Qingyue put down her chopsticks and walked to the next room worriedly.
This is a wooden house with only one floor, and the furnishings inside are extremely simple.
And there are only two rooms.
"In the period before departure, I have to aggrieve you. There is only this hall."
After He Mo finished speaking, he put down his bowls and chopsticks and left home.
The daily and monthly schedule here is the same as where I came from.
According to the calendar of Nipan Village, there is only half a month left before they leave for the secret place in the back mountain.
Zhou Yuan also put down his bowls and chopsticks. For more than two hundred years, there were thirty people every year, and on average only three people could come out alive.
How many secret treasures similar to the Panlong Token can these three people harvest each time?
Counting ten pieces, that would be more than two thousand pieces over the years.
Counting five, it’s more than a thousand.
No matter how many there are, if three people go out, they should still be able to take a few things with them.
So where are these things stored now?
Zhou Yuan curled up his lips, if his strength was still there, he would not be afraid of an unfair deal.
He actually wasn't very interested in the secret realm at the back of the mountain.
It would be better if we could steal the Panlong Token.
It's a pity that his strength is gone. Whether he enters the back mountain or finds the secret treasure storage place and steals those things, the probability of survival is very small.
"Zhou Yuan! Come with me!"
A few minutes later, Qingyue walked out of her parents' room and waved to Zhou Yuan mysteriously.
She had already changed into her own clothes, but she did not return Zhou Yuan's windbreaker to him.
"Where to go?"
Zhou Yuan stood up and followed Qing Yue.
After walking out of the wooden house, what you can see is that there are hundreds of houses in the village. Except for the rare bamboo house among them, the others are all old wooden houses like Qingyue's house.
It's extremely simple, as if these people have lived here for generations, just to be born, enter the secret realm, and then die as a matter of course.
"The owners of those bamboo buildings are people who came out alive from the secret realm?"
Zhou Yuan followed Qing Yue as he walked on the village road and asked softly.
"You even know this?"
Qingyue said with a smile.
"Is this a reward? The difference between ordinary people is just..."
Zhou Yuan looked at the few bamboo buildings and muttered to himself.
Even if he can come out alive once, no one can guarantee that he can come out alive the second time.
Therefore, the number of bamboo houses in the village has always been only twenty or thirty.
"Zhou Yuan! Do you want to enter the secret realm too?"
Xu Er appeared again.
This time, there were some other people behind him.
They were all about the same age as him, stout men wearing martial arts shorts.
In fact, his age is several years older than Qingyue and about the same as Zhou Yuan.
But judging from his words and deeds, he looks more like an irritable young man of the same age as Qingyue.
"A person like you is also qualified to enter the secret realm? How ridiculous!"
He led six people, walked up to Zhou Yuan, and mocked arrogantly.
"Go away, or else... I'll kill you!"
Zhou Yuan laughed.
He finally understood where the other party's hostility came from.
The energetic young man who only wanted to make a success in this place where there is no place for shit found that he still had a long time before he got the chance.
However, those outsiders can always enter the back mountains as if they have been given special privileges.
Then hostility arose.
In addition, the old man who is as old as a demon, in order to suppress the desire of the people in the village to leave this place, he fabricated the lie that the outsiders are terrifying warriors.
Hostility towards Zhou Yuan has become a very natural thing.