Ning Que approached the door and it slowly opened. The heavy iron door was covered with mottled rust and many unknown dents, which must have been caused by impact.

When Ning Que came in, he turned around and found that the door had closed very quickly. This action confused everyone. It was like a 10-year-old old man with a cane walking slowly towards the discounted products in the mall and running faster than you.

The players looked at the door in front of them and stood there, neither knowing whether to go in nor to leave.

A man with a crew cut and wearing a windbreaker looked at the door, took out a gun, and started firing at the door. A burst of white smoke quickly gathered, and then after the white smoke dissipated, the door was still the same as before, but with a few more holes.

Then all kinds of things hit it, and the door seemed to have swallowed everything and didn't react at all.

Ning Que glanced at the group of "outsiders" knocking on the door, tilted his head and asked the upside-down old man, "Uncle, should we wait for them?"

The old man was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "Put me down first." After putting me down, he touched his waist habitually, but found that it was empty. He felt a little disappointed, took out something from his arms, clenched it tightly in his hand and didn't let others see it, as if he was afraid that it would be snatched away.

Ning Que glanced at the old man's actions and asked, "Why are you afraid that I'll snatch it away?"

Old Man: ...Isn’t it?

The two were silent for a long time, and suddenly the old man spoke timidly again, "Can you contact them outside? All of you fellow hikers who came here together."

Ning Que looked at him, silently took out a loudspeaker from his pocket, turned it up, patted it, and handed it over.

The old man didn't care about so many things any more. If he was any later, something bad would happen. He raised the loudspeaker and shouted. As a result, a huge sound wave came out of the loudspeaker, which scared the old man so much that he sat down on the ground.

So, they began to communicate in their strange ways.

Yuan Ye touched the knife in his hand and said, "Bleeding? Just a little blood." After saying that, he cut his hand, and after some blood accumulated, he splashed it towards the door.

At this time, the rust on the door slowly squirmed and absorbed the blood, then lay dormant there. The door still stood there quietly, motionless.

Player: ...

Yuan Ye looked at the door and asked, "Not enough blood?" Then all the players looked at each other, and their eyes began to become unfriendly.

After waiting for a while, Ning Que glanced at the quiet outside the door and pulled the old man, "I'm tired, let's go!"

Then he half-carried and half-dragged the old man inside.

The last player to come in was one less, and four men and three women walked in, looking at the empty entrance.

Uh, didn't the old man say that after we get in, no, according to the dungeon process, shouldn't we be provided with food and lodging? At least the first night's meals should be arranged, even if they may not eat them.

The wind blew up the fallen leaves, and every household had their doors tightly closed, and there was deathly silence.

Lu Shi looked at the houses that were less than a hundred meters away and was a little confused. "There are people every few steps. Can't I just find a house at random?"

One of the girls, wearing a tight-fitting outfit, touched her headset and kindly reminded, "It's best not to wander around. If you trigger anything, even the gods can't save you."

Lu Shi looked into the distance and stayed here silently. Several players here began to discuss the arrangements for the evening.

Over here, Ning Que, holding Dandan, moved directly into the old man's house. In the kitchen, a table was filled with food. An old lady was setting the dishes on the table. She looked up and saw that only three people had just entered, one of whom was her husband. "Didn't you say you were going to pick them up? Why are there so few people?"

The smoke-blackened walls and the faint red glow of charcoal in the ashes were full of the smell of fireworks, and a piece of bacon was hung on the ceiling.

Ning Que's eyes narrowed immediately upon seeing the old woman. "Hello, Auntie! My name is Wu Lan, and this is my son, Wu Yong. Yongyong, come on, call me Auntie."

Dandan: Before the day was up, I was awarded two names

Fortunately, this little guy was also very smart. After calling out sweetly, he immediately got off Ning Que and leaned next to the old lady, making the wrinkles on her face curl into a flower.

The old man quickly stepped forward to stop them, "Oh, they are not, they are from outside."

The old lady immediately protected Dandan behind her, "What's wrong with that? Isn't the Wu family from our family? Aren't they related to us? Aren't you from the Wu family? What's the problem? I like this kid."

