From Song Yiyuan's point of view, with Mo Qing's combat power, it was no problem to deal with one or two monsters.
He was not worried that Mo Qing would suffer a loss at all.
But when he saw Mo Qing fighting the monster for many rounds and still not gaining the upper hand, he gradually realized something was wrong - the monster seemed to be as ridiculously powerful as Mo Qing.
The two of them were indistinguishable for a while.
Seeing that half of the kitchen was about to be destroyed, Song Yiyuan was impatient, but he could not intervene in a fight of this level.
As he was walking around, he noticed that the monster avoided the burning wood scattered on the ground. Suddenly, he had an idea and pulled out a burning log from the stove and hit the monster directly on the back of the head.
The monster immediately let out a "wow", turned its head and saw the wood in Song Yiyuan's hand, and a look of fear immediately appeared on its face.
"Give me!"
Mo Qing shouted to Song Yiyuan.
She found the backpack that had been thrown aside, dug into the side pocket, and found a piece of chocolate.
"This fog will probably dissipate at noon." Mo Qing felt a headache when he saw the white fog all over the village. "Go around the village in the afternoon and see if you can find Abu or other monsters. Then we will do some research."
Song Yiyuan rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers.
——Do the monsters in the village have anything to do with her race?
"This is the only food left. If you don't eat it, it will be gone." Song Yiyuan said.
"Yeah. So there must be people who can read in this village. If there are people who can read, there will be books." Mo Qing shrugged, "It's just that they were either destroyed or hidden."
"Other rooms are like this." Song Yiyuan added, "I even went to those collapsed houses and there were no personal belongings. I guess that before the owners moved out, they took away their personal belongings -
Or dealt with it."
Song Yiyuan quickly stood up: "I'm with you!"
"I heard that Mrs. Shen once made a medicine man and wanted to use it for herself." Song Yiyuan said.
He brought a small bottle of kerosene and checked the lighter on his body before following Mo Qing.
The two walked along the path, passed through the yard, and finally saw the whole house.
"It's a few years old," Mo Qing said, "but at least it proves that they need to farm. There is a kitchen, which proves that they need food. So there must be fields in the village, but it has been too long and the fields have been left uncultivated."
"How do you know he didn't think of ordering anything?"
"Do you know why I came here?" Mo Qing asked.
After fighting against the monsters just now, she became more and more certain that the combat power of these monsters could compete with hers.
Mo Qing, who was fascinated by the empty wooden box, suddenly said: "I didn't take it with me."
Not even personal clothes.
"What does it have to do with Chi Shi?"
"The Collection of One Hundred Poisons." Song Yiyuan said, "It is said that your "Collection of One Hundred Poisons" is in Xiwu Village. There should be a basis for her persistence. According to our initial guess, there should be people who are good at medicine living in Xiwu Village.
A capable person."
"Is there any more?" Song Yiyuan asked eagerly.
"He is our companion. If he remembered something, why didn't he tell us?" Song Yiyuan never doubted Chi Shi, but his mood became more and more complicated.
"How about you go inside and rest for a while? It might be better in two hours," Song Yiyuan said.
This building was quickly visited.
Song Yiyuan shouted something, interrupting Mo Qing's attention.
"How to say?"
Mo Qing observed the surrounding situation and replied absently.
The village seems to be independent from the world.
"That's the situation."
"yes."
During the few days here, I really suffered from "hunger and cold".
Song Yiyuan: "Yeah."
Song Yiyuan slowly exhaled and allowed himself to accept the fact before him.
She slowly put the wooden cover back on.
Song Yiyuan calmed down for a while.
He rubbed his hands: "I'm just guessing. You are a medical saint and you know more about it than me."
"So fantastic?"
Mo Qing raised his eyebrows: "It's not a fantasy, right? Jiang Ke said that if Xiwu Village is really found through fog, then the fog will most likely affect the magnetic field, which will cause Xiwu Village to disappear on the map.
