Wang Quan asked curiously: "Can I go to the same mission world twice?"
"It's possible, but it's difficult."
Cheng Weihua obviously didn't want to talk about it, so he brought the topic back on track, "The last time I came here, it must have been sixteen years ago. At that time, there was no village chief in the village, and the stewards were all called high priests. At that time, we...
...I stopped the Evil God Summoning Ceremony, but I actually don’t know that much about this village.”
He pointed to the mountain to the north, "Last time we had someone who was a technology enhancer. He climbed up the mountain wearing an exoskeleton armor and then dropped the hook and chain for us to climb up.
"On the other side of the mountain is the altar, which is about one square kilometer in size. Behind the altar is a very large wind turbine, about three hundred meters high. That thing is the main body.
"At that time, we left after destroying the summoning ceremony. However, we were clearly doing a sneak attack, but there were still many believers who appeared out of nowhere. So I suspect that there is a passage leading to the back of the mountain."
"That's good, but there's a problem." Wang Quan scratched his nostrils, "Since this is your second time here, why doesn't anyone recognize you?
"You said it's okay that the village chief only came to be the village chief fifteen years ago, but what about the others? Why don't they recognize you?"
"That time we all wore the exoskeleton armor of the big tech guy, and our faces were covered by protective masks." Cheng Weihua explained, "And after I came here at noon yesterday, Brother Wang, you see, I also met other people besides the village chief.
Anyone else? Ajiu is not included."
If you are called so close, be careful and I will chop you to death... Wang Quan yawned, "It seems true."
Indeed, after dinner at the village chief's house at noon yesterday, the uncle huddled in the guest room and refused to come out. He took himself up the mountain just by taking the same path.
Xin Zihao and the others were asked to go there even to inquire about the information.
Wang Quan yawned again, rubbed the tears that overflowed from the corners of his eyes, and said lazily: "You said so much, don't you just want to cooperate with me.
"Tell me what you want to do. If it doesn't conflict with my purpose, that's fine. If it's troublesome, forget it. I'm not familiar with you either."
The two of them had a meal together and smoked a few cigarettes.
If this could be considered a friend, then Wang Quan would have friends all over the world.
Cheng Weihua said solemnly: "According to my understanding, this village is one of those relatively backward and ignorant villages. It's not that there is discrimination, but that was the case in many backward places in that era.
"There was no problem here at the beginning. Due to the topography of this village, the backflow wind was quite strong, so it can basically be classified as a disaster.
"Then they prayed to God that the wind would not blow again. You know the backward villages of that era.
“In the end, I don’t know if God showed up and the wind stopped blowing.
"But there's another problem. Officials used to provide electricity here, using wind power generation. Now when there's no wind, there's no electricity.
“Later, I also hired someone to repair the waterwheel, but it failed every time due to accidents.
"So people at that time chose to ask God for help.
"God didn't come, but they brought something else.
"Then it became a town with no way out. Except for a few priests, everyone else was trapped in this small village."
Cheng Weihua touched his pocket but felt lonely.
Wang Quan took out his cigarette and threw one to him.
Cheng Weihua lit up his cigarette, took two puffs, and continued: "You saw it when you came here. There are actually electric lights in the village, but they still use candles and kerosene lamps.
"Ever since that thing came, they gradually became insane. Under the leadership of several village elders, they built the windmill, and then some sensible people sealed the thing next to the windmill.
In the altar.
"Every fifty years, they will choose a girl to become the high priest, and then the high priest will sacrifice a large number of lives to let the monster possess him, so that the wind will blow here again.
"According to our Hellwalker investigation sixteen years ago, this festival happens every thirty years. This time it is almost half of the time. Maybe it's because we destroyed the festival last time."
Wang Quan felt sleepy after hearing this.
Seeing Cheng Weihua stop, he tried his best to clear his eyes, then yawned and asked: "So what do you want me to do? Your mission of 'investigating the truth' should be completed smoothly, after all, you are all
Know.