Then she carried Dandan to a small bamboo chair in the kitchen and said, "Be good, I'll make you something delicious. Just tell me what you want to eat."

Then he immediately washed the water and boiled the pot again, took out some snacks from the small basket on the top and stuffed them into Dandan's mouth, and Dandan handed them to Ning Que. Ning Que stroked his head and looked at the table full of brightly colored Manchu-Han banquet, his eyes gradually becoming empty.

When I was halfway through my meal, something suddenly popped out from a wooden groove on the cupboard. It was a black object and I couldn't see what it was.

Old Master Wu stood up and tightly shut all the doors and windows, covering them with black cloth. The pungent kerosene lamps in the room cast the shadows of the four men on the black cloth and the wall, stretching each shadow into a long, strange shape. The whole room felt like a solemn mourning hall, and they were the wandering souls within.

The fierce roar outside was drowned out by the voices inside the house. As the night deepened, a red rope was quietly wrapped around Dandan and Ning Que, hidden under the big red flower quilt.

This night is not peaceful.

Early in the morning, Ning Que and Dandan drank millet porridge and ate pancakes, waiting for Old Man Wu, who had gone out mumbling early in the morning, to pick up the group of players outside.

At this time, when the six lonely players were brought back like stray dogs, Lu Shi saw Ning Que sitting there leisurely drinking porridge, rushed over, and knocked the bowl to the ground with a raised hand.

The celadon bowl hit the ground and instantly broke into four or five pieces. The uneaten millet porridge mixed with the dust on the ground, like a pool of vomit.

There was one less person in the group, three men and three women, each with deep eye bags and dark circles, exuding a decadent aura.

Lu Shi placed his hands on the dining table, his face close to Ning Que's, his tone filled with panic and fear. "How dare you eat here? Do you know what we went through last night? You should have been waiting for us over there with that old man. It's all because of you that one of us died."

He was like a mad beast, fear was like a collar tightly strangling his neck.

Ning Que took Dandan down from the small chair next to him and set him aside. Then he stood up suddenly, pinched and pulled with both hands, pressing Lu Shi's entire upper body onto the table. It was gentle and indifferent, but it made people shudder. "What does that have to do with me? It's you who can't get in. Oh, right, speaking of the dead, did you also have to have someone die in order to get in? I'm much better than you."

Ning Que looked up at the other players who were enjoying the show, and continued to say to Lu Shi, who was lying on top of him, "Baby, as an experienced person, I have some advice for you. It seems like you're the only newbie here right now, so be careful not to be used as a tool by those veterans. Oh, and one more thing, don't come and cause trouble for me."

Then she patted him lightly on the face and threw him out.

Ning Que squatted down and asked Dandan, "Are you full?" When Dandan nodded to indicate that he was full, he took his hand and went out with him. He also kindly reminded them, "Be polite when staying at someone else's house, otherwise you might lose your life without even knowing it."

Yesterday she saw Grandma Wu put the dishes on the table back into the cupboard on the second floor intact. She was really curious whether the dishes would be the same tonight.

The sunlight outside was very warm, and it made me feel warm on my body. I had not been basking in the sun for long at the gate of the yard when I saw an uncle pushing a cart with a dead body lying on it.

He saw Ning Que and the child standing there, and he was a little wary, "Wu..."

Ning Que opened all the gates for him to facilitate her pushing the cart in. As he did so, he said, "Uncle, what are your names? I'm their niece, Wu Lan, and this is my son."

When he heard it was a relative, his expression changed instantly. The original vigilant and alert expression disappeared quickly, as if the face was replaced at close range. "Oh, Wu □□'s niece, how come you have time to come back during this period of time?"

"Oh, I happened to have something to do here, so I came here a few days early and came back to visit."

"That's right, it's time to come back and take a look."

After Ning Que entered, "Uncle! Aunt!"

The uncle turned the cart upright, and the body slid down, hitting the ground with a thud. "Wu □□, hurry up and get out. The things are here."

"You Yuan frog, don't I need time to come out?" Old Master Wu came out cursing and put his hand on his shoulder, "Come in and have a drink of water, we'll talk later!"

When the uncle stepped over the threshold, he saw the players sitting there eating. His smiling face instantly became serious. He took a porcelain bowl from Grandma Wu with a wooden face, scooped a bowl of porridge, and squeezed in among the players.

