The old woman calls herself "Popo Su". She is the oldest old man in Su's village and can be regarded as highly respected.
While leading the player into the courtyard, she gave a general overview of the village.
Su's village has no village chief or other village officials. All affairs are handled by Su Po and her grandson Ah Xi, and all tourists are contacted by their family. This old woman, who looked like she might fall apart at any moment, was like the head of a village.
After listening to Su Po's introduction, Yang Yundong frowned and asked the question that Qisi had asked before: "Where are the other people in your village?"
Su Po replied with a smile: "They are all resting during the day. When the sun goes down, they climb out to work."
This expression sounded strange, so Zhang Licai muttered in a low voice: "Oh, let me go, everyone else in the village is not a ghost, right?"
No one paid any attention to him.
Zhu Ling looked at Su Po, who was no different from a living person, and suddenly a full smile appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Su Po, your grandson is so cute, but he is a little too thin. The boy needs to eat more meat."
Intentionally or unintentionally, she brought the topic to "meat", which is what the players care about most.
Su Po's face fell suddenly, and her tone was unkind: "You can't eat meat. If you continue to eat meat, something will happen."
These words pointed directly at the key to the dungeon, and several players couldn't help asking past Zhu Ling.
"What will happen if you eat meat again? Why will it happen?"
"Your grandson said that something happened in your village and no one came to visit for a long time. What happened?"
"Why do you need someone to take care of the ancestral hall? Is there anything special about it?"
A bunch of questions were thrown down at once, and it was very lively.
Su Po said coldly: "This is a matter in our village and has nothing to do with outsiders like you. You just need to stay here for five days and leave."
Seeing that the NPC was obviously angry, Zhu Ling quickly made up for it with a smile and said, "We were the ones who were rude, so please don't mind. If you don't want to say it, we won't ask. Do you think that's okay?"
"Little girl, you are still sensible." A dark smile appeared on Su Po's toothless mouth, and her face was wrinkled like a chrysanthemum.
She turned around slightly sluggishly and waddled ahead.
Qiss followed, rubbing his chin, thoughtfully.
From what the boy said, part of the world view in this copy was to be obtained from Su Po, but it was obvious that Su Po did not intend to tell the truth at the moment.
——How can we pry her mouth open?
The eleven players followed Su Po silently, and soon they were all standing in the courtyard.
The house in front of me didn't have many furnishings. A well in the corner of the yard was sealed for some reason, and its edges were broken and had been abandoned for a long time.
A huge round table was placed in the middle of the courtyard. Although the food had not yet been served, it certainly added a touch of humanity to this lonely house.
The firewood shed on the west side is piled with twisted firewood, and tools such as hatchets and hoes are placed sideways next to it.
To the north is the main house, with bright upside-down blessing characters on the door. However, because the gray background is too heavy, this bright red color does not add much to the festive feeling, but seems inconsistent.
To the east is a row of side rooms divided into small compartments. The tiles are scattered, the doors are closed, and they are covered with tattered yellow talismans, which makes people think of being haunted for no reason.
Zhu Ling pointed to the talismans on the door and introduced in a low voice: "These are the most common talismans used to drive away ghosts and seek peace, but they have lost their effect. They should be clues."
Zhou Yilin sniffed and analyzed in a low voice: "I guess before the villagers turned into ghosts, the village was...haunted."
Yang Yundong said: "It may be that these villagers have ghosts in their hearts. If you don't do bad things, you won't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door."
"Comrade, I have seen this kind of talisman. After a big disaster kills someone, every household will put it on it to bring bad luck." An old man interjected with an accent.
His name is "Zhu Dafu". He wears a white washed blue shirt and has white hair. He looks like an honest and responsible old farmer.
Seeing that all the players were looking over, he unnaturally touched his equally rough arm with his rough hands, and said with some embarrassment: "My family also had a yard like this before. There were several families living in a big yard, and it didn't matter. Do you know if there are any empty houses here and whether they are enough for us to live in?"
When Su Po heard this, she grinned and said, "There are six rooms in total, and all the people have died, so they are all empty."
She pointed at the houses and counted them one by one: "This house used to be occupied by a mother named Shitou. She grabbed a handful of wheat and hid it in her pants. She was found out by the commune and beaten to death."
"The family of six who lived in that room boiled grass roots and elm bark and ate them. They couldn't poop out after eating them, and their stomachs were bloated like rubber balls. They all died."
"In the innermost room, the old man had bad legs and couldn't get out of bed. When he was found dead, he was so hungry that only a layer of skin was left..."
According to Su Po, people had died in each room, and the death methods were different, but without exception they were very miserable.
The faces of the players are not pretty.
In reality, hearing about the suffering of others might be a novelty to talk about and shed a few tears to express sympathy; but in the dungeon, they truly know that the dead can really turn into ghosts and seek their lives. .
Zhang Lizai had a pale face and whispered: "Do we have to live here? Can we change places?"
When Su Po heard what he said, she sneered and said, "There are only these six vacant rooms in our village. Each room can accommodate up to two people. We are acquaintances who came together. Let's discuss it among ourselves."
It seems that there is no need to discuss.
A short-haired woman with a green dragon tattooed on her shoulder walked up to Zhou Yilin in a few steps, pressed her shoulder and said involuntarily: "Little sister, I share a room with you."
Among the eleven people, there are three women and eight men. According to the traditional classification of men and women, there is a high probability that one woman will be alone.
The tattooed woman undoubtedly doesn’t want to be the one left alone. Zhou Yilin is weak, at least it counts as a head, so it would be good to be the scapegoat if something goes wrong.
