I originally thought Zhang Jun was asleep, but when I pressed his back against Zhang Jun's, I realized that the other person's back was tense, and he had obviously been awakened by the violent noise coming in the yard.
Or maybe he wasn't asleep at all.
Also, if you suddenly enter a horror game and find a spiritual tablet or painting in a villager's home, who can be brave enough to sleep peacefully?
The moment the door was pushed open, Duan Youli heard who was in the room and burped in fright.
Then the man tightly covered his mouth.
Burp.
Hiccup, hiccup.
Obviously, hiccups cannot be suppressed.
The "person" who came in was attracted by the sound and walked towards the bed.
As she moved, the heavy chains clattered.
The air in the room became colder and damper, and a faint smell of corroded rust or blood could be smelled at the tip of the nose, making everyone in the room nervous and fearful.
"Ahhh!"
This is the voice of a fat man.
Duan Youli opened a slit in the darkness.
He saw the fat man suddenly jump out of bed, shouting in horror: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me -
There are other people in the house, if you want to eat, you eat them, don’t eat me!”
He was so frightened that he burst into tears and lost control of his urine: "There is also a man in the house with red lips, white teeth, thin skin and tender flesh. Eat him, but don't eat me. I have thick skin and is full of fat..."
Duan Youli blinked, secretly wondering if this thin-skinned and tender meat was referring to him???
The fat man was still caught.
It was stuck to the wall like a dead catfish, making a loud noise.
"Have you seen my scales? Are they beautiful?"
The "person" who suddenly broke in spoke in a low voice. Her voice could not distinguish between male and female, but Duan Youli saw under the bright moonlight that she had hair that reached her waist.
There were many chains wrapped around her body, no wonder she made such a dull and harsh sound.
Fatty doesn’t understand what she’s talking about?
His head was smashed against the wall, and the blood covered his eyes, but he could still see the "monster's" face clearly.
What a beautiful face.
He stared blankly.
Then he was caught again and smashed against the wall.
This blow was much heavier than the first time. All the bones in the fat man's body seemed to be shattered and were thrown to the ground like a pile of dead meat. Blood flowed from his mouth and ears.
"Do you like rain? If it rains, will you dance?"
The fat man took his last breath and replied horrifiedly: "I like it, I like it, I can dance."
He didn't know if his answer satisfied her, so he stared at the indistinguishable and beautiful face with anxiety.
Bang!
The fat man's head was like a watermelon that had been opened, and his limbs were folded together at an extremely uncoordinated and weird angle.
His eyes were wide open and he was breathless.
The sound of heavy footsteps, accompanied by the clatter of iron locks, faded away little by little.
In the cold hut, the smell of blood slowly spread, like a blood-stained mist, covering the remaining few people.
In the early morning, the first ray of light shines in.
The three people in the room opened their eyes almost at the same time.
The frightening first night was finally over.
The fat man is dead.
All the bones and ribs in the body were smashed, leaving large blood stains on the wall, and a lot of dirt from the impact fell on the wall.
The death of the fat man was so tragic that after the first glance, he was unwilling to look at it again. The two women, Zhang Mengqi and Su Ting, saw such a tragic corpse for the first time and couldn't stop vomiting.
Although the body was horrifying, the blood-stained hamburger next to the body was taken away by Kong Yifan.
There are four people in the village chief's family.
It was too late last night, and his two daughters fell asleep in the house and did not come out to meet the guests.
In the morning, the two daughters and their mother prepared breakfast for everyone.
One plate of steamed buns, two plates of wild vegetables, one plate of meatless vegetables, and six bowls of yellow porridge with almost no rice grains visible.
I don’t know if the water used to cook the porridge is the Yellow River water. It is so turbid that it makes people lose their appetite just by looking at it.
Zhang Mengqi looked at the yellow porridge with disgust and couldn't drink it.
But she hasn't had any water since last night, and she is indeed hungry.
He reached out and picked up a steamed bun and started to chew on it.
The more he gnawed, the more he wanted to drink water. He couldn't help but look at the hospitable village chief: "Village chief, is there any water?"
The village chief always had a smile on his face. Even when he saw the fat man's body in the morning, he showed no expression of surprise or fear, as if he had never learned any other expression except laughter.
"In the past few months, there has been no rain in the village, and the rivers in the village have dried up. This is the only water left in our family."
Zhang Mengqi pursed her dry lips: "Then what should I do after drinking all this water?"
The village chief smiled and said: "It will rain."
"How do you know it's going to rain? When will it rain?"
Zhang Mengqi felt a little irritated. Where had she ever eaten such crude food before?
Seeing that she was unwilling to drink the yellow porridge, Mazi directly reached out to take the porridge away. He said in a mean tone: "If you don't want to drink it, I'll drink it. Don't waste it."
Zhang Mengqi glared at him speechlessly, and when she saw him pouring the yellow porridge into an unclean-looking ceramic pot very quickly, she instantly lost the desire to come back.
Mazi's slit eyes looked furtively at the porridge bowls in front of the other people.
The bald man drank wine last night and woke up very thirsty early in the morning.
Although I felt disgusted in my heart, I still picked it up and drank it.
Su Ting took a few sips and then stopped moving.
Mazi naturally poured the yellow porridge in front of her into her own clay pot.
Duan Youli and Kong Yifan were left, each drank half of the drink, and Mazi took the rest and put it into clay pots.
After the village chief finished breakfast, he got a stretcher from somewhere and asked someone to help him carry the fat man out of the house.
No one wanted to carry the dead, and no one wanted to go with the village chief to the barren grave in the back hill of the village.
Finally, Duan Youli and the village chief went.
If you look at the village during the day, you can see it more clearly.
There are more than fifty households in the village. During the day, everyone goes out for activities. When they see the village chief, they greet him warmly and then look at Duan Youli with an unpredictable expression.
Duan Youli guessed that these were game NPCs.
Like the village chief, these NPCs did not show any frightened expressions when they saw dead people, as if the ones being carried on the stretchers were not people, but kittens and puppies.
After burying the body of the fat man with the village chief, Duan Youli asked casually on the way back to the village, "Village Chief, there is a drought in the village, why don't you move elsewhere?"
"It will rain," the village chief said cheerfully, holding a hoe.
It’s this sentence again.
Duan Youli's eyes flashed, thinking of the boss Qinglong prompted by the game's female voice and the long-haired monster he saw last night, an idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
After a moment of silence, he smiled and said: "Village Chief, is there a dragon in our village?"
"Yeah, how do you know?"
"I...when I entered the village last night, I heard what the old man at the entrance of the village said."
The village let out an exclamation and said with a smile: "You said Old Feng, hey, his lame leg was cured by the Qinglong God. The Qinglong God is really the great benefactor of our village!"
ps: Let me reveal that this plane is about the identity of the heroine~