I Became a God in a Horror Game

The next day.

Bailiu and his party were taken to the houseboat for testing, and Xiaokui was left at Beiyuan's home.

The houseboat received Shiryu and they were still Mifune.

After a few months, the man became gloomy and aging again. He shrank his head, wrinkles on his face piled up like tangerine peels. Looking at Bai Liu, their eyes looked like some kind of deep-sea fish, revealing a muddy hunting scent.

Standing next to the white willow, the offering was neat and tidy, and the clothes were very valuable when looking at the fabric, and the attendants were different.

Except for being picked by the big family like Cangtai, the houseboat attendants are all unkempt and skinny, with a strong foul smell of birds exuding on their bodies, and their eyes bowed hollowly and followed behind the sacrifices, like walking corpses.

"Come here." Mifune beckoned, with a gloomy tone, "I hope your pain will satisfy us before God is satisfied."

Bailiu cast his eyes down and followed Mifune, and after turning a few turns, he entered a spacious dark and indoor room.

On the ground in the center of the room are two hollowed out floor tiles. Rocks and ornaments emerge from the ground. At the top is a small and delicate balance. On the rocky bench, there is a red wooden plate on the wooden plate. About a dozen gilt translucent silk threads.

Bai Liu glanced at the thread and found that the thread was about the same size and material as the thread tied to Sheta's body.

All the sacrifices and attendants stood in several rows in front of this rock, with their heads down.

"This is the instrument used to test whether your pain is up to the standard for the past six months, jackal scales and pain threads." Mifune stood beside the balance with his back hand, and slightly raised his chin to look at everyone. "These threads are all successful sacrifices before. The masters are painful and condensed. With the permission of the supreme **** in the dream, we carefully strip these threads from the body of the evil **** in the shrine to test the degree of your pain."

"You put your right hand on the balance side, and we put the painful thread on the other side."

"Jackal scales can detect the pain in your heart. If the pain in your heart is heavier than the thread, the balance will fall on your side. Of course, if your pain is lighter than the thread of pain, the balance will fall to the other side."

"According to our previous experience, if the pain level can be as heavy as a silk thread sacrifice, it is qualified to offer sacrifices."

Mifune squinted at all the sacrifices, "There is no order in the inspection, who will come first."

There was obvious anxiety on the faces of the sacrifices, and there was a slight commotion below. Some sacrifices took a deep breath and raised their hands, and said tremblingly, "I'm coming."

Mifune waved his hand, and a servant next to him bowed and moved the balance to the bottom of the rock. He carefully clamped the sterling silver tweezers with his silk-gloved hands, clamped a painful thread with his right hand, and supported the lower end of his right hand with his left hand. To the left end of the balance.

The balance fell to the left in an instant, and the bottom of the plate hit the base with a crisp sound.

Cang Tai looked stunned, and leaned close to Bai Liu's ear and whispered, "This silk thread looks so heavy."

The sacrifice looked at the silk thread, as if he felt that he could easily press the balance to his side, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then he shook his right hand and placed it on the right pan of the balance.

The balance didn't move.

The face of this sacrifice turned white in an instant.

It can be clearly seen that he began to work hard to put his hand on the plate and press down hard, but even if the sacrifice was so hard that his face was red, the balance pointer did not turn at all, as if the right plate was not placed at all. Anything like that.

Mifune frowned and glared, "There is no pain in a heavy object, waste."

When he said that, he kicked over, and the sacrifice was kicked and hit twice and hit the ground. Mifune turned his head and looked at the servant without looking at all. "Serve him as a servant and ask him to be inspected by the servant." "

The servant knelt down and bowed his head, "Okay, Mifune-sama."

Soon the sacrificial attendant was brought up. The attendant was almost tortured until he became a little dull. He couldn't respond to the voices of people, but was held by the servant and placed his hand on the right pan of the balance.

When his hand was placed on the balance, the balance pointer swayed slightly and deflected two squares to the right.

Mifune's expression stretched in an instant, "Yes, two frames, two-fifths of a silk thread is painful."

He looked at the dull face and dirty attendant, and nodded in satisfaction, "From today on, you will be the Lord Sacrifice."

"You serve the sacrifice and become your servant."

When the sacrifice was kicked aside, the last bit of blood on his face faded when he heard Mifune’s words. He jumped over and hugged Mifune’s thigh, crying in disintegration, and wanted to put his hand on the balance again. "Mifune-sama, please Let me try again Mifune-sama"

Mifune turned a blind eye "Take him to the cage and lock him up with his pet."

The servant lowered his head "Yes."

The two servants dragged down the crying offering.

Not long after a servant came back, a servant knelt down and reported to Mifune, "Not long after we put him in the cage, he suddenly choked his kitten to death with a mad cry, and then kowtowed us to do it to him again. One test, Mifune-sama, do you need to test him again?"

Mifune shook his head indifferently "to make him suffer for a while."

"Next offering."

