The tea seller thought that Zhang Chong didn't believe him and said, "I just can't remember where the tea came from. It's not an illusion!"
How could Zhang Chong believe it? "You don't need to say more, I won't believe anything. Why don't you let me out and pretend I don't know what's going on here?"
Tea seller: "I don't know how to get out, but someone in the village seems to know, but no one cares, because no one wants to go out, especially the elderly people!"
Zhang Chong heard two key words from these words, one is going out and the other is in the village. If you want to go out, you must enter the village?
Zhang Chong: "Do you know who he is?"
Tea seller: "I'm not sure. It's said that I just came in a few days ago, and I was an official before!"
Zhang Chong said angrily: "Humph, he said no one has come in recently!"
Tea seller: "Not in the past few days, but a few months ago, more than a dozen people came here. They seemed to be fleeing. What are they called Chu, Chu Fei!"
Zhang Chong: "Chu Fei? Never heard of it!"
Tea seller: "His father seems to be a high-ranking official of the Qi Dynasty. His name is Chu Wen. He said that he had made great contributions to the dynasty, but his family was exterminated, so he had to escape here. Every time he says it, he gets very angry!"
Zhang Chong: "Chu Wen? Qi Dynasty?"
Zhang Chong thought about it carefully. He seemed to have heard of such a person. He was the former head of the Ministry of Punishment. He handled many major cases and won the hearts of the people. He later resigned. How could he be exterminated?
Zhang Chong: "A few months ago?"
The tea seller is also aware of the problem here, but it is not an illusion. His own experience is enough to prove that it cannot be an artificial illusion.
Tea seller: "Yes, this place can't be illusory. We have lived here for many years. It is impossible to prepare it for you alone. What you said is a problem. It is true that we rarely see animals raised, and I don't know how to make tea." Come on, maybe something went wrong, maybe..."
The tea seller hesitated and couldn't explain, but it wasn't because he was deliberately hiding it, but because he didn't know what was going on.
Enter the village?
Zhang rushed forward and touched the tea seller. It did not look like an illusion, but it was still very strange at the moment. How could he tell the difference?
Maybe this is indeed a paradise?
Can you get in or not?
The more he pointed towards the village, the less Zhang Chong dared to follow the enemy's guidance. Wouldn't it be like falling into a trap!
But what if this is not an illusion?
Tea seller: "How about you wait for me here and I go to the village to ask?"
"good!"
Zhang Chong answered without thinking.
It is safest for tea sellers to enter the village. No matter whether they can find the problem or not, they don't have to take risks.
But why would the tea seller bring it up?
Is it not an illusion?
Also the one who was arrested?
Those missing people?
But what about the people in the village?
What is that Chu Fei?
The tea seller often returns to the village. Unlike Zhang Chong, who has many scruples, he gets up and walks towards the village.
Zhang Chong has been "watching" the tea seller in the virtual realm.
I only "saw" the tea seller entering the village, walking into each house, and then coming out again after a long time, followed by someone else. In this way, the whole village became lively, with people coming and going everywhere. After two hours, a group of people walked towards the outside of the village.
Zhang Chong immediately cheered up, and a strange weapon appeared in his hand, a scepter with six gems inlaid on it. Two short sticks stretched out horizontally and vertically, with a gem at one end and a short stick with a gem standing above it. Embedded on both sides.
Shaking the weapon in his hand, a man with a big knife appeared behind him, staring closely at the people coming from the village.
The leading tea seller waved to Zhang Chong and shouted: "I remember, I remember!"
When he reached Zhang Chong, he ran back to his tea stall and drank two cups of tea before continuing: "Tea leaves fell from the sky!"
"What?!"
Zhang Chong asked: "Suddenly appeared, and then you picked him up?"
"No, I'm praying to God!"
Zhang Chong: "Kneel down and beg?"
Tea seller: "No, I'm praying sincerely!"
Zhang Chong said doubtfully: "I don't understand!"
At this time, a rough man in the crowd stood up and said: "I am a pork seller. As long as I pray to God at night, dozens of pigs will appear in my pigsty. It is like this every day. I never worry. No pork for sale!”
"Me too!"
………………
Everyone nodded and said, it turns out that this village relies on God's blessing.
Now Zhang Chong is even more sure that this is an illusion, but these people don't seem to be imaginary. Could it be that the people in the past set up the illusion?
call!
After careful consideration, Zhang Chong decided to first see how small this place was. If he couldn't get out and was trapped here, should he keep going out, or would he be blocked by something?
Zhang Chong stood up and walked back into the woods, but the woods were not as sparse as before, but very dense. The gaps between the trees were very small, and at most only one person could pass through. It was obviously not the same place as before.
However, the woods were not very large, and soon Zhang Chong came to a wall-like rock wall.
The rock wall blocks the sky and the sun. Not only can’t you see what is behind you, but it also blocks the sun. Strange shapes are carved everywhere on the rock wall, like lines connected together. You can’t see what they are, but you always feel Very strange, like something that is often used.
The rock walls were connected into one piece and surrounded the entire village, separating it from the outside. Zhang Chong walked around for several times, but could not see any way out or any place intersecting with the outside.
"Is this really a paradise?"
Returning to the tea stall at the intersection, many people had left, and there were still some people who were interested in this outsider.
"Hey boy, what's your name?"
Zhang Chong: "My name is Zhang Chong!"
"I'm Xue Long, the pork seller!"
"My name is Gu Qiang, a fish seller!"
"My name is Ke Ke, a rouge seller!"
"My name is Hou Hai, I sell tea!"
"My name is Cheng Xiao, and I sell breakfast!"
"My name is Fengdong, I own a restaurant!"
"Why are these people so enthusiastic?"
Although there has been no danger so far, Zhang Chong still maintains a high degree of vigilance, fearing that the group of people will suddenly turn against each other and strike with a knife.
Seeing Zhang Chong's uneasy expression, Hou Hai said: "Don't worry, these people have been here for a long time and are very curious about the new people. The same is true for Chu Fei before, but they don't have a good temper and don't like to interact with others. , always locking himself in the room and not coming out!"
Zhang Chong calmed down a little and said, "How did you all get in?"
"I got lost and came to this village while walking!"
"I was pushed down the mountain and fell into the woods!"
"I was locked in an iron cage, and I woke up here!"
For a while, everyone talked about how they came to the village, but this was not what Zhang Chong wanted to know. Compared with pork falling from the sky, it was not strange.
Zhang Chong: "Where were you before?"
"Zhejiang Mansion!"
"Yes, Zhejiang Mansion!"
It seems that these people are in the village that Zhejiang Prefecture entered, which is consistent with reality, but it cannot be ruled out that the person behind it is controlling. After all, this place has been surrounded, and the other party certainly knows where it is.
"Looks like we have to fight for knowledge!"
"Do you know Dong Wenyuan?"
"have no idea!"
Seeing everyone shaking their heads, one of them named Ke Ke replied: "I know that he is a literary master who wrote three thousand poems. He claims that there are only a thousand poems, so there is no need to worry!"
"I actually know!"
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