"I want to see what the show is all about?"
Looking at these villagers who were neither human nor ghosts, Xie Chen was more inclined to think that this situation was caused by being influenced by "him" for many years and became like this.
I couldn't imagine that in the weird world of weird possessions and erosion, the backlash would be so strong.
But what effect does it have on yourself? There is no conclusion yet.
The only thing I have tried once is in the funeral dungeon, when I experienced the four dreams for the first time, I put on the blue clothes and turned into a blue bamboo strip paper man, and put on the white skin and turned into a white paper man. These two experiences.
No matter which of the two situations it was, he had completely lost the ability to think as a normal human being, and even his memory had become blurry.
These are all things that I finally knew after clearing the dungeon.
After experiencing a flashback, I was confused as to why I had those incomplete memories.
After completely clearing the dungeon and returning the memory, I realized that when I first experienced the dungeon, I had gone completely wrong in many places.
In the end, he even turned into a paper man in white skin, blocking him on the way up the mountain.
In fact, it was myself who was cremated after experiencing the failure of the fourth dream for the first time.
Just thinking about it now makes me feel a little scared.
As time froze, all the people in front of them stopped moving.
The two were as skinny as thin dogs, and they were carrying a large pile of wood, plus a black incense burner box for sacrifices.
Xie Chen slowly passed through the two people with only bones left in their hands, and then squatted down and touched the incense ashes scattered on the ground.
It is indeed the same as the ash left after burning ordinary incense. There is nothing particularly strange about it.
"With these incense, is it possible that we can really communicate with the weird?"
Xie Chen thought for a while, and finally shook his head, denying his inner suspicion.
If we could really connect with "Him", there probably wouldn't be any subsequent tragedy.
I can now completely confirm in my mind that what the priest recorded in the notes behind is absolutely true.
Even "He" on Misty Island has completely controlled these villagers.
The scene in front of me is obviously not a scene of normal harmonious life. It may be that the previous situation is maintained through "His" ability.
It may even be the reincarnation before Avroga's death.
After all, I have actually seen this black sacrificial box in movies. It is often a box placed in front of sacrificial items, with three pillars of sandalwood that are thicker than usual inserted into it.
Xie Chen frowned. No wonder he hadn't seen these villagers before. They were probably all dead. These non-human and ghost things were just shadows recreated based on ghost stories.
It looks really scary, but I don't know if the level of danger is high or not.
Xie Chen unlocked the function of his pocket watch in his heart and looked at the old man in front of him who was still cursing the two scrawny guys.
Xie Chen lowered his eyebrows slightly. Perhaps this black-hearted old man was undoubtedly the head of this village.
If the scene was recreated, even the missing high priest would be recreated.
"correct!"
An idea flashed in Xiechen's head, and he seemed to have thought of some key issue.
If "He" relied on the power of strange stories to recreate the scene before Avroga's death, and even repeated the cycle, maintaining reincarnation, then the sacrifice has not yet begun, and Avroga should still be alive!
As long as he can find Avroga, he can figure out how to deal with "him".
But Xie Chen was a little happy inside, and couldn't even hold back the joy in her heart.
The village chief, who was scolding the two guys collecting wood, suddenly realized that he was standing next to him and was laughing.
In the eyes of this old guy, his current laughter was full of mockery, as if he was laughing at the fact that he had messed up everything he had prepared for the gods before he even started offering sacrifices.
Before Xiechen could stop, or even confirm the direction he was going to take next, the old man with a big hole in his back came over and stood in front of him.
"Who are you?"
"You haven't answered the old question yet. How dare you not show respect to the supreme god on this island!"
"You should be an outsider, just like the man and woman, right?"
The voice of the old guy in front of him gradually became deeper. As a breeze blew by, he could clearly see that the old guy's skin was being blown.
Like ripples on the surface of a lake, it can slowly create waves.
Xie Chen had some obsessive-compulsive disorder. Seeing the old man's wrinkled skin rippling little by little, he even felt a little nauseous. He could no longer feel the slightest sense of oppression.
"While facing these things, I hope you can maintain due respect for me!"
"In addition, as an intruder, I hope you can go to the prison of this village and confine yourself, and don't make any useless struggles."
Xie Chen looked at the old guy in front of him quietly and listened with interest.
I also want to see how interesting the puppet controlled by "him" can say?
"Then when can you let me go?"
Xie Chen said with a joking smile.
The old man looked at his playful and smiling face, and the anger on his face became more and more serious, and he even stamped the ground with his skinny feet.
"It's all like this! It's all like this!"
"She's just like that damn girl doll, pretending to be a playful smile!"
"Kill this intruder to death, and then dedicate it to our revered god!"
The old man ordered the two skinny guys who were picking up firewood on the ground, pointed his finger at himself and cursed viciously.
Xie Chen was a little happy.
This guy actually hates himself so much, but he still wants to sacrifice his "dirty" self to the god he respects very much. Isn't this just a clown?
Xie Chen was not used to this old guy, so he kicked the old guy's chest hard with his full-strength foot.
