When Zhao Feng found Ah Xi and handed him the meat that was still stained with blood, the latter showed his teeth as fine as a shark and smiled "hehe".
He tilted his head and said crisply in a childish voice: "Thank you, brother. Let me tell you a story."
When Zhao Feng heard this, his eyes lit up and he couldn't hide his joy.
No wonder this ghost kid can't be killed. It turns out to be an NPC who provided clues.
The pre-prompt reminder is that the truth is contained in the villagers' words, and as long as you tell the truth, you can resist the harm of the villagers. In other words, verbal clues are life-saving charms at critical moments.
Exchanging a piece of flesh for a life-saving charm is neither a profit nor a loss.
Qisi stood aside silently, the corners of his mouth curved in an arc.
Well, if Zhao Feng exchanges a piece of meat for a clue, not only will he not lose money, he will also make a lot of money.
Ah Xi cleared her throat and recited in the tone of a children's song:
[My sister and brother went to grandma’s house. The children’s meat was tender and the bones were crispy, and grandma was so greedy that her mouth was watering]
[My sister heard a crunching sound at night and asked grandma what she was eating. Grandma said it was dried peas]
[My brother disappeared the next day. My sister searched and searched, and there were broken bones piled in the corner]
Thinking of this, Ah Xi chuckled and jumped away with the meat, leaving Zhao Feng in a daze.
Zhao Feng looked around and saw Qisi standing aside with a tape recorder in his hand, with an unpredictable expression. He subconsciously asked, "Brother Chang, what does this story have to do with our copy?"
"I don't know." Qisi said honestly.
The stories Ah Xi tells are very ordinary. At first glance, they sound like an extension of horror stories related to "eating".
Qisi has heard another version called "The Woman in White".
It is said that there is a ghost called "White Woman" who will pretend to be a grandmother, sleep with her grandchildren, and secretly eat the children.
Ziss didn't have too many horrible feelings about this story. Looking back now, the one who impressed him the most was the cousin who told him this story.
The girl who is always dressed up likes to poke his eyes with her bright red nails and scold him viciously: "Sangmenxing, debt collector, why haven't you been dragged away by the woman in white?"
The mean and stupid girl humbly expected to marry into the inner city, and at the same time vented her resentment towards her cousin who was dependent on someone else. After being abandoned by her boyfriend, she listened to folk taboo rumors and hanged herself in a red dress... What a rough and old-fashioned story. What a tragicomedy.
The long-faded memory was vivid for a moment. Qisi casually pressed the switch of the recorder in his hand, and the smile on his lips became a little more gentle.
"Sister and brother are going to grandma's house..."
Children's songs mixed with electromagnetic noise echoed in the air. Perhaps due to the distortion of the recording, the sound lacked the crispness of a child and appeared low and hoarse. It sounded so sinister that it sent chills down the spine.
Zhao Feng twitched his eyes and asked, "Brother Chang, where did this tape recorder come from? What is it used for?"
Qisi suppressed his smile and answered truthfully: "I don't know if it's useful when I get off the bus. If you don't take it, you won't get it for free."
Zhao Feng suddenly understood why Qisi had so many props on him.
Should I say that I am worthy of being a Sila person? It's like "plucking the feathers of a wild goose"...
In the center of the courtyard, the players have already taken the guys and gathered together. Except for Yang Yundong, who carries a simple knife on his back, and Zhu Ling, who has a dagger on her waist, there are no obvious weapons on the other players.
Qisi said calmly: "Let's go there too. Going late can easily arouse suspicion."
Zhao Feng glanced at his left arm, which was wrapped in cloth and still bleeding for no reason.
Although he didn't know whether it was due to the mechanism of the dungeon or something else, he couldn't feel much pain at the moment, but he still felt that appearing in the crowd with such a wound would easily attract the attention of other players.
Then, I heard Qisi say in a matter-of-fact tone: "Let's go separately. It's your business to feed the ghosts meat and so on. I didn't trigger such a task, right?"
Zhao Feng: 6.
…
Beside the woodshed, Su Po brought a wooden barrel from nowhere, picked it up on a pole, and prepared to go out.
The wooden barrel exuded a strong smell of blood, and the lid on it was ajar, leaving no reason for people to open it to see what was inside.
Zhu Ling took a step forward and asked, "Po Po Su, where are you going?"
Su Po did not hide anything and replied: "I want to go to the ancestral hall to worship. The dead people go to the ancestral hall to worship in order to ward off disasters."
