This notice allowed Mo Yan to finally confirm two things. The first is that he should be a member of the deserted village guardian team, and the second is that every time a villager is protected from the other party's killing, he will get points.

This made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Since they are guardians and there are rewards for protecting villagers, the other side's Weird Shadow Team is naturally the opposite purpose, and they are for killing people.

At any time, protection is more difficult than destruction, so should he just die and rebel to the Weird Shadow Team?

This damn task means that you can't see the information of your teammates and the task progress bar, nor do you understand the enemy's mission progress. At least for Mo Yan, it's like this. However, in such a remote mountain village, there are at least seventy or eighty people. It has to be said that the villagers who came to Wu's uncle's house to attend the funeral. It is impossible for the whole village to come here to watch the funeral, right? How many people need to protect a hundred people?

If all the villagers count and kill them casually, the guardian team should have lost.

Thinking of this, Mo Yan's heart calmed down. The boss behind the host of this game would never be so stupid that he set such imbalanced rules. In other words, the other party must have some restrictions. As for what it is, Mo Yan is not clear at the moment.

Half of his two-hour weak period had passed. Song Yang threw a box of berberine to Mo Yan, watching him eating a plate of salted pork ribs in front of him.

With his identity as a veteran foodie for many years, he can immediately detect any additives in this dish. Even if the other party is stupid, he will not add "cultures" to this dish to accelerate Mo's death.

As for the previous medicines, mineral water and canned sugar water were all thrown into the Void Island by Mo Yan, and finally there was no suspicion.

Even though Mo Yan's identity is more likely to be exposed, Mo Yan feels that since he doesn't know which one is his partner at the moment, the same is true for the Wei Ying Team. At most, his identity has been exposed in the eyes of the person who killed him. In the eyes of more people, he is just a little sick girl from the city.

It turns out that even space equipment that recognizes the owner is not omnipotent. Mo Jian secretly reminds himself that when he goes back, he must buy a few storage grids, items, and equipment, and buy a few of them in case of emergency needs.

Mo Ye quietly ate in the corner, and there was always a look that swept across him from time to time. He knew that it was Huang Kai's mother Song Qinghua, and her gaze was not about snooping and suspicion, but about a mother's concern for her son.

There are so many people in the room, she can't care too much about her well-being, so she won't think that the mother and son of the city are too terrible. She has to chat with others while helping to stack the golden croakers for tomorrow's funeral and take a break from her busy schedule to pay attention to her poor son who is about to exhaustion.

only……

Isn't my son too edible?

I watched Mo Xian kill the whole plate of salted pork ribs in front of him, wouldn’t my son be afraid of stomachache?

It seemed that I had just noticed my mother's gaze. Mo Wu gave Song Qinghua a pitiful smile and touched his stomach silently, meaning that I was empty, and all the food I ate was tossed with the frequent import and export activities.

Song Qinghua finally couldn't help it and said, "Son, you go to the stove with Xiao Yang to order something easy to digest, don't just eat meat."

Mo Yan thought to himself, drinking porridge is not as good as eating meat, so I have to eat it selectively. If I get some croton for me and let me turn the lie into facts, I can die in an hour.

"Yeah." Mo Wu nodded obediently. After eating a plate of ribs, he was in a better condition than before. After he looked around in the crowd, he said to Song Qinghua helplessly: "Mom, I didn't find Xiaoyang."

This is in line with the character of a shy young man who is a newcomer to the city.

After a fat aunt in her fifties shouted "Song Yang" in her loud voice with a bright heart and fat body in the room, the familiar boy was sent to Mo again.

The boy with a red face was very happy. He cried for seven passes and had to burn a thousand pieces of paper. It was really troublesome for the dead. Song Yang thought helplessly that when he died, he would make a will in advance and tell his filial sons and grandchildren not to do such superficial skills of living and screaming when he was unfilial. He would serve him well until he was sent to the crematorium with a roll of mat.

Uncle Wu's family was so troubled that it was no longer a human being. Just now, I cried thousands of papers and thundered and rained. Uncle Wu's voice was hoarse. As the grandson of the second old lady Song, Song Yang's performance was not too bad. He also cried so hard that the sky was dark and the sun was gone.

He suddenly envied Huang Kai, the boy. He heard that the funerals in the city were much simpler than in the countryside. He set up a mourning hall at home and then a crematorium gave him a farewell ceremony and sent him away with cigarettes.

Crying can also hurt your vitality. Song Yang now feels that he is going to become Huang Kai’s previous state, and his whole body is weak and his feet are messy.

Just then, my aunt Song Qinghua asked him to accompany Huang Kai to get some food.

They also have a crucial last and crucial event - packing and giving money. This event requires all filial sons and grandchildren to participate, and carry the gold and silver crocks from one side to the big box on paper plates, and bring flowers for the rebirth.

Song Yang found that it was difficult for living people to make money, and all the dead were rich, and beauties in the villa of Jinshan Mountain Villa. I don’t know if it was particularly easy to inflation there.

The temporary stove and kitchen are set up in the southeast corner of the yard, and a simple shed is built with tarpaulin.

When Mo Yen touched this side, the chef with a bright face was busy frying and cooking. The chef and other deputy had already gotten off work, leaving only one to put on the stove and one to change the knife. There was also a meal for our family members in the middle of the night. We had a few dishes to eat and prepare for the funeral tomorrow.

A large thick-backed bone-cutting knife poked murderously onto a large cutting board made of solid wood pier.

The lower left corner of the knife is split into part of the cutting board and forms an acute angle with the cutting board. It seems that many professional chefs like this.

"Master, you are troubled. Find some food for us. I'm hungry." Song Yang was extremely skillful in handing the hotpot to the stove that was thrown into the big carp.

He took the cigarette behind his ear and asked Song Yang: "How many people? What do you want to eat?"

"I think that chicken is pretty good, just give me one." Song Yang did a good business and planned to exchange for a cigarette.

The eyes of the knives next to him flipped over and said, "It's not enough to have a lot of money. There will be not enough meals tomorrow. The meatballs there are also good. I chopped all the meat in my hand."

Song Yang had no choice but to settle for the second best and agreed.

Mo Ye looked at his thick and oily big hands and nodded secretly. These hands must be very strong, no wonder they would use such a heavy thick-backed bone-cutting knife.
Chapter completed!