Chapter 49: Famine Mountain Village

[This...how long has it passed, what happened over there? 】

[Stoke a hornet's nest? The village was so quiet just now, how come all the people and ghosts all at once]

"Fuck, what did they do?"

Looking at this battle, the newcomers are all stupid.

How come there is such a big noise after not walking a few steps? Not only did the ghosts come in clusters, but the villagers were all mad, with distorted faces, and they chased up without distinction.

"Don't worry about so much, go to the temple and talk about it!"

Zong Jiu turned his head, and the playing cards on his fingertips made a "rusty" sound in the cold air and sank into the stump with a nail.

The view in the forest is greatly hindered, not to mention that it is still in such a besieged situation.

Everyone's movements are not slow, supporting protective shields supporting protective shields, throwing spells and throwing spells, and there are countless people who recite mantras.

Azan in black curled his eyebrows and looked at the ghosts. For a while, he couldn't tell which belonged to the villagers, which belonged to the leaves, and which belonged to the real evil spirits. So he uttered a few phrases silently on the spot very simply, and released a part of the little ghost in the holy spirit banner.

For a time, the wind and wind were blowing in the woods, and the dead leaves were flying everywhere.

Although they tried their best to avoid a frontal conflict with the villagers, they had no choice but to run faster. A group of people ran wildly, screaming one after another, and ran to the temple in a short while.

It's a coincidence that at this time it was just dawn, and the rickety figure in black robe in front of the temple happened to hold the door handle with water and leaves with a dustpan, and sprinkled it on the ground while cleaning and dusting.

The trainees couldn’t manage so much, they rushed into the temple, hurriedly pulling at the handrails of the temple door, a bunch of people yelled and closed the temple door that had just been opened not long ago, and finally some people paid it. He took out his special props and put a lock on the door.

After the temple door was locked, the entire temple hall was darkened, and only the lotus lamp next to the spiritual position of the mud bodhisattva exuded a faint bright light.

The Yinma looked at their movements, but did not go up to stop her, frowning, "Who are you, how dare you be presumptuous in front of the Bodhisattva?"

Zong Jiuchao Xu Sen gave a look, and the latter went up to negotiate with Yin Po very consciously.

He turned his gaze to the other team.

"Damn, that woman really has a problem."

Cao Hongtao, a B-class old man, yelled at him, "hiss-", and looking down, there was a shocking **** tooth mark on his mouth.

After Zong Jiu and the others asked about the information, the old people's team directly saw that the woman was lying. So they wanted to intimidate and lure the other party to tell the truth. It happened that Cao Hongtao had learned a little bit of interrogation and torture, so he volunteered to step forward.

Killing the npc may cause the entire mission storyline to collapse, but it is okay to let the npc suffer a bit. The old people who have seen strong winds and waves in the infinite loop are not so glorious. As long as they can survive and bypass the rules, why not do it?

Cao Hongtao asked little by little, while paying attention to the change of expression on her face.

This kind of npc fits the background of the times, and has not received professional anti-interrogation training, so it is easy to find flaws.

Soon, Cao Hongtao discovered the doubt.

The preceding includes all the narratives. The old woman guards the bodhisattva soil and eats the bodhisattva soil. She is a good person who is dedicated to the Buddha. She even secretly gave food to the woman. These narratives are not mixed with other moisture.

The problem is how the old woman died. As long as she asks this, she will experience drastic emotional changes. Just as Cao Hongtao was overjoyed and tried to find more information along this clue, the woman suddenly became hysterical in the same place.

"I have told you everything I know, what else do you want!"

Her expression went to extremes, and her voice was sharp, "What about when I'm good, she is the only one in the village who can eat enough to fill her stomach, but later she deserves it?"

Having said this, the woman consciously failed to speak, and immediately closed her mouth again, stupefied that she couldn't ask a word.

Not only that, she became furious under the pressure. She bit Cao Hongtao's hand desperately and shouted for help, which attracted the attention of the villagers, and they had to give up the next questioning.

At first, the newcomers thought this woman was pitiful, but now she is shocked to see that she is not innocent, who is full of lies.

Cao Hongtao borrowed a piece of cloth from others, wrapped up his hands hastily, and looked gloomy, "This village is **** evil."

On the other side, Xu Sen's negotiations were also fruitful.

In the last reincarnation, Yin Po revealed her attitude towards this deserted village in front of them.

So when they came up with enough evidence in this reincarnation, the attitude of the other party did not have too much doubt.

"The old man understands what you mean."

Yin Po said slowly, "Listening to what you said, it is indeed the quickest way to go directly to the old woman's soul and ask questions."

"but--"

She changed the conversation, "There is no way to go overcast during the day, not to mention that tonight is not the night of the full moon. If you want to go, please bring the crimson empty coffin in the back of the hall."