"Do you want me to help you complete mission two? Just stop that thing from coming. This is quite simple."
There is one thing to say, it is really simple.
The festival requires a lot of life, and what kind of bullshit high priest is needed?
Then if we kill all the people in the village before the festival, wouldn't this task be easily accomplished?
When the time comes, there won’t even be a fart, how can that thing come?
Compared with fighting against the unknown "evil god", it is easier to kill people.
And just those guys in this village...Wang Quan slashed from the east end of the village to the west end of the village without blinking an eye.
And the speed will be very fast, and he won't do it without blinking his eyes.
Cheng Weihua shook his head, "No, this is not what I want to ask you for help with."
He took a long puff of cigarette and gritted his teeth and said, "I want you to do nothing for the time being, and then help me rescue the former high priest at the ceremony."
Wang Quan replied instantly, "I refuse."
Obviously, there was something hidden sixteen years ago. The high priest probably knew Cheng Weihua and had a good relationship.
Wang Quan saw it. He came to this dungeon this time to save the high priest.
So the question is, why does the high priest, who can be called the "village tyrant", need to be rescued?
The answer is obvious, because most likely it was the high priest who possessed the evil god and then sealed himself in the altar.
So rescuing the high priest is equivalent to releasing the evil god first, then separating the evil god and the high priest without letting the high priest die, and at the same time facing the evil god and sealing him again.
Then when you do these things, the whole village will definitely not do it, and most likely they will fight again.
It's like saying that you have to fight with the whole village while also completing the above series of operations.
It would be better to cut down from the east end of the village to the west end of the village, which would be more direct.
And there is no danger to Wang Quan.
Which one is more powerful, the evil god or the ghost bride? The ghost knows!
Wang Quan is not very courageous, so there is no need to do such a thing.
But he still had the guts to do such a thing as hacking to death the scumbags in the village, and he was very brave!
As for whether Cheng Weihua will fall out...does Uncle Wang care?
The worst case scenario is just to kill a few more people.
When the time comes, they will all be chopped down, and then they will run away with the little white hair.
Since the dating app can bring you here, it can definitely take you back again.
As for the mental problem... wouldn't it be enough if he doesn't borrow his power when he returns to normal society?
When he was with Xiao Baimao, he could feel that his spirit was obviously returning to normal.
that's enough.
Create a household registration for Xiao Baimao and send her to school. In five years, she will be twenty, and Wang Quan himself is only thirty-two.
When the time comes, you won’t even have to pay for the bride price as soon as you get the marriage certificate!
And this little village girl was raised by herself!
What a great thing!
Wang Quan is very handsome and has beautiful thoughts.
He glanced at Cheng Weihua and said gently: "I'm not interested in this matter, as long as you don't hinder me, you can do whatever you want.
"But if it hinders me, then I'm afraid you won't have time to think about the high priest."
After that, he turned around and left.
"The high priest is a girl!"
Hearing Cheng Weihua's roar behind him, Wang Quan didn't even bother to turn around.
So? The high priest is your old friend.
Is that none of my business, Uncle Wang’s?
"The high priest sixteen years ago also had gray hair!"
Wang Quan was too lazy to talk to him.
Oh, white hair is just white hair.
It means that Ajiu is the current high priest.
So what, she still had to fetch water for Uncle Wang to wash and warm the bed.
Moreover, the festival cannot be held in this way, as it is imminent to hack the entire village to death.
"The last high priest is also named Feng! She was pregnant with my child sixteen years ago!"
Wang Quan stopped, turned around, and walked back.
He took out his cigarette and put it to Cheng Weihua's mouth, smiling enthusiastically, "Brother Cheng, no, Yue...Uncle Cheng, come on! Smog!"
"As a messenger of justice, I can never sit idly by and watch things like killing human beings for blood sacrifice!"
Wang Quan's chest was pounding loudly, "Tell me! How can the high priest save me?"