamp, and counted the number.

One, three, five...

Before he could finish counting, Ye Yanzhi calmly reported the number, "One hundred fifty-seven."

His speed is much faster than Kou Dong.

Kou Dong paused.

"The last time we came, it was one hundred and fifty-eight."

When the ghost is dead, the lights are gone.

Ye Yanzhi didn't speak.

Kou Dong was silent for a while, and gave a guess that made his scalp tingle: "The ghosts hidden in the Nuo face... Are they actually all dead villagers?"

This thought really made me shudder.

Kou Dong doesn't like to associate people and ghosts together. He reached out and turned over the lamps, his heart sank.

The white mist was hazy, and the nose was filled with the scent of sandalwood.

Ye Yanzhi said, "It's time to go out."

Kou Dong nodded and walked around the front door from behind. But before he could get close to the door, he suddenly heard voices—the villagers who had just guarded the temple had already left and returned, stood in front of the door again, and guarded the door.

One of them put his head close to the door and looked inside suspiciously.

"..."

Kou Dong's footsteps stopped abruptly, hiding himself in the darkness of the corner.

"It's over," he whispered, "can't get out..."

He didn't want to bump into these villagers in person. No one can guarantee what these people will do when they catch him trespassing on the temple.

But it will never be anything pleasant.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the look of the idol became happy, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, as if he was smiling.

Kou Dong glared at him angrily, thinking that you are laughing.

a neuropathy.

"It's alright," Ye Yanzhi said calmly, "There are people guarding the temple during the day, so it shouldn't trigger anything. - Unsurprisingly, the trigger condition is at night."

At night, the idols come to life and catch trespassers.

Kou Dong had already lost a paper figurine here, and he was a little hesitant to hear that, "Then let's stay inside?"

Ye Yanzhi affirmed his thoughts, "Stay inside first."

He understands these potential rules better than Kou Dong.

Anyway, being locked inside, Kou Dong simply walked around the entire temple again. Taking advantage of the daylight at this time, he carefully examined the painted walls and pillars of the temple.

The painting is like a feast of immortals. The immortals ride horses to bring up the bull, each showing their magical powers, and heading towards the ethereal heaven. In it, Kou Dong saw a familiar face, Zhong Kui, the land, the god Erlang... They all had the faces painted on the Nuo surface and stepped on the clouds under their feet.

He finally knew where the patterns on the Nuo face came from. It turned out to be the mural that was copied.

Kou Dong watched as he walked. In the innermost part of the temple, there is still the wall. The murals depict the scene of the goddess scattered flowers. The goddess stands on her toes, her posture is beautiful, and she moves like a proud crane.

Kou Dong's footsteps stopped.

He stared suspiciously at the painting in front of him, and then glanced at the others—the theme of this painting seemed a little different.

Halfway through, Ye Yanzhi suddenly leaned down and reached out to touch the wall in front of him.

Kou Dong said, "What?"

The villain put his hand on the painting, then frowned and said, "This wall is uneven."

"...?"

Kou Dong recalled it. He also pressed his hand against the wall, and felt a slight bump under his hand, which was not obvious, but it was not like the stroke of an ordinary brush.

It's more like there's something hidden behind the mural.

Kou Dong turned his head and looked at his cub.

"dismantle?"

Ye Yanzhi nodded.

"dismantle."

Kou Dong began to feel for the edge of the wall. When he touched near the ground, he found the interface.

He used some strength to open the interface a little bit, taking care not to let his hands make too much noise.

With a slight "thorn" sound, the mural was completely torn off by him, and what was behind it suddenly caught Kou Dong's eyes.

"..."

Kou Dong gasped suddenly and took a step back.

Unexpectedly, it was still a painting. In the painting, the auspicious clouds are lingering, the fairy beasts are on the side, and the deity in the center has a clear face, a smile on the corner of his lips, and a flower in one hand, showing the taste of compassion and tranquility from his eyebrows.

In his dark eyes, all beings who bowed down to him were reflected, as if sympathy and pity. Compared with the gods that are enshrined on the stage today, he is more like a real god who cares for the world.

But it wasn't this that really surprised Kou Dong.

He stared at the face on the portrait, and couldn't help reaching out to touch his own face, murmuring, "...Me?"

The god in the painting is clearly Kou Dong himself!

At the same time, his eyes suddenly fainted, and the misty white mist in the temple filled the air, blocking most of his vision.

He heard the voices of the crowd.

"God, please..."

"Please bless your people..."

He heard himself ask politely.

"What do you want?"

Someone in the crowd took a few steps on their knees and kowtowed to him. It was the village chief. He was much older than Kou Dong when he saw him now, and slammed his forehead on the ground again and again.