Not only that, a lot of preparatory work is needed if it doesn't fall into the overcast on the night of the full moon.

The others followed the Yin Po's instructions, moving the coffins of the coffins, sweeping the halls of the main hall, and lighting candles.

The hall was dark, and the veil was blown up by the cold wind escaping from the gap.

Outside the temple gate, the chants of the villagers could be heard, and even the sound of a **** chopping on the ground, there was a loud noise, accompanied by a lot of sawdust falling.

"Open the door! Open the door for Lao Tzu!"

"My village has supported this ruined temple for so many years, and I don't even want to open a door?!"

"This yin lady is really fucking. As expected, the village chief was right. She wished to curse our whole village to death like the old lady."

......

The noise outside is endless. After all, this temple is still something that the villagers of Tongbai Village are not afraid of. They are cursing, and they dare not put their hands on the Bodhisattva's feet.

It seems that the temple is still safe for the time being.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After the security issue is resolved, another issue also arises.

The trainees' stomachs once again felt tight and hunger, and the fire began to burn from their chests. The hunger value in the upper right corner is red again.

It has been one night since they last ate, and they experienced a battle royale, and now everyone is hungry so that their chests are pressed against their backs.

Finally an old man couldn't help but said, "Mother-in-law, is there anything to eat in the temple?"

The rickety figure shrouded in black robe slowly said, "In order to pursue bigu, our ascetics eat very simple food. If you don't dislike it, you can go to the back hall where the coffin is placed."

Bigu?

Zong Jiu felt a flash of inspiration flash in his mind, combined with the narration of the previous woman, calling him to be close to the final answer.

When they heard that there was food, the trainees swarmed away, but unfortunately the result was really disappointing.

Because what they brought back was only some of the roughest rice bran, they added up to a handful, not to mention whether they could eat it, even if they could eat it, it would not increase the hunger value much.

But it is so, so many people are staring at the handful of grain chaff, their eyes full of salivation.

The old man headed by Cao Hongtao caught other attention. He swept around, "Do you think there are fruits on the altar? Why don't we secretly..."

"It's better not to." Lin Guoxing frowned. "Senior no.4 said before that there is Buddha's energy in this temple. Although these fruits and vegetables are dry, they are all used for worship, and no one can afford to go wrong."

What to do then?

Having said that, few people looked away from the offering.

No one wants to die. When it's really necessary, who will care about it?

They had to stay in the temple for a whole day.

Now everyone's hunger score has become soaring, and a day means that you have to eat at least two meals.

Even if the bran and fruits are added, it will be enough for four or five people a day. But there were a total of thirty people standing in the temple.

At the other end, several old people have already started arguing about the ownership of that handful of grain chaff, and all of them are blushing. Everyone wants to get more, and verbal conflicts tend to rise to physical conflicts.

The lower-ranked old people even hit their ideas on the bodhisattva soil outside the temple.

"You said, everyone in this village eats, we should be fine if we eat..."

"I want to, well, if it's really a last resort, it can only be like this."

Some people curl their mouths in the dark, their smiles full of pleasure and malice.

This is just the beginning, and it seems that there is still room for choice.

When there is no choice, the hunger value changes from a double digit to a single digit, the footsteps of the **** of death are approaching, and the body and mind are suffering from the double pain of death. The final result will definitely be more interesting.

He is very willing to waste such time to appreciate the look of human beings struggling in the mire of pain.

in particular......

His gaze swept over the white-haired youth standing aside, as if staring at a funny toy.

Zong Jiu frowned.

For no reason, he felt a very uncomfortable sight.

Well, very familiar.

He glanced at the chaos in the temple, calculated it in his heart, and finally stepped forward when the few people who were fighting for the chaff were about to fight.

"Why did you start your hands? Being kind is the most important thing, don't hurt your own people."

When Zong Jiu spoke like this, everyone else looked over.

[23333 They still don’t know that magicians can make food.]

[Laughing to death, when everyone in this temple knows, doesn’t everyone have to kneel down and hug him by thigh and call Dad]

[That is, whoever can make me full, I will call my dad! Dad, I’m a rice dryer, please have another bowl]

The old men sneered, "You care about us? Is it possible that you also want to get a share of the pie?"

The other B-level is even more polite, "I advise you not to be nosy, don't think that you can do whatever you want with the appreciation of that adult."

The white-haired young man sighed and spread his hands, "Oh, I'm obviously here to do business with you."

With that said, his palm turned back and forth, and a big red apple appeared on his palm.

Facing everyone's straight eyes, Zong Jiu touched his chin, "An apple has a thousand survival points. Isn't this price fair?"

other people:"......"

Why don't you grab it!