Chapter 104 When the koi enters the horror game (7)
Before he could finish speaking, he was punched in the face.
"Clean your mouth for me!"
Duan Youli suddenly got angry and punched. No one expected that Mazi staggered a few steps due to the punch. After holding on to the table and standing firm, he rushed over to fight with Duan Youli.
"Fuck you, do you want to fight? I'm with you, come on!"
He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the wooden stool nearby and was about to hit Duan Youli on the head.
Unexpectedly, the handsome white boy, who usually looks tall and thin, stretched out his hand to grab the leg of the stool he was about to swing. Then, with a fierce kick with his long legs, the pockmark was kicked two meters away.
By the time everyone reacted, Duan Youli had already picked up the wooden stool that fell on the ground and swung it towards Mazi.
Mazi screamed twice in horror, and stretched out his arms to block it in horror. A few seconds later, he felt severe pain from being broken in both arms, and he cried out even more miserably.
But the look he looked at Duan Youli was filled with fear.
He was used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Seeing that Duan Youli was young and fair-skinned, he thought he was weak, but he didn't expect that he would be so ruthless!
Both of his arms were almost broken. He couldn't imagine what would happen if the stool hit his head.
Although Zhang Mengqi also hated pockmarks, when Duan Youli got angry, no matter how powerful he was in swinging the wooden stool over people's heads, it still made her heart tremble.
Duan Youli is usually gentle, polite, and cheerful, but he didn't expect to have such a side.
Zhang Jun looked at Mazi, who was crying miserably with his arms folded, and then at Duan Youli, who was expressionless, licked his dry lips, and said as a peacemaker: "Okay, I believe Brother Duan.
Mazi, you should have some virtue in your mouth. People are dead, so don’t talk dirty about the dead."
"Are you good at it? Have you practiced?" Kong Yifan had just been staring silently, with no thought of stepping forward to try to fight.
As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone remembered the reason why they had gathered here.
"Part-time job as a Sanda coach."
A smile appeared on Kong Yifan's lips, and his attitude towards him was much gentler than usual: "How much of our conversation have you just listened to?"
Duan Youli ignored Mazi, looked at Kong Yifan and roughly repeated what he had just heard: "That's all I heard."
"There is actually a legend about the game Horror Village."
Hearing this, several people turned their attention to Kong Yifan.
Kong Yifan talked about it: "According to legend, Bicun's original name was actually Bu Village. It was a very large village. The people in the village made a living by raising silkworms, making silk, weaving and selling cloth.
However, I don’t know which year started, the rainfall in the village became less and less. Not only this village, but also many surrounding villages suffered from drought. The crops were harvested and all the silkworms were dead.
The villagers all began to pray to the sky for rain, but the sky did not grant their wishes. One year, not even a drop of rain fell in the village. Not to mention the livestock and silkworms, people had no water to drink, and countless people died of thirst!
The ponds and wells in the village have dried up, and some people have begun to migrate away from their hometowns.
But there are also some people who have not left their homes where they have lived for most of their lives.
Among these people are old people who are nostalgic, young people who don't have enough water and food to support themselves until they find a new home, and some people with "bad intentions".
More and more people migrated and died, and the village became colder and quieter. Many crows smelled the smell of carrion and flew into the village, pecking at the carrion and hovering on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.
Never leave for a long time.
Animals are all spiritual, because they know that people will die in the village.
Have you ever drank human blood?
When you are extremely thirsty, you will lose your sense of taste and smell. There is no difference between blood water and well water. One is clear and colorless, and the other is thick and bright red.
The scoundrels who stayed in the village began to pick on women, children and children who had no strength to restrain themselves and no men at home, skinning them and drinking their blood. They were like cold-blooded beasts.
The cruel reality eats away at people's sanity bit by bit.
But at this moment, a ray of light walked into this lifeless village.
The immortal used his magic to move the clouds and spread the rain. Dark clouds suddenly appeared over the village, thunder roared loudly, and after several booms, the long-awaited sweet rain fell down for the villagers.
The surviving villagers burst into tears of gratitude, sang and danced in the rain, and knelt to thank the gods for their kindness.
The range of the immortal's spells was limited, and the rain could not protect all the villages, so the survivors of the surrounding villages that had been hit by the drought crowded into the village.
They knelt down three times a day, begging the immortal not to leave and to save their lives.
The immortal was hindered in his steps. He cast spells to rain every day, and his magic power gradually ran out.
But the human heart will never be satisfied.
At first, the immortal took pity on an old woman who had been blind for many years and had to raise her granddaughter alone, making it difficult for her to farm. So he reached out and touched her eyes to give her light.