"Please bless you—"

He finally lifted his bloody head.

"We want eternal life."

...

"Eternal life!"

"Eternal life!!"

Kou Dong was at a loss, and even felt that he was the god who was being prayed for. He was at a loss as he listened to the tsunami-like pleas of the crowd on the throne. After a while, he murmured a word, "No..."

The village chief on the ground changed his face.

"what did you say?"

Kou Dong heard his own voice and replied, "Life and death are normal—"

After saying these words, the villagers who were originally kneeling stopped. They slowly raised their faces, and where was the human face that was lifted up—a piece of green face with fangs, hideous and ugly, it was clearly a ghost face!

"Can't bless our gods," they hissed, "can't bless our gods..."

They rushed towards Kou Dong. Countless hands pushed him and smashed him, as if to push him into hell. Kou Dong was gradually unable to breathe, and all he could see were villagers who had lost their minds, with deep hatred and jealousy written on their faces.

He heard the sound of something shattering, and when he lowered his head, he realized that it was his own feet.

He turned out to be a god.

A voice suddenly sounded in his ear, and someone said to him, "Go!"

As soon as the words fell, a hand suddenly penetrated the white fog and entered the scene, with the palm of his hand reaching out to him. Kou Dong subconsciously felt that this person had no malice towards him.

Without hesitation, he put his hand firmly on it, was held tightly by the man, and pulled Kou Dong out. Kou Dong opened his eyes and met the villain's frowning face. Ye Yanzhi seemed to grit his teeth and said, "Do whatever it takes..."

Kou Dong blinked, his expression still a little dazed, completely unable to understand what happened.

"There is something wrong with Xiang." Ye Yanzhi said briefly, "He dragged you into his dream."

Kou Dong was a little stunned and murmured, "Is that a dream?"

He looked at the mural in front of him. He in the painting is exactly the same as he was just now.

All the people admire, all worship.

Ye Yanzhi held his face with both hands and said beyond doubt: "It's a dream. Even if it's a reality that happened in this world, it's not really you. Don't fall for his tricks."

Saying that, the villain glared at the statue again.

"I've known for a long time that this is not a good thing either."

The idol who was scolded for no reason: "..."

Huge injustice.

After scolding the statue, Ye Yanzhi waited for Kou Dong to recover before asking him, "What did you see?"

Kou Dong described what he saw in the dream to him. After Ye Yanzhi heard this, he was thoughtful.

Kou Dong asked, "What will happen to this god?"

Ye Yanzhi's expression became colder, he looked at Kou Dong hesitantly, and finally told the truth, "I will die."

Kou Dong was surprised.

"How!" he said, "God"

"Gods never die," Ye Yanzhi cut off his words and said lightly, "Do you want to say that?"

The youth nodded.

"That's fake." Ye Yanzhi said, "Since the gods are gods, they are all supported by faith. If one day, he is no longer the belief of the believers, naturally it is useless to ask this god."

He paused for a while, and his expression became ironic again, "Those villagers probably don't know, that's why they are jealous."

Every human being has to go through life and death, but God does not. They worship the god of immortality every day, how can they not be jealous in their hearts?

Therefore, also want to ask the gods to give them immortality and immortality.

But God couldn't do it. So they destroyed the statue, thinking it was just a lesson to God—who knows, they killed God.

The god who really blessed them left, and the one who took over was the evil god in front of him. Since then, the village has become his playground, and people and villagers have to be reduced to pieces on his chessboard.

But there was one more thing Kou Dong couldn't understand.

"In that case," he whispered, "why does he want me to see this?"

Ye Yanzhi couldn't answer this question, so he remained silent.

Kou Dong looked up at the statue and saw a little sadness on his face.

His dark eyes drooped down, as if looking straight at Kou Dong, staring at him for a long time and full of grief.

After the villagers guarding the door left, Kou Dong was finally able to open the temple door and sneak out. Eight o'clock is approaching, and there is not a single Nuo surface on the chair.

Kou Dong sat first. He waited for a while, and saw Erlangshen's figure emerge from the road, and then sat next to him.

"There are few people today." Erlang Shen said lightly, looking to the right, "The others haven't come yet?"

Kou Dong opened his mouth to say yes, but suddenly took a breath. After a few seconds, he smiled slightly behind the mask and replied, "You came early today."

Erlang Shen whispered, "Where are the villagers over there... Alas, they won't let me in without saying anything."

Kou Dong remained silent.

"So there's a quarrel?"

"Did you see it?" Erlang Shen seemed a little embarrassed. "These people are not very good-tempered, so I will go in and sit for a while and they won't want to..."