's strange phenomenon."
Song Yiyuan paused and analyzed: "This may be some kind of custom."
"Um."
——This is the first time she has seen a creature of this level.
The room was a little dark and the vision was not good, so Mo Qing turned on the flashlight.
Song Yiyuan explained: "Isn't that monster afraid of fire? Kerosene is flammable, so bring some insurance."
Song Yiyuan added: "Even if they are really illiterate and don't need to go to school, the villages where generations have taken root here don't even have an ancestral hall! It's simply outrageous."
He became even more confused: "So, why don't you keep any personal belongings?"
"Is this the porridge you carefully made?" Mo Qing walked over, looked down into the pressure cooker, and frowned.
Mo Qing had just opened the wooden lid on the earthen pot in the kitchen and turned around when he heard the sound: "Can't you see a book?"
They all brought their bags, and they didn’t put anything to eat in their bags... This was also the first time he saw them.
He had an ominous premonition.
For a long time, Mo Qing couldn't help but yawn.
The monster had an obvious reaction to the flames and avoided Mo Qing's attacks. After shaking twice, it finally disappeared.
Walking inside is another room with a wardrobe, a bed and several wooden boxes, but there are no quilts on the bed, only an empty shelf, and there are only two sets of old quilts in the wardrobe.
Mo Qing finally understood what Song Yiyuan meant when he said "no personal belongings at all".
It cannot be turned into rice, nor can it be called porridge.
Mo Qing paused for a few seconds: "My opinion is that if it is a private collection of books, it will most likely be destroyed. But books that need to be passed down are most likely to be hidden somewhere."
Not much gain.
Song Yiyuan whispered: "I've found everything I need to find..."
"The door is locked, but it's rusty. It can be opened with a push." Song Yiyuan demonstrated to Mo Qing and opened the door directly.
The two of them talked as they came to the old house.
As the only habitable house in the village, this house is not severely decayed and has complete furniture and items. It is just thickly dusty and has a dull musty smell in the air.
Song Yiyuan only felt the cold wind blowing on the back of his neck, making it chilly.
Mo Qing replied.
Song Yiyuan lowered his head in frustration.
Everything is quiet.
"I've never seen it." Mo Qing said calmly, "Aren't you a genius doctor? Can you express your opinion?"
Unexpectedly, this "last meal" turned over immediately.
Song Yiyuan was stunned for a long time: "Then we can only go out when there is fog?"
Song Yiyuan thought: "Want to look for it?"
"I don't know how you and Chi Shi got in, but being able to get in must have something to do with the fog." Mo Qing said, "Jiang Ke and I agreed that to enter Xiwu Village, we must pass through the fog. So there is no fog.
When we arrived, we couldn't find it according to the map, but we followed the route in the fog and got here smoothly."
"...Unfortunately, there is a blind spot in knowledge." Song Yiyuan sighed.
He looked around and found a rag. Finally, with the help of tools, he rescued the pressure cooker from the fire.
"If you want to make medicine, there is no need to go to great lengths to erase the traces of the villagers' lives." Mo Qing said, "Besides, what is the need for a place like this to be isolated from the rest of the world?"
"Abu will go back after dark at the latest." Song Yiyuan was still worried about the monsters around the village. "The monsters are too powerful. I think it is better for us to wait for rescue."
The bamboo bed and octagonal table were empty.
"..."
"Can't we still eat grass?"
Mo Qing said casually.
She tilted her head and looked at the road in front of the house: "I'll go to the village first."
Before it could be torn open, Song Yiyuan came over.
"But didn't he lose his memory?"
"Let's take a casual look first," Mo Qing said.
The pressure cooker has a "rough skin and thick flesh", so if you drop it once or twice, nothing will happen.
She's looking for her.
"Let me ask you," Song Yiyuan was confused, "Didn't you just say that your personal belongings were not taken away - how did you know?"
