The internet speed at Hu Xiao's house was very fast, and the game was downloaded very quickly.
As a professional UP Master, Hu Xiao's branded desktop at home was not low in specifications. After all, he had to edit videos frequently, and he had some gaming needs.
There was no controller, but the game could be played with a mouse and keyboard.
As a person with a sense of ceremony, Hu Xiao got up and made a cup of tea. He took two sips leisurely before entering the game.
He was not very sure what kind of game it was.
However, from the name, it should be a game filled with Buddhism, right?
Moreover, it was a game with a Chinese theme. From the promotional images provided by the official platform, it seemed to be about reincarnation, rebirth, and salvation?
Hmm, that should be filled with Zen, right?
Since it was a game filled with Zen, shouldn't I calm down and experience it with my heart?
Hu Xiao realized that he actually had a little longing for this game.
After the black screen, a melodious melody appeared.
The melody was melodious, but it also had a unique sorrowful atmosphere. It was all performed with traditional Chinese instruments.
An old woman's voice slowly recited in a hoarse and drawn-out tone.
"Life and death are separated, and the world's reincarnation is bloody;
"Flowers bloom but leaves are hard to see, and the road to the Yellow Springs is hard to pull.
"The road to the river of three roads is long, and the Bridge of Helplessness is full of heartbreak;
"A bowl of tea is the end, and a foot of clear water moistens the shallow pool."
Her voice was melodious and drawn-out, but it made people feel a bone-piercing sorrow, as if a ghost was summoning their souls.
These words sounded like a poem, but also like a ballad, and it made people shudder.
A bright red maple leaf fell into the stream and was washed away by the stream. Then, a bright red bloodstain flowed along the stream and was quickly diluted.
The camera moved up, and a skinny hand slammed into the water with a thud, splashing some waves before it stopped moving.
The camera continued to move up the skinny hand, and what came into view was the corpse's tattered clothes, hideous wounds, and wide eyes.
Although it was already dead, the wide-open eyes still made people shudder.
In those eyes, there seemed to be fear, despair, struggle, and a bit of unwillingness.
The camera continued to move upwards, and a few withered and skinny ankles walked past the camera. It was a wild dog whose fur was completely dry and as thin as a skeleton. Dark red saliva dripped from the corner of its mouth, and its blood-red eyes stared at the camera. After looking at the camera, it left and continued to search for its next target.
It seemed like these people had completely lost their minds and turned into blind killers.
The old and hoarse voice sounded again.
"Humans have three spiritual and seven physical souls."
"Those who have reached the end of their lifespans will be received by the Black and White Impermanence. They will step on the road to the Yellow Springs and head to the netherworld to receive the judgment of Yama."
"Either reincarnate, enter the Six Paths of Samsara, or enter the Infinite Hell."
The corpse by the stream suddenly twitched.
The camera did not linger on it for too long. Instead, it continued to move past the small stream and the wasteland beside the village, stopping at the small village hidden deep in the mountains.
"Until one day, the Black and White Deities no longer receive those who are about to die."
"Their souls wandered the world, but they could not receive them. They could only become wandering wandering ghosts on the road to the Yellow Springs."
"They could neither live nor die."
"Over time, these wandering ghosts became more and more vicious. They lost their humanity and their memories."
"The human world became purgatory."
The camera turned to a few innocent people being slaughtered by villagers with pitchforks and machetes. They wailed in despair.
In a dilapidated temple on the outskirts of the city, a dim golden Buddha light turned into a barrier, blocking the wandering souls that wanted to rush into the temple.
And in the temple, an old monk was sitting cross-legged on a futon, facing the tottering Buddha statue, chanting scriptures over and over again.
Not far away, a scholar ran out of a house that was already on fire. He stumbled as he ran. His hair was disheveled, and he looked like he had gone mad.
He shouted and laughed at the same time, his voice indistinct.
"Reincarnated in the fiery house, drowned in the sea of bitterness."
"Stubborn in the long night, unable to change."
"The spiritual mountain has no path, closed palms become empty."
"The road to the Yellow Springs is long, repent and be saved."
"Repent and be saved? Hahahahaha … "
Amid the scholar's maniacal laughter, the screen gradually turned black.
Then, the laughter came to an abrupt end.
The old voice sounded for the last time. "Wandering ghosts wander the human world; the six paths of reincarnation collapse, the gates of the Underworld open …"
After a long period of black.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
Two muffled sounds rang out, and a beam of light shone through the pitch-black screen.