She began to rant about how rude these villagers were, and Kou Dong's nuo face turned towards her, as if listening intently.

After a while, scattered Nuo came in front of me.

Only nine chairs sat on Nuo noodles today. There are fewer and fewer people, and even Erlang Shen is a little anxious.

Ye Yanzhi said: "This number is correct."

There were eleven more yesterday, one person died in the first round of identifications, and one ghost died in the second round of identifications.

With that said, someone must have gone wrong on the first day.

Kou Dong: "So, it can only be the one in the cemetery."

After all, they didn't personally verify whether the person was really gone. But looking at the movement at that time, was afraid that would be seriously injured if didn't die - but all the Nuo surfaces at the scene were walking as usual, and there was no sign of being injured at all.

Ye Yanzhi stretched out his hand, rubbed the youth's cheek, and slowly spit out his guess, "Could it be that after he died, he did not quit the game, but turned into a ghost?"

Makes sense.

Kou Dong nodded slightly.

With that being said, there is only one way to truly eliminate people or ghosts from this identification game.

That is to lose in the night's nomination.

"We've got to be ready" He narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Let's see how it goes tonight."

That night, it was still the gods who were identified by the host. After being taken advantage of by Kou Dong, Bai Nuo Noodles never came again. It seemed that he planned to block the bug from the source.

Kou Dong still regrets this, it's actually quite interesting to make fun of Bai Nuo noodles.

But the Nuo noodles at the scene obviously couldn't find it interesting.

In the first round of identification draws, No. 4 Yang Ren was nominated, and No. 7 Niu Jing was nominated.

He identified the other party as a human being, and after lifting the mask, No. 7 was indeed a human being.

Under Niu Jing Nuo's face was a middle-aged woman, her face was pale, and tears flowed down silently. But there was no one to help her, and No. 4 walked around her, not showing any guilty conscience, and even revealed joy.

Kou Dong saw the problem at a glance. If someone named someone, obviously it wouldn't be this reaction.

There is only one conclusion, No. 4 Yang Ren is a ghost.

This surprised Kou Dong. He refreshed his understanding in his heart - in the lottery, ghosts may also be drawn.

Ye Yanzhi seemed to see what he was thinking, and whispered: "It seems that ghosts and people are in the same situation, and they have to identify the correct person."

In order to gain people's trust, all ghosts are pretending to be people. Under the premise of the fairness of the game, ghosts obviously do not know who their companions are, and can only identify who is human based on their contacts during the day.

If you accidentally identify a ghost who is too well disguised, he will also be burned to death on the spot.

Kou Dong nodded and continued to watch.

In the second round, the Kitchen God was selected by lottery, and the judge was designated.

The judge stood up, but shivered. Kou Dong stared at him closely, and found that he was always muttering something, as if in disbelief.

On the contrary, Ye Yanzhi looked at the corner of his clothes and said, "He was yesterday's Laughing Monk."

Kou Dong was taken aback and asked, "How do you know?"

He hadn't seen the judge today, and he occasionally bumped into it on the road.

Ye Yanzhi said: "There is something else on his clothes."

After Kou Dong heard it, he looked in his direction. Sure enough, on the back of the judge's robe, there was a small mud mark - as if someone's finger was stained with mud and pressed on it.

Almost at the first sight, Kou Dong remembered the fish spirit identified by the smiling monk yesterday.

He had been lying on the ground for so long, always behind the smiling monk, and he could easily leave a mark on the ecstatic smiling monk at the time.

Ye Yanzhi said softly, "The Nuo face has been changed, but the clothes have not."

The laughing monk revealed his identity when he himself did not know it.

Kou Dong turned his gaze to the standing Kitchen God, thinking of something, and said, "When the Kitchen God identified him...there was no hesitation."

He never hesitated between several Nuo noodles.

If there is no entanglement of strangers, at least they should show some hesitation. But Kou Dong looked at Kitchen God, but felt that there was more pleasure in him - as if he wanted to send the person in front of him to hell immediately.

Ye Yanzhi's voice was a little cold. He said: "There are two explanations. First, today's Kitchen God is a friend of yesterday's Yujing, and Yujing left a mark on Monk Xiao, so that he can be found even if he changes his Nuo noodles, and the Kitchen God wants to be his friend. revenge, so choose to identify him."

Kou Dong: "There shouldn't be any team players."

In the game of guessing identity, group cooperation is obviously not conducive to the fairness of the game.

Ye Yanzhi said calmly, "That's the second type."

He also looked at Kitchen God and said lightly, "He himself is the fish spirit from yesterday."

Kou Dong shivered slightly.

The selected monk laughing walked into the arena and couldn't help but collapsed.