Zhou Yilin was startled, and just as she was about to say something, she heard Zhu Ling say from the side: "I suggest that an experienced player who enters the dungeon for the third time bring a newcomer, so that if any special situation is triggered, he can respond in time."
The tattooed woman was not to be outdone: "So what if I have cleared the level many times? Who knows if I hugged my thigh and got through..."
Qisi listened to the noisy players, the veins on his forehead twitched slightly, and he just felt irritable.
He silently took a few steps towards the edge. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he simply walked towards Su Po who was standing aside.
The extremely old woman was stretching out her swollen fingers and playing the game of "lifting Niuniu" with the skeletal Ah Xi. When she saw Qisi approaching, she stopped and looked at the person coming up and down.
Qisi met her gaze, looked hesitant, and said thoughtfully: "Su Po, you should know that we tourists came all the way from all over the country after hearing the legend of 'sacred meat'."
He paused, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "It's just that this legend has been passed around, and it's getting more and more confusing... Judging from your age, you should have been here since then. Can you tell me about this magical meat?" 'What's going on?"
"'Divine Meat', at that time, we all dreamed of gods..."
Su Po began to tell, with a look of recollection on her face. Under her wrinkled eyelids, her cloudy eyes slowly turned, as if she could see the distance through Qisi's shoulder, and then see the bizarre and tortuous years in the past.
"We were hungry at that time and had nothing to eat. We were so hungry that we couldn't sleep at night. But that night, we all fell asleep and had the same dream. We dreamed of a god whose face we couldn't see clearly and spoke to us. His body has fallen into our village, and as long as we agree to offer it to him, we can eat his flesh.”
"The next morning we woke up at the same time and went to see the place the god told us. The god was so beautiful. He didn't breathe or move, as if he was asleep. We knew that was the body of the god. , but even if the gods take pity on us and allow us to eat his flesh, we wouldn’t dare..."
"We just put him there, but he started to smell like meat. Have we ever smelled such a good smell in our lives?"
As Su Po spoke, she swallowed and made a sticky sound that was almost like purring. She licked her lips, her eyes filled with greed, as if she was reminiscing about the delicacies she had tasted back then.
Qisi always felt that Su Po's eyes began to linger on him intentionally or unintentionally, conveying the message that he wanted to take a bite and taste it. This feeling made him very uncomfortable.
He turned sideways, averted Su Po's gaze, and asked, "Then what?"
"Then, then our old village chief took the lead to cut a piece of meat and cooked it for us to eat. The meat was so delicious, it was fairy meat..." Su Po laughed and spoke slowly. Go down, "Not long after, we found that the place where the flesh was cut off from the immortal's body had grown back again, and it was impossible to tell that it had been cut. No wonder the immortal was willing to give us his flesh, but he couldn't bear it no matter how much we ate it. A little bit of damage.”
"All of us survived, and when there was a harvest, we stopped eating the flesh of the gods. We built a temple and enshrined him in it. But we were poor, and the gods told us in our dreams that we could give him food. Outsiders also come to our village, eat His flesh, and pay us..."
Qisi listened to Su Po's story and asked abruptly: "Where is your old village chief?"
He remembered that Su Po had said before that there was no village chief in Su's village. However, the character of "old village chief" appears in the narrative, which is obviously problematic.
Su Po said: "The village chief, he left with the gods and became a god."
Qisi thought about it and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What exactly is going on? Can you tell me?"
"Being a god means being a god, what's going on?" Su Po muttered, with obvious impatience in her tone.
I can't ask any more questions.
Qisi knew what he needed to know, so he said goodbye with a smile and retreated into the crowd.
At this time, the players had already assigned rooms. The tattooed girl lost the fight with Zhu Ling and could only shout, "How can there be so much elegance in weird games?" and pulled a skinny stick. Men team up.
Qisi, who was absent for a short time, naturally became the lone one and was assigned to the room closest to the main house.
He didn't care about this, or in other words, after entering the dungeon, he intentionally marginalized himself, just expecting such a result.
In years of famine, people eat each other. Although he is not sure whether this dungeon will involve this aspect, Qiss still feels that it is safer to be alone with his own strength.
——He can't be shy and ask to share a room with Zhou Yilin, right?
The others said nothing, but Zhu Ling came over with a worried look on her face: "Chang Xu, if you encounter any danger, just shout out. I live next door to you, and I will definitely arrive in time if I hear it."
She acted worried, as if she really cared about her unexpected companion.
Qisi didn't bother to tell whether she was sincere or fake, so he just smiled politely and said thank you.
Zhu Ling noticed his self-isolating attitude and raised her eyebrows regretfully, but she didn't pay too much attention. She turned back to Zhou Yilin and warned her carefully.
Su Po did not distribute the keys, and the door to the wing was naturally unlocked, just ajar.
Qisi opened the door and saw a wooden bed about one and a half meters wide. It was covered with a particularly rustic printed bedding. Unfortunately, it was badly faded. From a distance, it was mottled with a few gray stains, as if it was stained with dirt. thing.
Next to the bed is a rectangular wooden table, with a few scuffs scattered around the edges, probably from bumps. There is a crudely made travel brochure on the table. It is clearly a piece of cardboard folded in half with a few lines written on it.
The dust on the table was too thick, and Qiss didn't want to get started directly.
He walked over and glanced at the open travel brochure.
On the title page, there was an unclear poem written:
[There is no food in the barn, how can we comfort our hungry stomachs? 】
【Everyone for hundreds of miles eats soil, and pierces his belly with wood and rocks and dies. 】
