Putting down the paper, her attention finally returned to herself, only to find to her surprise that she was still wearing the same clothes she had worn when she boarded the ship, and the items she had put in her pocket had also been brought into this world.
Not only that, but even the dagger she had initially hidden in her boot was still in its original place.
Even more surprisingly, the precious "substitute card" was successfully brought into this world, which undoubtedly gave her more opportunities and security to survive.
Even more unexpectedly, her storage ring was securely fastened on her hand.
This means that the food she had previously stored there was also brought in.
When Jiang An realized this, he was extremely excited. He never expected that a seemingly simple attempt would bring such a huge reward.
Now, her goal is no longer just to complete one task, but to strive to complete all three tasks, and if possible, even to break into the top 100 of the team and win the generous rewards.
Then she began to examine the mud house closely.
Although this place is simple, there may be some clues or hints to help her better integrate into the environment!
Upon arriving outside the room, Jiang An discovered that there was only a simple house, without any kitchen, yard, or other similar buildings.
A simple white cloth strip was hanging on the door.
She realized that someone in the family had died, and immediately rubbed her eyes and face vigorously to make it look like she had been crying.
Just then, the sound of gongs and drums came from not far away.
"Husband, how could you bear to leave us, a widow and her children, behind! You were fine yesterday, how could you be gone today!" Jiang An suddenly heard a pitiful cry.
She knew that more people had died, and of the 103 people in the village, she didn't know how many were left.
At this moment, Jiang An saw several men and women dressed in mourning clothes walking out in front of her. The one at the front, crying and wailing, was the woman whose voice she had heard.
Behind her, two burly men, their faces filled with fear, carried a wooden plank; she could immediately tell it was made from a removed door panel.
As for why they were afraid, it was obviously because they were frightened by the strange things happening in the village, because they didn't know if they would die tomorrow.
At that moment, a corpse lay on the wooden board, covered with a tattered straw mat, with only two extremely thin feet showing.
A chill ran through Jiang An's heart. Looking at the scene before her, she pondered to herself, "What was the reason for these people's deaths? Were they killed by something or by some unknown creature? I wonder when I'll encounter such a thing?"
Just then, a series of heartbreaking cries rang out.
"Husband, how could you be so heartless!" the middle-aged woman cried as she spoke.
Meanwhile, another boy, around ten years old, cried and shouted as he took a handful of white paper money from the small basket he was carrying and scattered it into the air.
As a gentle breeze swept by, the paper money danced in the air, as if telling a story of endless sorrow.
"Father, Father, waaaah!"
"My son, why did you leave us so soon? You've left us, the white-haired, to bury our black-haired child!"
Seeing this scene, she took a deep breath and resolutely joined the crowd behind her to mourn the departed villager.
There are only about ten households and a little over a hundred people in the village, all of whom are related by blood or marriage.
Just now, she noticed that the line was getting longer and longer, including several children. Jiang An suddenly realized something and quickly joined the line, lowered her head, and followed the people in front of her to learn.
She blended in with the villagers because the piece of paper she kept close to her body had a note telling the villagers not to discover that she was an imposter.
She mimicked the actions of the others, slowly moving forward in the procession while silently mourning the deceased villager.
Whether it was Jiang An's imagination or not, when she approached the group of people, she found that their expressions were unusually terrified, as if they had seen something horrible, and they were also crying unusually bitterly.
I just don't know if they're crying for the dead, or for themselves?
However, Jiang An guessed that she was crying for herself. People were dying in the village every day, so who wouldn't be afraid?
While she was pretending to cry, she was also secretly observing the situation in the group, looking for villagers who looked like the players. One person's strength is limited, so finding teammates is the best option.
To her disappointment, the team didn't have any villagers like the players; they were all native inhabitants.
Moreover, she discovered that apart from the wailing of this procession, there was no other sound in the entire village.
It was eerily quiet; not even the barking of dogs or the crowing of chickens could be heard. The whole village was filled with an unsettling atmosphere.
After this discovery, Jiang An's anxiety reached its peak.
The line soon came to a stop.
She looked up and saw that the area was full of graves, including a dozen or so very new graves, obviously belonging to villagers who had recently died.
Several strong young men, carrying their tools, began to dig a grave and placed the body inside. Soon, a new grave appeared on the spot.
It was completely inconspicuous among the many new graves.
All that remained were the agonizing cries of loved ones at the gravesite.
Jiang An remained quietly in the team, becoming an inconspicuous figure.
But her little actions didn't stop; she secretly observed the surrounding villagers and discovered several villagers who resembled players.
However, she wasn't entirely sure, since it might not be a teammate, and it would be troublesome if she mistook it for someone else. This would require her to use some methods to verify whether the player was participating in the dungeon.
After burning all the paper money in their hands, the group returned to the village.
On the way back, apart from the occasional sob from family members, the rest of the crowd remained silent.
Jiang An followed the group to the side of a courtyard. At this moment, an elderly man with white hair and an unusually thin appearance appeared.
His face was covered with wrinkles, and his eyes were sunken, revealing a sense of vicissitude and weariness.
"It's getting late, everyone should go home after you finish eating." The old man's voice was deep and hoarse, as if he had experienced countless years. His gaze swept over the crowd, carrying a hint of authority.
The villagers didn't move; their eyes were fixed on the old man in front of them, filled with anticipation and hope.
Time ticked by, and finally, the old man broke the silence: "I have sent someone to invite the Venerable One. Please wait patiently a little longer!"
His voice was deep and powerful, but it carried a hint of helplessness and weariness.
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