So you also know about the death?
Zhu Ling coughed twice and said tentatively: "Thank you for your hard work in entertaining us. If it's nothing special, I'll go with you so that I can help you carry something."
Su Po's expression changed and she shook her head repeatedly: "No, outsiders are not allowed in our ancestral hall."
The players looked at each other and saw consideration in their eyes.
The "ancestral hall" is clearly written on the map as a place that needs to be explored, but Su Po apparently does not allow players to go there.
It seems that I must go to this ancestral hall, but I have to avoid the NPC.
After Su Po left, Yang Yundong exhaled and said: "Let's go to the village chief's house first to settle the matter of the sacred meat, and then go to the village history museum to see if we can find the background story of this copy. We go to the ancestral hall last, so we don't have to worry about it. Collided with Su Po."
He said, looking around at everyone: "Does everyone have any objections?"
The second rule requires players to "plan their own travel routes," and Yang Yundong is undoubtedly taking this step.
The players all know this, and no one intends to raise objections. They all agree with it at this moment.
"No comment!"
"Listen to Brother Yang!"
There is no doubt that Yang Yundong has now surpassed Zhu Ling and has become the backbone of this eight-person team.
Taking a newcomer like Allen out for a night out last night, and still coming back alive is enough to prove his ability; plus he takes the lead in everything he encounters, so everyone is happy to let him lead the team and explore the way.
Zhao Feng stood next to Yang Yundong, squinting his eyes and wondering what he was thinking. Ziss stood on the edge of the crowd, just shaded by the shadows under the eaves, and did not attract too much unnecessary attention.
"Zhao Feng, where were you just now? You didn't even come for breakfast." Yang Yundong glanced at Zhao Feng and asked after noticing Zhao Feng's return to the team.
Zhao Feng had always felt that Yang Yundong didn't care about his safety. Now he said in a bad tone: "Of course I am thinking of ways to deal with that brat. I have to find meat for him to eat today. You are not in a hurry. I don't want to wait. die."
Yang Yundong frowned and his eyes fell on Zhao Feng's left arm.
The layers of wrapped white cloth strips were smeared with bright red color, and the faint smell of blood filled the air. It was self-evident.
Yang Yundong would be a fool if he couldn't figure it out at this point. Thousands of threads were twisted into a mess, which was very annoying. He touched his pocket and couldn't find a cigarette.
Zhao Feng saw that he was silent and didn't speak. He sneered and said mockingly: "Do you and that kid also need meat? Are you planning to cut yourself or someone else's?"
As soon as he said these words, the air felt visibly stagnant, and the players looked at each other.
The false safety expectations have been broken, and most people subconsciously follow the path of "cutting other people's flesh".
After all, the risk of injury and reduced mobility caused by cutting one's own flesh will only be greater, and reduced mobility often means death in weird games.
Respecting oneself to others, and then relying on others to refer to oneself, the trust between people is extremely fragile.
Qisi said casually: "This is only the first day. Including Brother Yang, there are three people who have received the task of finding meat for the ghosts. There are still four days, I don't know how much more meat is needed..."
He lowered his eyes and showed just the right hesitation: "If everyone cuts his own flesh, everyone's mobility will be reduced, and the gains will definitely outweigh the losses. Just like Brother Yang, who we all rely on, we can't waste our status in a place like this no matter what. The best solution is probably..."
He did not continue.
After all, the players here have been immersed in the rule of law society for decades, and the universal values that have been established are deeply rooted in the bone marrow and will not be completely wiped out for a while.
Their concepts are huddled in the comfort zone of moral demarcation, and it is difficult to glimpse the unadvocated but practical options in the shadow of the blind spot.
And all it takes is an opportunity, and they will gain a new perspective of thinking, a completely new way of looking at problems.
The players all thought of the best plan from Zeiss.
It's nothing more than choosing a few people as victims, and keeping the others in top shape to break the situation.
But who would be willing to sacrifice?
Yang Yundong took a deep look at Qisi, his tired eyes slowly scanned the other players, and said word by word: "There are always some things that cannot be done. As a human being, you must know that God is watching when you are doing it."
Commonplace truths inevitably pale in comparison to the bizarre game of life and death.
Several players looked disdainful, but they did not dare to refute.
Qisi smiled apologetically and said innocently, "I made a mistake. Thank you Brother Yang for your advice this time."
Yang Yundong's tired eyes reflected a deep gaze, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just said lightly: "Let's go to the village chief's house first."