He drank a mouthful of porridge in silence, then spoke, "What exactly are you guys doing here collecting folk songs in our village? There haven't been any murders in our village in six months, so how come someone died just after you arrived?"

Lu Shi immediately stopped eating breakfast, took out a recorder, pressed it, and put it back in his jacket pocket. His suit jacket, which had been straight yesterday, was now full of wrinkles.

All the players were silent, their heads lowered as they ate their porridge. Yu Zixi took out a tissue, wiped his mouth, and said to Ruan Ni beside him, "I'm done. Let's go! Oh, by the way, that old lady over there, come over here and pick a room for us!"

Yuan Ye twirled a pen in his hand and began to talk. "By the way, what's your name? We're a group of hikers from Anshan City, and we like to visit places like this with pristine natural beauty. But we can't control the death of these people. They're our companions."

The short-haired girl in tights added, "But, isn't there a monster in your village?"

The uncle's face changed, and Mr. Wu became nervous. He closed the door and hung the black curtain.

The four players present became alert, their bodies tense, until the uncle said, "I know, but..."

After rubbing his index finger and thumb in front of them, his eyes narrowed into crescents.

After hearing this, Yuan Ye put the pen in his pocket, took out a stack of banknotes, took out two and put them on the table, "Tell me more details, the more details you have, the more money you will get."

This wad of money was like the code to a treasure trove, and everyone's eyes lit up. Ning Que silently took two pieces of bread from the table, stuffed one into Dandan's mouth, and broke it off a little while stuffing it into his own mouth.

The class of Village Stories has started.

Ning Que said that he was ready to listen to the story.

There weren't many people in our village before. There were only a few down-and-out people and a few old, weak and sick people who were left behind during the escape. At that time, if there was really a mouse in the field, there would have been more than 20 people waiting there.

I heard from my grandmother that at that time, food had to be planted indoors, otherwise it would be pulled out and eaten within a few days.

Later, a male immortal came. He was not tall, only about 1.5 meters tall, dressed in black, and his feet seemed to float as he walked. He walked on the dusty ground, and green suddenly appeared on the ground. Isn't that a miracle?

My grandmother was holding her sister when they saw the immortal coming. The others didn't have the same insight as my grandmother, so they immediately ran away. My grandmother was so hungry! She had no choice but to shamelessly crawl over and kneel down to the immortal, saying, "Please, immortal, give me something to eat! Immortal! Immortal!"

My grandmother's head hit the ground with a bang, bang, bang, bang. The immortal waved his hand and threw out food. The food could be eaten immediately. It was magical. There was a white cylindrical bucket with a tube inserted in it, and water with various flavors flowed out of it.

Ning Que was stunned for a moment after hearing this. A straw inserted into the microphone?

The immortal suddenly looked at my grandmother's sister and said that she looked a bit like one of his sisters.

The uncle paused at this moment and pointed at Ning Que, "You look a bit like my grandmother."

Ning Que pointed at himself, "Me?"

The uncle continued to slowly tell this story that had been passed down from generation to generation, but there was something strange in the way the players looked at Ning Que.

The immortal valued my grandmother and gave her these treasures to manage. He was very kind and even gave us a house to live in. Our villagers were very touched and wanted to serve him, but he said no, saying he had only one request.

Yuan Ye asked, "What request?"

The uncle stopped and rubbed his hands together. Yuan Ye understood what he meant and took out two more bills and handed them over.

The uncle chuckled twice, "Later, the immortal said that we have good spiritual energy here, and wanted to raise her sister here. That girl is also dressed in black, with a mask covering her face. We just need to regularly give her some blood and send it over to him.

Did you know that since we started supporting this immortal's sister, we've gradually become richer, especially those of us in this village, whose luck has been incredibly good?

My grandmother married Wu □□'s grandfather. Look at his house. When his grandfather died, he used a golden nanmu wood pillow for his head."

Just as he finished speaking, a girl's shrill scream came from upstairs, and several players downstairs rushed up in one step. Ning Que looked at the dozen banknotes on the table and pointed, "Uncle, take the money first."

Then I followed along to join in the fun.