Only a click was heard, and there was a breaking sound from the extremely fragile ribs in the front.
His strength is several times stronger than that of an ordinary adult. Although he is strangely contaminated and controlled by "him", this old guy is still mortal.
Xie Chen was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after he kicked him, the old guy would almost lose half of his life.
I originally thought that the afterimage created by "him" should be more or less contaminated with weird abilities.
Now it seems that there is really nothing at all.
The reason why he dared to take action was because he remembered a rule on the note.
That's the first half of the rule.
[You can beat villagers. 】
In addition, "He" may have descended on Avroga himself, and the things he did should also be related to the nature of Avroga.
Look at it from Avroga's point of view.
I just wanted to play with children of my own age, and I didn't do anything harmful.
My parents left me for no reason, and the adults in the village would beat me for various reasons for no apparent reason, and they would even say bad words to me.
All I can experience is malice and rejection, there is no need to talk about truth, goodness and beauty.
To put it bluntly, "He" is actually just a weird thing in the world of ghost stories. It's just that a more suitable adjective is used to describe it in this copy.
Now that "He" has descended on Avroga, he will naturally be resentful of these villagers. As for revenge, he has already taken revenge. The rest is just targeted, allowing these guys to continue to experience the pain of death. .
It is probably also a characteristic of Kaitan's bloodthirsty nature.
Therefore, "He" who came to Avroga would not stop or persecute him just because he harmed the villagers.
On the contrary, it is a disguised form of satisfying "His" wishes, which is another kind of flattery.
If he were a good person, he would naturally not do such a thing.
But these villagers all deserved their punishment, and each one spoke more irritably than the other.
"Fuck you!"
Xie Chen then added a kick and placed it next to the old guy lying on the ground. He heard the cracked ribs on the top and the cracking sound coming from the side.
Although it's not very obvious, the small layer of skin in the middle feels like it's been kicked to pieces.
The two scrawny guys next to them immediately panicked when they saw the old village chief being bullied by such a foreign invader.
You know, the next sacrifice still needs to be presided over by the old village chief. If something happens to anger the gods on the island, it is not something that the villagers can afford.
Although there is a priest in the village, when it comes to the foreign child, the priest is actually not particularly willing to do this. If the old village chief does not come forward, the subsequent sacrifices may not be guaranteed and something will go wrong.
"Damn invaders, stop it!"
One of the slightly stronger guys picked up a half-broken piece of wood on the ground with his skeletal palm, and smashed it towards his head.
Xie Chen gritted his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart, and broke his hand with one punch.
"You bitch, can I speak louder to your uncle?"
This skinny villager is not the enemy of the world at all. Even if he were a normal adult, he could knock him down in a few hits, let alone the two stick figures standing in front of him now.
Seeing that the villager who rushed forward first was defeated, the villager behind him picked up a piece of wood in each hand, gritted his teeth and smashed it towards his side.
To deal with the villager in front of him, he only used one punch. The remaining guy was slow and weak, and it was really no different from giving him nothing.
Xie Chen swept over with his elbow and hit the side of this guy's head hard, and his whole head was blown away by him.
The remaining body, although not controlled by the head, still rushed forward with the two wooden boards in its hands.
Xie Chen ducked sideways, and his body, which had lost its sense of direction, immediately stepped on the fallen piece of wood in front of him and fell hard to the ground.
The relatively thin skeleton hit a raised stone brick next to it and fell to the ground.
Looking at the forearm bone that rolled to his feet, Xie Chen couldn't help but frown.
"Your durability is almost at its bottom..."
Xie Chen kicked out the forearm bone under his feet and rolled directly to the head that fell to the side.
But because of the strange blessing, even though it has been torn to pieces, only the villagers with broken limbs and arms are left in front of them, but they still have self-awareness.
Xie Chen frowned and looked at the eyes on the ground that were also staring at him, but he ignored them.
Walking towards the front, the woman carrying the bucket was frightened to death when she saw herself looking like a murderous god.
Just stood there and screamed.
Xie Chen was really speechless. The stench emanated from the legs of this Gouba thing. Even if he couldn't think about it, he would not approach this guy.
And don't say that you judge people by their appearance. In ordinary villages, this thing is just the kind of gossip that has a long mouth. Sometimes, you don't need to do anything to kill someone, just a few sentences can do it.
Perhaps for Avroga's family, among the island villagers who are unanimously open to the outside world, there are many bad words said by such a bastard.
Xie Chen reached out and pinched his nose, trying not to let himself inhale too much of the swill-like smell.
After walking a few steps further, the old guy on the ground whose ribs were broken by his kick stretched out his withered hand and grabbed his ankle.
"Damn intruder!"
"Stop it, old man!"
Xie Chen glanced at the old guy on the ground, stepped hard on the old guy's wrist, and then rubbed the ground with his toes several times.
"Damn, you have a lot of perseverance, right?"
Seeing the old guy howling in pain, Xie Chen couldn't help but grin.
Under his own torture, the old guy also let go of his hand in pain.