This was the first-person perspective of the person who was buried.
Soon, the camera turned to the outside of the grave.
This was a desolate mass grave. Broken tombstones were lying crookedly on the ground, or buried in withered grass.
There were many open coffins in the mass grave. These coffins were made of very poor quality thin wood, and they were already broken beyond recognition.
Some of the coffins contained incomplete skeletons, perhaps eaten by hungry beasts, while some of the coffins were empty, with only mud washed in by the rain.
There were also a large number of corpses that were carelessly discarded in the mass grave. Most of them were missing limbs, and some were decapitated.
Two holes were smashed in the extremely thin coffin cover, and a skinny but still muscular hand reached out from the hole, using all its strength to push the coffin cover aside.
A pale-faced dead man sat up from the grave.
…
Hu Xiao looked at the tea in his hand, and then at the rather unfriendly cutscene. He felt that his expectations might have been a little off.
How is this a Buddha-like game?
There's a big problem!
Hu Xiao wanted to give up. After all, this game had just been downloaded, and he could refund it at any time.
However, on second thought, he decided to play it. What if this game was fun?
"Hmm? I can even write an epitaph for myself? "
"What kind of weird segment is this? Let's skip it."
Hu Xiao subconsciously wanted to skip it, but he realized that he could not skip it. He had to enter some information first.
He originally wanted to enter three periods, but he felt that it was a little inappropriate, so he entered two Chinese characters instead.
Hu Xiao thought for a moment, and then casually typed, "Hehe."
He did not think too much, and just chose the first tone that came to mind.
After choosing, the game officially began.
Hu Xiao controlled the game character and charged straight at the monsters in front of him.
Three seconds later …
The game character let out a tragic cry and fell to the ground. The screen turned gray, and two big words appeared on it: "Hehe."
Hu Xiao, "???"
He did not understand what had happened just now.
What happened to the long health bar I had just now?
Why did my HP bar disappear just like that after being touched twice by the mobs?
Is there a bug in this game?
Hu Xiao revived indignantly, climbed up from the mass grave, and charged at the monsters in front of him.
"Hehe."
"Hehe."
"Hehe."
Hu Xiao fell into a daze. After a few minutes, he pushed the keyboard and mouse forward, leaned back in his chair, and fell into deep thought.
What exactly is going on?
Why is my character as fragile as a piece of paper and disappears with a touch?
Could it be that I opened it the wrong way?
Or is there something wrong with the way I'm playing?
Confused, Hu Xiao opened the fake reviewers' group chat, wanting to ask about the others.
However, the others in the group were as confused as Hu Xiao.
"Has anyone finished downloading Repent and be Saved? My computer's configuration is too low, and it keeps lagging. Then, I died. "
"My computer lagged too, and it died mysteriously."
"This game's configuration is really high. My computer can't move it either. It's like a slide show."
"Hehe, my computer can move it. To tell you the truth, you didn't die because your computer lagged … "
"F * ck, what kind of lame game is this? The first monster killed me instantly?"
"How do we continue?"
"I don't know. Anyway, I've already refunded the game. The boss didn't ask for a good or bad review, right? I've decided to give the game a one-star bad review! "
"He doesn't have to give me a one-star bad review, right? Is he really not going to give me a second chance?"
"My laptop can't move this game. I'm going to find an internet cafe later."
"The boss is quite generous. Isn't it irresponsible to give the game a bad review just because of this? After all, he didn't ask us to give the game a bad review. He only asked us to evaluate it based on our first impression. "
"That's right. Our first impression is that this game is terrible."
"But what if it's because of your computer?"
There was even a debate in the group.
Hu Xiao scratched his head, feeling a little dizzy.
This was the first time he saw people discussing something so seriously in the fake reviewers' group chat …
In the past, the group was like a well-trained army. Once someone gave the order, they would like to like a particular comment, forward it, focus on attacking a particular account, or quickly unify their opinions. In short, they would follow orders and react quickly.
However, today, the group chat seemed to have turned into a market. Everyone was expressing their opinions.
A group of people wanted to give the game a bad review after playing it for a while.
On the other hand, some people felt sorry for the generous boss. They felt that they should try harder and not be so irresponsible.
Hu Xiao was a little confused as he watched everyone argue.
What if the fake reviewers start a civil war? I'm waiting online. It's urgent!
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