Mo Qing's frown relaxed, as if he had just come to his senses: "What?"
Looking at the pressure cooker again, Song Yiyuan reluctantly said: "How can I say...it can be eaten, right? In short, it is cooked."
Song Yiyuan's expression gradually became serious.
"No." Mo Qing gave him a strange look, "I just want to make you less anxious."
The cap had long since fallen off, and the pressure inside the pressure cooker had almost completely deflated. Song Yiyuan opened it easily, but he was filled with joy. After seeing the food in the pressure cooker, he immediately fell to the bottom.
"If you want to eat, you can eat."
"If we can't get out, won't we starve to death?" Song Yiyuan frowned.
Song Yiyuan thought about it and felt that what she said made sense.
Of course, he didn't say - since the monster's combat power is 50/50 that of Mo Qing, it may not be safe for him to follow Mo Qing, so it would be safer to bring another layer of insurance.
At the same time, he said his own thoughts: "Don't you think it's weird? You won't take away all your personal belongings when you move, but the whole village will handle it uniformly - why is it necessary? Want to completely eliminate traces of your existence? Also, don't you
You know how outrageous it is, I searched everywhere and couldn’t find a book! Are they all illiterate?”
After taking a step forward, he thought of something again, ran to the small table, lifted up the kerosene lamp, and blew out the candle - he had to use kerosene sparingly.
"..."
The wooden box is also empty.
Song Yiyuan nodded.
"Then ahead is another house that I told you can still be occupied by people." Song Yiyuan raised his hand and pointed forward.
Mo Qing looked at him again.
Mo Qing stood up.
He was born well, and from childhood to adulthood, no matter how hard he endured, he never suffered from hunger.
Song Yiyuan didn't nod or shake his head, but stared at her closely.
Entering the restaurant on the right, the first thing you notice is a single bamboo bed, an octagonal table, and an old-fashioned cabinet. There are only three items that were common in rural areas in the past.
Mo Qing came to a collapsed house along the gravel road covered with weeds and stopped.
He said respectfully: "I haven't used this kind of pressure cooker very often. I guess the water was put in the wrong way."
But the meaning is very clear.
There are some dishes and chopsticks in the cupboard - the same style as those in the house where Song Yiyuan is currently staying.
Mo Qing turned back.
Mo Qing did not answer directly, only said: "Chi Shi may have another way."
He looked as if he didn't believe Song Yiyuan.
"The possibility of your speculation is not impossible, but it is very low."
Mo Qing asked strangely, as if he had lost his memory.
Song Yiyuan quickly threw the wood to Mo Qing.
"No."
"The devil knows."
Mo Qing broke the chocolate into pieces and gave half of it to Song Yiyuan.
Mo Qing said without hesitation: "You can eat it."
"what ever."
Mo Qing glanced at him: "You should think about saving yourself."
"explain."
"Isn't he very familiar with Abu? Maybe he knows something."
Mo Qing nodded in agreement.
Mo Qing lost his appetite just by looking at it.
After a long time, he said: "So, in the current situation... we cannot leave Xiwu Village when there is no fog. If we want to leave, we can only choose when there is fog. However, monsters will attack us in the fog.
.”
"Ah - my porridge!"
The yard was overgrown with weeds, and the yellow withered grass was rooted in the ground and grew one or two meters high, blocking the way in. But the last time Song Yiyuan came, he stepped on a path with his feet.
"Did you see the hoes, poles, and barrels over there?" Mo Qing pointed to a row of production tools against the wall.
Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan decided to go west and take a look at the earliest architectural remains of the village.
It's all mushy rice inside.
She looked around and said slowly: "Then you have to ask him."
"Um."
Song Yiyuan stopped as soon as he reached the point.
Looking around, Mo Qing frowned: "There's nothing."
"I don't know. I feel like I haven't taken it with me." Mo Qing loosened the lid of the wooden box and put it back on. She said casually, "Let's look for it again."