The sacrifices were all frightened by this cruel beginning. They went up to check that the sacrifices were paler than they were. They barely passed the test and came down for the rest of their lives, and then became confused. When Mrs. Cang heard several sacrifices, they were talking to herself. How can I make myself more painful?

Dozens of sacrifices were tested, and when no sacrifice was placed on the balance, the balance deflected beyond the grid.

Mifune's face became more and more unsightly, and his eyes on the sacrifices became increasingly unkind. "There is not even a painful sacrifice that can be reached. It seems that we are too good to you."

The sacrifices trembled in fear, and none of them dared to look up at Mifune's face.

It wasn't until the insane sacrifice from the Kitahara family went up that the situation turned around.

The mad sacrifice put his hand on the balance for an instant under the guidance of his attendant, and the balance pointer all turned around with a "pop", hitting the last square on the right.

Mifune moved his eyes and looked at the sacrifice "Whose sacrifice is this?"

The servant replied respectfully, "It's the Kitahara family."

Mifune's eyes darkened for a moment, he sneered, and said with a rather yin and yang, "The Beiyuan family has always had a hand in torture offerings."

"Put the silk thread again, I want to see, the Beiyuan family has produced a lot of pain sacrifices in the past six months."

The servant stepped forward and used tweezers to add another silk thread to the left pan of the balance.

The balance pointer swayed, and it was two squares to the left, and it was still in the middle of the square. "

"It's heavier than two." Mifune's face was so dark that it almost dripped water, "plus more."

The servant added another one.

The balance pointer was shifted to the second grid on the right, and the servant looked up at Mifune, with a look of surprise on his face, "My lord, this sacrifice has two and two-fifths of pain, and it can be used at the summer festival.

Mifune gave a dark voice, and turned his head to look at the other offerings, "What about another offering from the Kitahara family."

The servant took off the two silk threads and looked at the white willow standing in the last row, "It seems to be that one."

Mifune raised his chin, "You come up."

Cang Tai swallowed nervously. He watched Bai Liu calmly get up before him, curled his pale complexion, slender knuckles, and placed them on the right pan of the balance.

Only one silk thread was placed on the balance and the balance was spinning instantaneously. After the pointer hit the last square on the right, it didn't stop, and it hit the bottom of the dial, making a tight and crisp sound.

Just now, my face was flushed at the multi-sacrifice, and I tried to press it out of milk-feeding energy, and pressed the balance without moving. At this moment, Bai Liu lightly put his hand on it, as if he could not bear it, the balance wire and the horizontal frame were shaking.

Mifune suddenly turned his head to look at the white willow with an ordinary look, and ordered to "add the line."

The servant responded quickly, and then carefully added wires to the left plate of the balance one by one.

One, two and ten.

Adding to the eleventh, when the balance pointer is still at the bottom right, everyone's expression in the room has changed.

The sacrifices looked blankly at the white willow sitting on the right end of the balance, and the servants' hands began to tremble while still adding the thread. Mifune stared at the sacrifice that seemed to have no special, and Cang was too sluggish and surprised to watch the left plate gradually. Stack the silk thread.

"Seventeen." The servant looked at Bailiu incredulously, and then at Mifune, "Master Mifune, bring it here and run out of silk thread."

Mifune didn't look away from Shiryuu's body at all. He waved his hand, "Go to Mifune's warehouse to get it."

His eyes are gloomy.

The servant bowed his head and knelt "Yes"

Ten minutes later, the small step running servants respectively carried a dozen seemingly heavy boxes into the house, and then put the boxes in order and lined them up.

There are only a few threads in these heavy wooden boxes, and a dozen of them are not too small.

Mifune waved his hand, "Add it together."

The servants put the silk thread in the box in batches, but the high mountain-like silk thread was piled up on the left hand plate of the big balance.

When it was added to the last one of the last box, the balance was pressed to the bending frame as if overwhelmed, and it creaked. Mifune finally raised his hand and called to stop.

The servant shook his hands and pulled out a small, well-folded white towel from his neckline and wiped the sweat on his forehead. Their gazes were still struck from the balance to the bottom pointer on the right, and they moved slowly until they looked calm enough that nothing could be seen on Bai Liu’s face. The expression in his eyes slowly revealed an uncontrollable fear.

These are almost all the threads they have removed from the body of the evil god.

When a person’s suffering is the same as God’s endurance, and he has not gone mad

This person must, must do terrible things

A morbid excitement appeared on Mifune’s face. He stepped forward to lift the white willow face with a fan, and looked at him carefully as if looking at a valuable antique treasure. While looking at it, he asked hoarsely, "You call what name."

Bai Liu looked at Mifune "Kitahara Bailiu."

Mifune sneered when he heard the surname, "Kitahara is not a good surname."

He leaned down and stared at Bailiu. There was a certain greed and desire in his eyes.

"You are such a painful sacrifice, I think you are more suitable to be called Mifune."

”Tart”bnk”

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