On the table, a gentle "dang" sounded.
A trembling piece of white meat, alternately fat and thin, fell into the food bowl in front of Song Ciwan.
Yes, what was placed in front of her was not an ordinary-sized bowl, or even a common soup bowl, but a large basin like a washbasin! Therefore, when Song Ciwan first glanced at it, he silently thought of it as a food basin.
The food bowl was already filled with white rice, and the villagers nearby kept helping her pick up the meat.
While holding it, he continued to persuade him to eat: "It's so pitiful, look at this skinny one, there's only a handful left... Come on, come on, open it up and eat it, eat it quickly!"
The tempting aroma of food was intertwined and mixed, and someone's hungry intestines roared in response.
The other disaster victims at the same table with Song Ciwan had long since been unable to bear it any longer. They didn't need anyone's persuasion and were already eating hard with their cheeks down.
There was also a large basin-like food bowl placed in front of them. They picked up their chopsticks and slurped down their food. The more they ate, the more they tasted, and the more they tasted, the more they ate. Song Ciwan sat in the middle and couldn't help but sway uncomfortably. .
She also has a pair of chopsticks in her hand, waiting for her to eat at any time.
But Song Ciwan finally controlled her hunger instinct, and the sense of shame in her heart allowed her to maintain the etiquette that a human being should have at this moment.
Song Ciwan touched her belly and thanked the villagers who persuaded her to eat: "Thank you so much, aunt, and thank you to the uncles and brothers in the village for your kind hospitality, but I, I don't have much..."
When she said this, she looked ashamed.
She has nothing to offer, so what can she do to repay others' enthusiasm? It’s not easy to just eat for free, right?
Aunt Zhou, who was sitting to the left of Song Ciwan, had already picked up her chopsticks, but when she heard Song Ciwan's words, she immediately stopped.
The female villager who persuaded Song Ciwan to eat said: "Hey, little lady, why do you still have such worries? They have said that the visitors are guests. I know how miserable you are after you have suffered along the way. It’s easy. As an aunt, I take pity on you sincerely. You, just feel free to eat!"
As she said that, she grabbed a spoon next to her, scooped out a big spoonful of rice as if the food was free, and fed it directly to Song Ciwan's mouth!
While feeding, a loving and expectant smile appeared on her face.
It is so loving that it makes people's hearts tremble and their hairs stand on end.
Song Ciwan subconsciously hid and blurted out: "Auntie, I know everyone has good intentions, but no matter what, I can't just eat for free!"
As soon as the words "freeloader" were spoken, the whole place suddenly fell into silence.
The victims who were eating haphazardly were still eating haphazardly, but the villagers of Fugui Village who were enthusiastically urging them to eat suddenly turned their heads in unison and looked in the direction of Song Ciwan.
The voices urging people to eat disappeared, and so did the laughter. In this huge open space in front of the village, there was only the sound of the victims frantically eating.
Snoring, snoring, squeaking -
An invisible, unspeakable, terrifying pressure followed these gazes, all pressing heavily on Song Ciwan.
what is that?
It is an invisible force that makes the whole world turbid and invites you to join in the turbidity.
It is a terrifying doubt that exists densely in the sky and on the earth, front and back, left and right, and in all directions.
Those glances were silent, but they seemed to ask in unison: Why not? why do not you eat? Look, everyone is eating, everyone is eating! If you don’t eat it, then there must be something wrong with you!
It's you who have the problem! You have a problem...
The doubts came back like echoes, tightly binding Song Ciwan, making it almost impossible for her to escape.
He could only watch helplessly as the female villager sitting next to him stretched out her arm and put the rice spoon into her mouth again.
She wanted to hide, but the invisible pressure prevented her from moving. She wanted to retort, but if she opened her mouth, this spoonful of rice would definitely be fed into her mouth!
For some reason, although she was still confused and the hunger in her belly was burning, Song Ciwan became more and more determined at this moment: the rice and meat in Fugui Village must not be eaten!
In the flash of lightning, seeing the rice spoon reaching his mouth, Song Ciwan suddenly looked up.
She couldn't move left or right, couldn't dodge, but for some reason, she succeeded in raising her head!
The moment he raised his head, Song Ciwan repeated loudly: "I don't eat! I don't eat for free, I don't eat for free! I have no property, but I can work for pay. I have hands and feet, and I don't eat other people's things, so I will do the same. I can support myself!”
As she spoke, her voice became louder and louder, while the invisible pressure that restrained her became inexplicably smaller and smaller.
Later, she even stood up all of a sudden!
Opposite Song Ciwan, the female villager holding the rice spoon failed, and her expression suddenly became stiff.
The loving smile from before disappeared, leaving only a gloomy look.
While she was sitting there, Song Ciwan stood up straight, so she even had to raise her head to look at Song Ciwan.
"Are you serious that you don't want to eat?" Her voice lost its original enthusiasm and she asked again in a cold tone.
Song Ciwan stood and said firmly: "I won't eat!"
In the empty space, a black and white scale slowly appeared in front of Song Ciwan's eyes at this moment. On the scale, there was a ball of air: [Village level strange ghost, hate, hate, hate, one pound and seven taels, but Sale. 】
No one knew what Song Ciwan was going through at this moment!
The fog in my mind was lifted, and the gauze covering my eyes shattered.
At the moment when the scales of heaven and earth appeared, all the old memories that had been lost in the depths of Song Ciwan's mind suddenly surged back to their original places!
Song Ciwan woke up, and she suddenly realized: Where is Mrs. Song, a villager of Bixi Village? Where is the country of Yun and the escape from famine? All of this should come from the disaster in Bibo Lake!
Is the dragon on Bibo Lake dead now? Song Ciwan didn't know.
Why did they come here again after being trapped in a crack in the ground? Song Ciwan didn't know either.
But she could at least tell that the world in front of her was clearly a huge and strange world.
Weird, as the name suggests, it is an existence that is even more elusive and indescribable than a demon. In this world, not only people are afraid of weirdness, but even monsters are afraid of weirdness!
All inexplicable things always frighten living beings.
To be honest, the original Song Ciwan was not really able to understand the concept of weirdness. Fortunately, when she bought the "Da Zhou Feng Wu Lu" earlier, she briefly read some introductions about the weird.
The weird levels, from low to high, are usually divided into: wilderness level, village level, small city level, large city level, country-breaking level, natural disaster level...
I don’t know if there will be any Song Ciwan in the future, as "The Record of Feng Wu in the Great Zhou Dynasty" did not introduce it.
The rough introduction of this book is: Although weirdness is elusive, there are actually rules for weirdness. All weird things must follow rules. Therefore, once you fall into a weird situation, finding the correct weird rules is the only way to survive!
So, what are the rules of this strange wealthy village in front of us?
