Chapter 31: Darkness of the Moon and High Winds, Killing Eve
As soon as Wang Quan said the word "sick", the atmosphere suddenly fell into freezing point.
Xin Zihao's face was full of confusion, "Brother Wang Quan, are you kidding us?"
Wang Quan put down his unused chopsticks and said, "Guess~"
Xin Zihao: "..."
There is no need to talk about this anymore.
But Cheng Weihua, who was sitting next to Wang Quan, was already on alert.
He said that he had practiced martial arts, which was indeed true. He had experienced three dungeons before. Except for the newcomer dungeon, he was very lucky in the last two dungeons and went to a world where martial arts flourished.
He also learned some skills from this.
Not to say he is particularly good at fighting, but at least his inspiration has been raised to a certain level.
In Wang Quan, he felt an indescribable sense of eerie fear.
Just the casual glance from him made Cheng Weihua almost flip the table over and get violent.
This is a stress response.
According to what the master said in the previous dungeon, when encountering such a person, the first reaction is not to run.
Instead, you have to give up resistance directly and show that you are not a threat to the other party, and then... it depends on your luck.
Because you are not sure whether the person you meet is actually a human being!
He pretended to be natural and said: "Brother Wang, are you really sick? I'm sorry, I have no other intention. I just think that if you are really sick, it's better to go to the hospital quickly."
"I feel that there is something wrong with my personality. Although I am very healthy and even have six-pack abs, even the doctor said that I am not as healthy as a human being." Wang Quan squinted and said with a smile, "But just
It's weird, you know."
Cheng Weihua wanted to express that he didn't understand, but he couldn't.
Wang Quan didn't pay attention, but looked at Liu Guoping, who had been eating silently, "Master, have we met somewhere? How come we look so familiar?"
Liu Guoping had a kind smile on his face and denied decisively, "No, maybe old men like me all look the same."
"Oh~~ Maybe I saw it wrong." Wang Quan put down the untouched bowls and chopsticks and stood up, "You guys are eating and drinking well. I plan to go around and see if I can find a place to stay overnight.
place, I have to continue my journey tomorrow morning."
At this time, the skinny village chief who had been sitting not far away smoking a cigarette passed by.
He took Wang Quan's arm very enthusiastically and said, "Goodbye, big brother, our village is going to hold a festival in a few days. It happens once every sixteen years! Don't be too busy leaving!"
Hearing him mention the word "festival", Cheng Weihua's eyes darkened inexplicably, but he hid it well so that no one else noticed.
"Festival..." Wang Quan smiled, "I'm interested in this. Maybe I can help your festival here."
He will continue to investigate and investigate the situation in this village.
If everyone in the village is like this...then he has no choice but to administer justice.
A festival, right?
Then it will be lively.
It will shock the heavens, move the earth, and make ghosts and gods cry!
As for the blind date... he has forgotten about it.
A blind date? A blind date!
When you have the power, you don’t uphold justice and still go on a blind date?
That's not possible either, it's mainly just incidental.
And even though I have arrived, I haven’t met a blind date yet.
It's not that Wang Quan is discriminatory, he actually wants to have a rural registered permanent residence, and the conditions in the village are much better than he is in the city.
The main reason is that this poor place is a bit like a poor village within a poor village.
All the old people are short-sighted, looking at what kind of festival this is going to be... and they are so superstitious!
How can a good girl be found in a place like this?
Just like what he said in a spoof short film "China Team Wins the World Cup" he watched more than ten years ago:
"The boy is Serbian and the girl is Bosnian. Who among us likes Bosnia and Herzegovina? Ah? Who likes it?"
Obviously, Wang Quan doesn't like it.
Although he not only likes white skin, he also likes wheat-colored skin, but he probably can't accept that kind of dark tawny color.
This does not mean that he will look down on the other person, of course he respects the other person, as long as he is not in the same relationship.
He is so straightforward and will never hide anything.
And he will observe his words and expressions so that you can't feel it.
So everyone enjoyed getting along with him.
The village chief was overjoyed and said, "Then I will arrange a place for Xie to sleep in the house next to these fellow villagers."
Wang Quan nodded, "Of course."
After that, he said goodbye to Cheng Weihua and the other five, and followed the village chief to a row of empty houses on the left side of the village.
"Brother, they live in the five houses in front. How about living in the sixth one? They can see the sun during the day and there is no wind at night."
The village chief is extremely enthusiastic.
Wang Quan smiled and handed him a cigarette and asked: "Village chief, are there any tourist attractions near our village? Why are there so many empty houses? Or have all the young people gone out to work?"
"The young people are all plowing the fields on the back hill."
The village chief took the cigarette with his skinny hand and put it behind his ear, and continued to smoke his dry cigarette, "We held a festival sixteen years ago, but I heard that it failed. I came here fifteen years ago.
So I’m not sure. This festival must be completed whether it’s life or death!”
He spoke very calmly before, but when he said the last sentence, his expression became much more ferocious.
Wang Quan's expression did not change, he was still gentle and polite.
He was even a little happy.
It would be great if the village chief took action against him now.
He can break through the bottom line of his three views, and then...
But the village chief didn't do that. He just told Wang Quan that there was no electricity in the village, so he should try not to go out at night and rest early, and then left in a hurry.
Wang Quan turned around and was about to go back to the house, when out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of someone in the distance looking at him.
He turned around, only to see that the door of a room diagonally opposite had just closed.
Shrugging, he walked to the door of his house.
This is an ordinary wooden house, probably with a layer of cement on the outside.
There is also a bright red couplet affixed to the door frame.
First couplet: Good weather and good weather will give birth to more children.
Second line: The girl will become a girl when things come naturally.
Wang Quan grinned, tore off a piece of note paper from his bag and wrote a horizontal note right above it:
"Your mother is noble"
Sex of gender.
After looking at it, he was very satisfied and went into the house.
Close the door. This is a house with one bedroom and one bathroom, less than twenty square meters. There is only one window in the house.
Wang Quan put the backpack on the table, opened the zipper, and took out the contents.
Two M1911A1 pistols, one silver and one black.
Four fully loaded magazines.
A bladed dagger with a health slot.
There are also four packets of dasu.
Wang Quan put the dagger into his pocket, opened the hem of his suit, inserted two guns into his waist, and put four magazines into his pocket.
After that, he moved the table and put it against the door. He didn't bother with the window, and lay down on the bed with all his clothes on.
The sky slowly turned dark, and the village chief's voice came from outside the door calling him to eat.
Wang Quan replied, "I will solve it myself" and then rested.
At midnight, he opened his eyes and sat up.
He heard the door opening next to him.
He quietly poked a hole in the papered window with his finger and looked inside.
I saw the old man in the group I saw during the day quietly leaving the house and walking towards the residential house in the distance.
Soon, three other young men also opened the door and quietly hung behind the old man.
They are following him.
Wang Quan squinted his eyes, moved the table, opened the door, and followed.
The fire that was ignited in his heart kept burning, and he kept restraining himself.
But that old man...according to the APP push I saw before, he is a random murderer who relies on his old age to sell his old age, and he is not afraid of the police at all.
After all, he is seventy-six years old.
I didn't expect to meet him here.
Wang Quan licked his lips. The fire in his heart seemed to be cooling down a little tonight.
Moonlight shines into the house through the window paper.
Vaguely, two shadows seemed to be reflected on the wall behind Wang Quan.