Allen's head was stranded in mucus, and the thin layer on his face was like floating grease.
The moment the sun shone in, his living features disappeared together with the sarcoma, turning into a pile of lifeless dead flesh.
He had no last words, no moans, and he didn't even show any unwilling expression. He just stared at the top of his head, like a sunflower chasing the light, trying to reflect the sunlight into his pupils.
Yang Yundong walked over silently, bent down, covered the young face of the corpse with his rough hands, and gently closed the white eyes.
There was no preaching or condolences. He stood silently for a while, looking sideways at the tattooed woman leaning against the door.
This woman who had always been unsociable just couldn't help but take a few mouthfuls of mucus. At this moment, the right half of her face was in a semi-solid state, and flesh-colored mucus was dripping down.
Sensing Yang Yundong's gaze, the tattooed woman raised her hand to cover the abnormality on the right side of her face, pretending to be nonchalant, and shouted exaggeratedly: "It's okay, it's just a small injury. Just issue a copy and it will be fine!"
Indeed, the injuries in the copy will not be brought to reality. But can she really survive until she leaves the dungeon?
Qiss saw that the changes on the tattooed woman's face were expanding at a speed visible to the naked eye. At this moment, half of her neck began to flow downwards with mucus. Her whole figure was like a melted candle, weeping with candle tears.
She will completely melt by tomorrow at the latest, and there are still four days before the dungeon ends...
Qisi considered it carefully and said: "It can be inferred from the words of the village chief that eating sacred meat will lead to sin, and eating the mucus will lead to retribution in advance. He also said that going to the ancestral hall to worship can atone for sins... It seems that We need to change our itinerary.”
Yang Yundong took off his coat, turned around and walked into the main room. He wrapped the white gel on the bed that was no different from the divine meat, tied a knot, turned around and threw the whole package into Zhang Licai's arms.
He glanced at the other players and made arrangements: "Zhang Lizai, Zhao Feng, and Chang Xu go to the village history museum. Zhu Ling and I take Yin Lina to the ancestral hall."
Yin Lina was the name of the tattooed girl. She only mentioned it casually in the beginning of her self-introduction, but Yang Yundong also remembered it.
Yang Yundong's arrangement is easy to understand. In theory, splitting up is the best plan. Otherwise, if we encounter the situation at the village chief's house again, there is a high probability that the entire army will be annihilated.
As the ancestral hall is an important location involved in the atonement mechanism of the dungeon, and there is a probability of encountering Su Po, it is bound to be full of dangers. It is most appropriate for two veteran players who have entered the dungeon for the third time to take the lead in exploring.
If these two old players are involved, it will just send a message to other players: don't think about the ancestral hall, just go to sleep. Whether you can survive in the next few days depends on your face.
Anyway, the reserves of divine meat are sufficient, and for the remaining few days, the players can hide in Su Po's house, eat and wait to die.
Well, literally waiting to die.
Zhu Ling showed hesitation and refused: "There may be some information about the Feng Shui pattern of Su's Village in the village history museum. I want to see if I can find any clues. Moreover, if there are any ghosts lurking there, I will If so, we can respond in time.”
Her attitude was as expected. Qisi winked at Zhao Feng at the right moment, and the latter quickly volunteered, "I'll go to the ancestral hall with you."
There may be key clues in the ancestral hall, and someone must pay attention to it. Zhao Feng is a pair of useful eyes. If something happened, he didn't have to worry about the safety of Yang Yundong and the tattooed girl, he could just kill them and retreat when he saw the situation was bad.
Qisi believes that Zhao Fengfeng tried his best to join the Sila Guild.
I just don’t know what kind of expression he will show when he learns that everything was a lie to him?
Qisi showed an interesting smile, which clearly conveyed encouragement in Zhao Feng's eyes.
Zhao Feng knew that most of the big guilds needed to submit certificates of recognition, and he was reluctant to let his children catch the wolf. He immediately gritted his teeth and walked to Yang Yundong's side in a few steps.
Yang Yundong didn't say anything more. He pointed to the tattooed woman on Zhao Feng's back with his eyes, then walked out of the village chief's house with his knife horizontally, and stepped on the slime all over the ground.
After the three figures disappeared from the door, Zhu Ling took out the dagger from her waist and held it in her hand. She smiled reluctantly, looked back at Qisi and Zhang Lizai and said, "Follow me. If you encounter danger, seek help in time. I will try my best." To ensure your safety."
