Chapter 432: The Evil God Festival - Boathouse

Kitahara against Bai Liu's shoulder, controlled his sobs and took two deep breaths, "...... I won't hold you up, you'll rest and have to go to the deer shrine on the mountain to practice dancing."

After saying that, Kitahara knelt on his knees and took two steps back, lowered his head and folded his hands in front of his forehead and slowly bowed down, his tone trembling slightly:

"Bai Liu , if you are really Lord Evil God Successor, if your dance can really be delivered to Lord Evil God, then I implore you, please ask Him to choose Xiao Kui as a sacrifice this time!"

"I can hold out for another two years, but Xiao Kui is really on the verge of not being able to hold out any longer."

Kitahara's tone was a little choked, then quickly raised his hand and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, bowed to Bai Liu, lifted up his hemline and removed the [Notice of Bitter Room Training] that was posted on the inside of the door, closed the door of the Japanese room, and walked away with a mournful back.

Bai Liu retracted to look at the door that Kitahara had closed when he left, and his eyes slowly moved to the chart of the ocean waves directly in front of him.

Horror games, especially Japanese horror games, usually have clues in the decorations of the narrow interiors, especially in the case of the innermost room, where the inner walls don't meet the outer Japanese room.

Bai Liu rises, reaches out and touches the wave-tossed, shrine-style vessel on the wave chart, his fingertips scrutinizing the ship's décor inch by inch, finally stopping at the ship's half-hidden flag of the Reverse Cross.

He fixed his fingertips on this ground Fang Dian for a moment, then removed the painting and identified the point on the wall where the mark had been made earlier.

Bai Liu, with a stoic gaze, curled his fingers against the wall and pressed down hard.

An indentation quickly emerges in the wall, and then the wall where the painting was bound flips over, transforming from a flat wall into a picture-frame-sized, built-in shrine.

Placed in the center of the shrine was an incredibly finely carved mahogany idol.

The idol was a bit old, the mahogany on the knees and shoulders were a bit blackened from being lovingly rubbed, and he was wearing a hunting outfit similar to Bai Liu's, but even more elaborate and exquisite when looked at in detail.

The long, clear hem of the kimono fell to the statue's long, slender ankles, which were casually folded, carved with chains that had been painted with gold dust and then faded, and underneath his feet stepped the rippling surface of the sea.

The statue of the god, head slightly hanging down, sat in a loose posture on the warped eaves of the worship hall, holding an indistinctly engraved book in both hands as if reading it attentively, with a hand-rolled, knotted rope, looking like twine, wrapped around the top of His face at the forehead, and a piece of softly fluttering, white gosho rice paper passed through the rope to cover His face.

Two words were written on the rice paper with a brush - [Wishless].

Further on, there is a rising incense burner inside the shrine, and with the slight breeze in the Japanese room, the gosho rice paper covering the statue and the smoke rising straight up from the burner sway slightly, and a clear and pleasant sandalwood scent spreads out.

Bai Liu's gaze rested on the wood-carved book in the idol's hand, pausing slightly.

The pages of the book were cracked and grainy like they had been roughly torn apart by hand and then glued back together.

Bai Liu's memories include a book that matches the texture of this grain, and that book is called The Long, Skinny Ghost Murder Fact Book.

When Sheta was sunk into the pond, Bai Liu put the book in Sheta's arms, and the book should have floated away with Sheta ......

But now it appears in the hands of this idol, and in relation to the theme of this copy ......

The idol is most likely Sheta. one of the old evil god sacrifices within the game.

Without hesitation, Bai Liu stepped forward and reached out to remove the gosho paper covering the statue.

At the moment when the gosho rice paper on the statue's face was brushed upward by Bai Liu, the picture of the ocean waves that Bai Liu had unloaded and placed on the ground suddenly emitted a loud sound of the waves, and a violent gust of sea wind blew out of it, causing Bai Liu's kimono to move and cover his eyes.

The stormy and undulating waves overflowed from the painting, instantly sweeping Bai Liu, who was standing in front of the shrine, into the painting.

When the wind and rain subsided, the painting placed on the floor was hung on the wall at an unknown time, except for the big ship on the picture of the waves disappeared at an unknown time, everything was restored to its original state, and the sudden appearance of the wind, waves, and torrential rain before dissipated without a trace.

Inside the room is empty, only the wooden plaque [御船 Bai Liu 】 hanging outside the door of the Japanese room on the side of the door and a room with a long sandalwood incense.

[System Alert: Player Bai Liu triggered the main plot of "Old Evil Spirit Sacrifice" collection subplot]

In a violent dizziness that could shake a person to the core, Bai Liu slowly opened his eyes.

In front of him was a darkened cabin, where he could faintly see the outlines of the bunk beds and the people sleeping on them, and in his ears were the sounds of people vomiting from seasickness, and the hysterical breaking down and crying of some children.

"I want to go back!!!"

"I want to stay at the orphanage! I don't want to come here!!!"

"The people who bought us are crazy people who would abuse children! Let us off the boat!!!"

Bai Liu looked to his own hands, compared to the previous become slender and short some, he lowered his head to measure his own body, also don't before short a cut, sleep in this narrow shipboard bed feet can be straight.

As a rough estimate from this point of his height, he should only be sixteen or seventeen years old now.

Bai Liu moved his body and realized that his hands and feet were tightly tied together, bound to the foot of the bed on one side, his body rising and falling violently as the waves tossed and caught the ship, but he couldn't move at all.

A flash of lightning cuts through the night sky, light shines into the cabin, and Bai Liu finally gets a good look at his surroundings.