Fortunately, Song Yiyuan had a good temper and did not get angry with Mo Qing, but kept up with her pace.
Mo Qing lazily raised his eyelids and did not talk to him.
Mo Qing told Song Yiyuan about his experiences in the past few days and the process of entering Xiwu Village.
"Yes, there are no personal belongings at all." Song Yiyuan pushed open the wooden door to the living room and clapped his hands, "The daily necessities are all neatly arranged, as if they were specially taken care of when leaving."
"It's quite grand." Song Yiyuan agreed, "It covers a larger area and has a yard. Although the house is empty and no one lives in it, it doesn't get old that fast. I suspect that the person who lived there before was at least a
Village official."
"Did I say that?"
"Yes," said Song Yiyuan, who had been a teacher and was extremely sensitive to books. "Not only were there no books, there were no buildings similar to schools in the village, and there was no text at all - not counting the three words at the village entrance. But look at them
The architectural planning is all very orderly and there is no culture at all, how can you do it?"
She said nonchalantly: "I observed it when I came here. There are abundant resources near the village. There is a lot of food to eat. It will be no problem after ten days and a half. Besides, spring is coming, and the products will only be more abundant."
Mo glanced at him sideways and said nothing.
Song Yiyuan: "..." Thank you, I am even more anxious.
Mo Qing looked at the fog gradually dissipating in the village, his brows unconsciously becoming solemn.
"This monster is actually afraid of fire." Song Yiyuan caught up two steps and looked around, a little unbelievable, "But Abu is not afraid. I never see Abu avoid it every time I cook."
Mo Qing said: "It's more elegant than where you live."
Mo Qing looked at him strangely.
"Is there a possibility that there is a perverted doctor in Xiwu Village who wants to train such a medicine man, so he turns the whole village into those around him——"
"...It's hard to disagree."
Mo Qing responded, but took a flashlight and slowly started to look around.
Song Yiyuan was startled: "What?"
He couldn't help but put his hand on the back of his neck and rub it.
There is a meter-high earthen wall outside the yard, and the entrance is a wooden fence, which is now decayed.
Just because there was not enough rice left to make a meal, Song Yiyuan wanted to make it into porridge, so that he could finally have a meal.
There are no calendars or posters on the wall.
"Do you still remember why Mrs. Shen insisted on entering Xiwu Village?" Mo Qing asked.
*
Around eight o'clock in the morning, the sky gradually became brighter and the fog dispersed a little, but the surrounding village was still completely white.
"What do you mean?" Song Yiyuan suddenly realized something was wrong and asked quickly, "Where's Jiang Ke? Where's Huos? Aren't they outside to respond?"
Although there was still fog lingering in the village, Mo Qing could still see the outline.
Song Yiyuan's face was confused.
Song Yiyuan was stunned for a moment after hearing this. He raised his hand and rubbed his cheek, his eyes widened.
Song Yiyuan said as he walked: "I have an idea, do you want to listen to it?"
Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan sat on the small bench, looking at each other.
"..." The more Song Yiyuan listened, the more he felt something was wrong, "Hiss, no, what do you mean, you still want to stay here forever?"
"No more." Mo Qing threw his backpack directly to him, "I don't have much food in my bag. I have to ask Jiang Ke for some."
The air was still a bit cold, and it was pervasive from all directions. Song Yiyuan was shivering in his jacket, but when he saw Mo Qing, he didn't even frown and straightened his waist, holding on.
"..."
Song Yiyuan ran towards the destroyed earthen stove. He first reached out to grab the pressure cooker, but was quickly burned and retracted his hand.
He found that Mo Qing had been standing still, and took a few steps toward her strangely: "Why don't you leave? Did you find anything?"
"I feel..."
Mo Qing stared at the ruins in front of him, and then looked at the road next to him.
She murmured: "It seems like I have been here before."