She walked towards the door, and Zhang Lizai followed quickly, carrying the package given by Yang Yundong.
Qisi smiled and said "Thank you" and fell far behind.
The three of them walked on the dirt road and followed the direction indicated by the map.
The potholed dirt road winds through dilapidated houses, with dry grass growing crookedly on both sides, almost invading the road.
The road was not easy to walk, but fortunately the village chief's house was not far from the village history museum. After walking for another five minutes, we arrived in front of a large house with windows facing the road and excellent light transmission.
The windows of the house were not covered with paper. Although they were covered with dust, the tables, chairs, and documents inside could still be seen through the old glass.
The low wooden door belonging to this building is wide open, as if inviting people to enter.
Qisi followed the first two people and crossed the threshold of the main entrance, being covered by the dust that rushed towards him. He choked and coughed, unable to help but inhale. As he came and went, more dust entered his throat, making his throat itchy and uncomfortable.
He reacted quickly and covered his mouth and nose with his hands to stop coughing.
There is only one room in the village history museum, and the furnishings inside can be seen at a glance. There are no ghosts or death points, so it is not difficult to search for clues.
It has been a long time since anyone came, and the spider webs have blocked the past events. There are still messy papers on the dusty desktop, but they are destined to decay with the passage of time.
Qisi walked to the table. There was a yellowed household registration book on the table. One page was folded and he turned it over.
There are two names on that page, "Su Po" and "Su Xi", marked with the date of death, which are the same day.
Qisi raised his eyelids and made a judgment: "Su Po and A Xi died before the accident in Su's Village. They probably did not even eat sacred meat."
Zhang Licai saw Qisi flipping through the book in his hand aimlessly and made an inexplicable judgment. He couldn't help but ask: "Brother, how did you know?"
"Before Su Po and A Xi's page, the deaths of villagers were sporadic, and there was no large-scale collective death event. As for such a big event as the consecration of gods, do you think it is possible that only such a few people died sporadically? ?”
Qisi's fingertips traced the dates of birth and death, and suddenly turned over a thick stack of pages, revealing a blank space at the back of the book.
He curled his lips and said with a smile: "The subsequent records are indeed broken... After all, after eating the sacred meat and becoming the village chief, it is difficult to judge whether he is dead or alive."
Zhu Ling also came up and said clearly: "Su Po and Ah Xi did not eat the sacred meat, so they did not die because of their sins, so they can maintain their human form and walk in the sun."
Qisi raised his eyebrows slightly when he heard the word "criminal karma".
No, something isn't right.
If Su Po had no sinful karma, why would she post the couplet on her door, "Eat vegetarian food every year to eliminate sins"?
If she had died long ago, why was she associated with the divine flesh? After being asked about the legend of the sacred meat, why did she tell that bloody past?
It was as if someone had preset instructions and taught her to say this...
Chiss thought of the first clue. The story that made him uncomfortable was like a misplaced jigsaw puzzle, disrupting the entire deduction process that could have gone smoothly and twisting it into a knot...
Zhu Ling obviously didn't have so many thoughts. She picked up the village history book scattered in the dust and opened it carefully.
The first few pages of the village history were torn out, and there was no mention of what happened before the famine, so there was no way to deduce the origin of the famine.
This disaster seems to be a natural disaster, picked up from the sky by some god-like existence and dropped on this land. It cannot be scrutinized and cannot be avoided.
Zhu Ling opened the village history book to a page where the text could barely be read and read it carefully.
When she saw a record, she frowned slightly and recited the words above in a low voice.
The past of Su's Village presents the tip of the iceberg.
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At the beginning of the great famine, everything seemed to be the same as in previous years.
From time to time, old and weak women and children starve to death in the fields, and from time to time, buried corpses are dug up. Spring water and ponds are dried up, and tree bark and grass roots are dug up. It seems that the earth has died along with the village.
In the face of survival, all the whitewash of humility and courtesy is stripped away, and naked humanity and survival instincts rise like bushes and thorns. Fighting, beatings, and killings occur on this land.
All man-made moral standards have been discarded, and tragedies have become commonplace in the chaos.
Su Po died before the arrival of the god. She was so hungry that she threw her grandson Ah Xi into the pot. After realizing this, she jumped into the well and fell to death.
The day after her death, before the body was buried, the body of the god fell in the village.