The news spread like wildfire in the village.
Healing legs, treating heart diseases, curing asthma, curing wind and cold, curing epilepsy... More and more people come to the immortal for treatment.
The fairy looked at the simple and painful faces, and she really couldn't say no. She thought, she is a fairy, and gods want to help people in trouble.
So she tried her best to treat everyone who came to her door asking for help.
In order to save mana for rain, the immortal quietly pulled off his beautiful dragon scales and used the dragon scales and flesh as medicine to cure the villagers' illnesses.
The accident happened one early morning.
A short and thin man carried a dirty baggage and walked a long way, and finally arrived in Bucun. He had a sallow complexion and white lips. As soon as he reached the foot of the big locust tree, he passed out from thirst.
The villagers sent him to the gods and naturally begged the gods to save his life.
But they found that the immortal was missing, and there was a blood-stained green dragon entrenched in the house.
The green dragon lay dying on the ground, its scales glowing slightly, flickering, and most of the scales on the dragon's body had peeled off, revealing its red texture and ferocious flesh.
Qinglong told the villagers that she was a god.
But her mana is now exhausted and she can't even maintain her human form. It will take at least three months for her to return to her human form.
The villagers were both frightened and in awe.
They followed the instructions of the Green Dragon God, carefully pulled out a slightly brighter dragon scale from her tail, cooked a bowl of soup, and fed it to the unconscious short and thin man.
The man woke up soon, ran to the water tank, buried his head in it and had a drink, and then excitedly told the villagers that the people in their village were also migrating here.
Since the arrival of the Dragon God, Bucun has become famous in seven miles and eight villages. After hearing the news, many people from neighboring villages came. It is not surprising for a village like Hanzi that the entire village migrated to Bucun.
But no one expected that a month later, an epidemic would break out in the village.
There were many more crows perching on the old locust trees at the entrance of the village, and their crows made people restless, panicked and frightened.
The disease attacks rapidly. Those who are affected will have high fever, shortness of breath, and retching for two days, and then die of cardiac arrest.
No one wants to die!
They squeezed into the house where the gods lived, greedily coveting the dark scales on the dragon's body.
There are still two months until Dragon God can regain his mana.
But they will die before that time comes!
The Dragon God still has so many scales on his body. He only needs one, and one is enough. The Dragon God will not blame himself. Saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!
Everyone thought so, and everyone did it.
The scales were peeled off the body alive, and the heart-rending pain made the Dragon God wake up from her weak sleep. She looked at the hands on the dragon's body in disbelief.
Greedy, surprised, decisive, peeling off her scales forcefully.
Blood dripping, flesh and blood rolled.
Some people couldn't wait to go back and make soup, so they directly stuffed the scales mixed with dragon blood and dragon meat into their mouths, chewed them vigorously, and raised the corners of their mouths in a weird and exciting arc!
Dance!
I don’t have to die! I’m eating dragon scales! Hahahahaha!
The Dragon God looked in disbelief. She flicked her tail angrily, and the villagers who peeled off her dragon tail scales were instantly thrown away.
She breathed out another breath of dragon breath, and the villagers who tore off the scales under her neck also screamed in horror, and were thrown out of the house by a hurricane.
The Dragon God had lost her magic power. A breath of dragon breath and a flick of her tail made her whole body hurt as if her bones were cracking. Not to mention that hundreds of villagers tore off so many protective dragon scales in the blink of an eye.
She was like a lame tiger with its teeth pulled out, struggling to escape, but behind her was a group of hyenas chasing after her. They bared their teeth, grinned, and salivated greedily.
The soft body that had lost its hard dragon scales was easily penetrated by the gravel on the ground. The wound was cut even larger by the sharp stone, and it bled gurglingly, drawing a shocking and winding blood mark on the ground.
Help me, who will save me?
Help me, no, no...
ah!
The huge dragon's tail was stabbed by the rake, and blood spilled out. When the villager holding the rake saw that he had been hit, his face showed ecstasy. He pressed the rake down and pulled it into his arms.
Puff puff puff.
Large pieces of dragon scales and flesh on the dragon's tail were scraped off by rakes.
Immediately people swarmed to grab it.
Mine, don't take my dragon scales! I shaved them off!
Don't let this dragon get away. Dragons are full of treasures, but not only dragon scales can save lives.
I heard that eating dragon meat can lead to immortality, and a dragon tendon is worth thousands of gold!
Quick, catch the green dragon. With this green dragon, we will be successful!
They seemed to have forgotten that without this green dragon, they would have died long ago.
Someone come and save me. It hurts so much. It hurts so much.