The cabin's upper, lower, middle and three narrow beds were densely filled with pale-faced children ranging in age from a few years old to seventeen or eighteen years old, who, like him, had their hands bound together and tied to the side of their beds, some cowering and shriveling into a ball and crying in a small voice, some with faces full of numbness and immobility, and some in seasickness and vomiting.

Like the one sleeping behind Bai Liu.

"Vomit--!" The other party had been dry-heaving, coughing and wheezing afterward, they should not have eaten anything, and they hadn't vomited out anything specifically, but by the sound of it the whole person was already weak to the point of dying.

"If you're seasick, it's better to stop thinking about escaping." Bai Liu's voice was light, "If you escape from here, you won't be able to escape from the sea, which requires a boat no matter where you go."

The man behind Bai Liu's back, who was struggling carefully and hard, stopped moving, and after a long interval he said hoarsely, "My name is Cangta, what is yours?"

"Bai Liu." Bai Liu replied.

The other party was a bit surprised: "Are you the Bai Liu they are talking about?"

Bai Liu paused, "You know me?"

"Can't say I know each other." Cangta hesitated, "...... You're the most famous kid we have here, and every one of us has discussed you."

"My business?" Bai Liu trailed off, "Did I do something that you all need to have a good discussion about in this setting?"

Cangta paused, hesitated and spoke again in a whisper, "They say you killed a child named Sheta in the Compassionate Welfare Center and pushed her into the pond, is that true?"

Bai Liu was quiet for a moment, before speaking in a tone that was thoroughly muted, "As one of the protagonists of this story, may I have the honor of learning the origin of this story as it has been circulated?"

"Did you not kill anyone? Are they talking nonsense?" Cangta shrank back and moved closer to Bai Liu's ear, speaking to him very quietly, "The version I heard was this, they said that you were a very eccentric kid when you were at the Love Orphanage, and that you liked to play with all kinds of weird things since you were a kid, and played with a lot of small animals to death."

Bai Liu asked rhetorically, "Such as?"

Cangta begins to reminisce: "Kittens, bunnies, hamsters and such, and they said you'd skin the little animals and clip them to the cutest page in an assortment of fairy tale books, usually the one where everyone gets happy in the fairy tale."

"By the time this group of kids have flipped through the book and are fast forwarding to the last page, these bloody animal pelts are going to fall out and send those kids screaming all over the house in terror, and you'll be beside yourself with a crooked grin at that point."

Bai Liu paused delicately, a certain point on the memory of his mind that had been concealed was touched, and a patch of unfamiliar and familiar memories suddenly surfaced.

It seemed like a long, long time ago, when he was cleaning the library with Sheta, he did have a conversation about playing pranks on the other people in the orphanage like that, but it was eventually stopped by Sheta flat out.

Sheta looked at him then with those silver-blue pupils and asked softly, "You wouldn't do that."

"Why wouldn't I?" Bai Liu asked rhetorically, sweeping his eyes over the side.

Sheta stilled and spoke, "Because I've seen Bai Liu who would do that."

"You're not that Bai Liu."

"There's a Bai Liu other than me in this world?" Bai Liu spared a moment to approach Sheta, "You don't seem to like this Bai Liu very much."

Sheta lowered her eyes, "There are no likes or dislikes."

"He and I are designed to be naturally competitive, and he's born to chase his desires, and will want to frantically draw energy from all the powerful people, things, and even monsters he can see, converting it into money or something else of value."

Bai Liu commented, "It sounds like me in person."

Sheta looked up, "You're different."

"He'll ...... have me, but you won't."

The middle word Sheta said, Bai Liu could only remember the mouth shape, because the ball outside suddenly hit the window, cracking it and covering Sheta's voice.

When Bai Liu asked again afterward, Sheta looked away, said nothing, and stopped answering him.

Cangta continued, "And then you did things that got more and more over the top, when you were particularly concerned about a kid in the orphanage named Sheta, who was also a very strange kid who liked to watch all sorts of scary drawings in silence by himself."

"You'd watch him and follow him around a lot, but Sheta seemed to basically ignore you and never cared about anything you did."

"Once you went around the church to find Sheta, who often reads alone there, and was there that day, and you stood quietly behind Sheta for a long time, and Sheta seemed to be reading a book of some kind of long, skinny ......"

Cangta suddenly jammed, "What did they say, a very long book title ......"

Bai Liu added in a muted tone, "The Long, Skinny Ghost Murder Fact Book."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah! That's the name!" Cangta went on excitedly and smoothly, "They say you killed Sheta that very night, and brought back a blood-stained copy of The Long, Skinny, Ghostly Murder Book, and sat alone on the edge of the bed, humming a little tune, as if you had read the book with great pleasure all night, and frightened the man who lived next to you."

"And then the guy you live with has a gutsy kid and asks if you really killed Sheta."

Cangta gulped nervously as she spoke, "You smiled and looked up at him with blood all over your face and said yes, I killed him."

"The boy broke down and asked, Why did you kill Sheta? He didn't do anything to hurt you!"

"And then you said-" Cangta's voice became shaky, "you said ......"

"-[Because I also wanted to read the book, The Long, Skinny Ghost Murder Fact Book, I stood behind Sheta and waited a long time for him to turn his head and invite me to read the book with him]."

"[Unfortunately he didn't, it was as if he couldn't see me in his eyes standing behind him waiting for him to turn around]."

"You smile regretfully, spread your hands and say - [Then there's nothing for it, I'll just have to kill him and invite his corpse to watch with me in turn]."