"No, no—" he said in a jumbled manner, "you don't choose me—"

As soon as the voice came out, Kou Dong confirmed it. This is the laughing monk who killed his benefactor yesterday.

He glanced at Erlang Shen next to him, Erlang Shen sat indifferently, as if he didn't notice anything at all.

The Kitchen God opposite did not answer. He just took a step, walked to the smiling monk, and pressed his head firmly.

There was a terrified cry in the laughing monk's voice.

"Don't choose me - not me!"

"It's you."

The Kitchen God said cheerfully, with more strength in his hands, "It's you!"

This voice made the scene slightly restless, and many people heard it, this is the fish spirit.

The fish spirit that was successfully identified yesterday and should have died in the middle of the night.

Why is he back in the game again?

The smiling monk also heard it. His body shook violently, and he raised his head in disbelief.

"No, no..."

Kitchen God, no, it was the dead fish spirit laughing hahaha. He twisted the head of the smiling monk hard and said to the idol, "He is a human! He is a human!"

The idol looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, but did not react.

Yu Jing took off Monk Laughing's Nuo face, and the man behind the Nuo face had a pair of small eyes, which reminded people of a mouse when he turned around. Only this time, he suddenly let out a wailing, tears covering his face.

"Don't kill me," he said tremblingly, "don't kill me..."

No one took pity on him, and the scene where the fish spirit was identified yesterday, he still remembered clearly on the Nuo face.

Kou Dong suddenly turned his head to Erlang God.

"What do you think," he asked, "did you not want the fish spirit to fight back yesterday?"

Erlang God looked at this scene in the field, and there was a little smile in his voice.

"Yeah," she whispered, "that's what makes it interesting."

After the two rounds of identification were completed, the Nuo Noodles dispersed. Monk Laughing and the identified Niu Jing were still sitting on the ground, and no one was lucky enough to escape the disaster.

They all heard the cry last night, and knew that the same bad luck would befall them at night.

Yujing and Yang Ren both stood beside him. They stared at each other, as if waiting for the night.

Kou Dong also stood up from his seat, but he still felt something was wrong in his heart.

He discussed with his cub in a low voice: "Dead people can return to this game again. But how? Judging by the posture of the fish spirit, it seems that he is returning as a ghost."

Ye Yanzhi affirmed his answer, "It must be a ghost."

Otherwise, the fish essence would not have stayed there. It will be a live version of the ghost eating people later. If he is also a person, he may also be in danger.

Kou Dong: "That's not right. - The number of people is wrong."

According to this statement, only one of the twelve chairs should be empty, that is, a ghost that was really burned clean. But now, there are three empty chairs.

They walked slowly along the path, whispering logic as they walked, and suddenly saw a door open in front of them, and the child inside poured a basin of water out, and then got back in again.

Kou Dong said casually, "Whose child is it?"

After speaking, he suddenly felt a chill, remembering something.

When the villagers were buried for the first time, he also saw the children of the deceased. At that time, he only felt that the child was a little familiar.

But when today's incident happened again, thinking of the identification, Kou Dong remembered where he had seen it.

——The boy's eyebrows and eyes are almost identical to the ghost who was identified on the first day...

This thought made Kou Dong stop abruptly.

Ye Yanzhi asked, "What?"

Kou Dong was silent for a while, before saying, "Our thinking may have been wrong from the beginning."

Ye Yanzhi frowned.

"for example?"

"For example," Kou Dong licked his lips, "I always thought that these villagers were looking for someone to die for them. But what if, after the death of the first god, they were already killed by the new god? ?"

Ye Yan was stunned.

"what do you mean"

"So they are all ghosts," Kou Dong whispered, "Do you know hide and seek?"

In hide-and-seek, the selected ghost can only return to his human identity by desperately finding the next person to replace him.

In the same way, the ghosts hidden in the twelve nuo face can only become his villagers if they successfully eat people in the game.

That's why the villagers are so happy when they bury people.

Of course they will be happy.

All that was buried were clothes, and their families, after eating innocent strangers, no longer had to walk around wearing white robes with Nuo noodles every day.

They can be human again.

Kou Dong closed his eyes, strode forward, and suddenly knocked on the door of the person who was doing the funeral for the first time.

A man's voice came from the door.

"Who?"

Kou Dong said nothing.

After the door squeaked open, he clearly saw the face in front of him—it was the first day that he ate the player's face in front of them.

It was Qin Tong on the first day.

The author has something to say:

Let's look at the logic again:

The villagers wanted to live forever and accidentally killed Kou Dong - NPC avenged Kou Dong and turned everyone into a ghost - ghosts can only become villagers again if they successfully eat people in the game, but they are no longer human.