Help me, help me, it really hurts...
No one paid attention to Qinglong's pleas for help and painful moans.
The villagers fought for her flesh and dragon scales with red eyes. They came at her with various farm tools and sticks used for digging and weeding, scraping the dragon scales, digging out the dragon meat, peeling the skin and cramping!
The crows were circling above everyone's heads, like the cold god of death from hell, coldly scorning the cruel and absurd scene."
After Kong Yifan finished speaking, you could hear needles dropping in the room.
Zhang Mengqi bit her lower lip with an angry expression: "How could these villagers do this? Isn't Qinglong their savior? But they repay kindness with hatred!"
"Isn't the Qinglong in this story the big boss mentioned in the game?" Zhang Jun asked.
"Yes, this green dragon is the key to us passing the game."
Kong Yifan glanced at Duan Youli, saw that he looked a little dazed, and asked, "What are you thinking about?"
Duan Youli frowned slightly, and the "monster" covered in chains that he saw on the first night appeared in his mind. He paused and said, "What happened to that green dragon?"
Mazi's arm was still hurting, and he deliberately choked when he heard this: "What else can I do? Skin and cramps, bones and scales removed, and flesh and blood shared by so many people, of course he will die!"
Duan Youli ignored him and looked at Kong Yifan.
Kong Yifan frowned and said, "He must be dead. The game background ends here."
"But that night, I saw many chains tied to Qinglong's body.
She seems to be trapped by something. Maybe the condition for clearing the game is not to destroy the Qinglong, but... to rescue the Qinglong."
"It's not impossible," Kong Yifan said his guess: "This green dragon died with resentment, abandoned immortality and became a demon at the last moment, and has powerful magic power.
It's impossible for us ordinary mortals to kill Qinglong. We can only kill these NPCs who did evil in the first place. When Qinglong's resentment dissipates, maybe the game will cease to exist."
"But is it really possible with just a few of us?"
Zhang Jun's lips were chapped and his voice was hoarse and deformed.
Mazi hurriedly said: "Don't count me, I can't even beat this pretty boy, how can I kill the NPC in this village?
Besides, you are all just guessing. Who knows whether you can get out after killing all the people in the village?"
"You're just lazy and don't want to do anything, so you're taking advantage for nothing!" Zhang Mengqi glanced at him speechlessly: "If you had the ability, you would die in the game.
You’re going to die anyway!”
Mazi was indeed dead, but Zhang Mengqi felt very unhappy when he said these words.
His expression changed, and he said obscenely: "Young girls are very good at talking! You've done it to your boyfriend, haven't you?"
When Zhang Mengqi heard this, her face flushed with anger and she stamped her feet: "You are sick! How shameless!"
Mazi smiled and said with a lewd look: "Yes, yes, I am sick. Not only am I sick, I also have water. Do you want to drink it?"
How about you sleep with me and I'll give you and your boyfriend a mouthful of water?"
"Dream! If I sleep with you, I might as well die!"
Zhang Mengqi was so angry that she said in a vicious voice: "People like you deserve to be beaten. You are so mean. Why didn't you die on the first night?"
"Okay Qiqi, don't be like him."
Kong Yifan gave Mazi a meaningful look: "I'll exchange hamburgers for some water, will you exchange it?"
Mazi smiled mischievously: "Hey, I won't change it. If you use your girlfriend to exchange it, I will change it. No need to talk about it other than that!"
Zhang Mengqi stamped her foot again and looked at Kong Yifan angrily: "Stop talking to him, it's so disgusting. I have never seen such a disgusting and vile person in my life!
The water in his clay pot is dirty and smelly, I don’t want to drink it!”
When Zhang Jun heard the word "water", his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Wait a little longer, I heard from the village chief that it will rain tomorrow morning.
By then, we will all have water to drink."
The rain came earlier and more rapidly than the village chief expected.
The huge bright moonlight hung above my head.
Countless thin and long lines hung down from the sky, and soon they wetted the locust trees and crow feathers. The strange and harsh crows of crows could be heard in the quiet mountain village.
Suddenly, a bolt of thunder and lightning flashed through, illuminating the entire village like daylight.
The rain intensified, and the raindrops rushed to fall. The night sky was like a broken faucet, and the rainwater fell to the ground with a loud popping sound.
"It's raining, it's raining!
It’s raining, there’s water to drink!
Finally there is water to drink. Go get a basin and bowl to get the water.
We can be saved! The village can be saved!"
The entire village seemed to have come alive because of the rain. The villagers all came out of their homes happily, holding various ceramic pots and pots that could catch water.