Six Days in a Deserted Village (Part 4)
Xu Wei got gauze and iodine from the village chief's house, and helped to treat the wound while listening to the investigation on the other side.
Not all of the fifty or so people trafficked into the village were used for the Yuezu Festival.
They would classify the "goods" into three grades. The best quality and intact ones would be used as sacrificial offerings, the next best would be kept as backup, and the lowest quality ones... would be used to continue the family line.
Xu Wei frowned when he heard this.
“Where do they pick up their goods?”
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Village end warehouse.
Zhang Qian rubbed his hands and looked at the two burly men guarding the front, and glanced sideways behind the closed door, as if he wanted to peek at something through this obstacle.
The sturdy man pushed him and said, "Go to the back, it's not your turn yet!"
Zhang Qian could only spit inwardly and stepped back.
There were two people in front of him, both of whom looked older than him. Their families were extremely poor, and they had not yet married at this age.
The women in the same village looked down on them, so they had no choice but to pick up guys from outside and give birth to a few sons. When the family situation improved, they would look for suitable women willing to marry them.
The bloodline of our ancestors cannot be lost.
A scream came from the warehouse that made his heart beat faster. The old man must be checking the goods inside. What a fool! He was still trying to snatch the goods from them at this age.
His heart was filled with excitement after hearing this, and he wanted to go in and check the goods immediately, without noticing the footsteps behind him at all.
The sturdy man in front of the warehouse door panicked the moment he saw the person coming. He took a few steps back and bumped into the door. He couldn't block or retreat.
"Grandma...Grandma!"
Both of them had been beaten by Xu Wei, or in other words, the dozen or so young men guarding outside the warehouse had all been controlled by radio gymnastics.
Zhang Qian had been busy with his own work and had not been to the square. He did not know when a great-aunt had appeared in the village. Her generation was almost the same as that of the ancestor. When he turned around, he found that it was a young woman.
She was pretty, with a rosy face and rosy cheeks, but there was a bit of heroism between her eyebrows and eyes, which ruined her original good looks. If she could be a little more charming, she would really be...
The woman's eyes suddenly swept over.
Zhang Qian seemed a little timid for some reason. Although his eyes showed no emotion, he still felt an unknown fear, as if something bad was about to happen.
"Looking at me?" She actually smiled, and this smile dispelled the low pressure emanating from her body, making her look a little brighter.
Zhang Qian widened his eyes and took two steps forward almost obsessively.
This stuff, I'm afraid it's top quality, if I can...
He was so absorbed in his thoughts that the woman had already walked past him and was moving forward.
Nothing happened, and the fear just now seemed like an inexplicable illusion to him.
He must be confused again. Why is he afraid of women? So what if women are fierce? Aren't they still used to carry on the family line...
A strange singing sounded, as if someone was humming an unknown tune in the void, which was comfortable, peaceful, and sleep-inducing.
Everyone present fell into an inexplicable dizziness at the sudden sound of music, and their thoughts gradually became confused.
The woman beckoned to the two young men at the door and said in a voice full of temptation: "Tell me your names."
The two men stumbled forward, walked up to her, and mumbled their names again.
"Very well, who am I?"
They all answered with the same name.
She chuckled, her tone suddenly sharp.
"Kill the people outside who are watching me."
"nausea."
After saying that, he kicked open the warehouse door, ignoring the screams that suddenly came from behind him.
"Bang!"
The door burst open and hit the wall with a loud bang.
The old man who was lying on the ground and holding someone down to "inspect the goods" turned around blankly without stopping his actions.
The man stood at the door in the backlight, his expression was cold and his aura was shockingly low. A dagger suddenly appeared in his hand, emitting a cold luster.
The old man's body reacted before his brain, and he immediately let go and fell to the ground and kowtowed.
"Grandma! Grandma, please forgive me! I didn't know you were coming too. I didn't mean to rush you first!"
As he spoke, he quickly crawled to the side, made way in front of him in a flattering manner, and motioned for her to choose the "goods" behind him first.
There were more than a dozen ragged men and women lying in the warehouse, most of them injured, with the light gone in their eyes. They lay motionless, muttering nonsense in a trance.
Looking at this group of people, Xu Wei closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Anger reached its peak at this moment.
Even though I know this is just a plot set in the dungeon, even though both the perpetrators and the victims are ghosts...
As a human being who still retains a conscience, Xu Wei is unable to control his rage.
I didn't want to do it myself, but now I just want to vent my burning anger.
The warehouse instantly turned into a bloody hell.
She was almost bloodthirsty and beat the old man violently, leaving him with a breath. She let him watch in panic as she killed the remaining "goods" one by one.
She knew very well that these were ghosts, and even when she was extremely angry, she knew which camp she belonged to. Even though she felt a little sympathy when she first saw the scene in the warehouse, she still quickly dealt with them.
It was precisely because of this clarity that her anger could not be subsided for a long time.
As soon as she entered the dungeon, she felt the twisted atmosphere of "not being human" here.
Whether as "sacrificial goods", "food for immortality" or "bodies for procreation", people are just objects with some special functions, and these villagers, as "people", put these disgusting and twisted copy designs into practice one by one.
She didn't understand why "it" wanted to present all this in the form of a "plot", brainwashing the ghosts into humans, and then using humans to tell such a story.
Is it a mockery of lower civilizations by higher-dimensional creatures? Or is it a deep malice to disgust human players?
Whatever “it” intended, “it” did it.
At this moment, Xu Wei's desire to destroy "it" reached its peak.
She turned and looked at the dying old man.
The latter's mouth was still gushing out blood, his chest was heaving, and he was coughing and vomiting uncontrollably.
When he saw Xu Wei looking back at him, he opened his mouth in fear and wanted to howl, but he was too frightened to make any sound. He dug his fingers into the floor tiles, leaving ten blurry bloody marks.
Xu Wei stepped forward, the bloody blade sliding down his face. His torso, which was approached by the knife, trembled uncontrollably, and then suddenly tightened under the violent tremor.
Incontinence.
She frowned, covered her mouth and nose, and stopped the knife.
The dirty scene sobered up the angry mind a little.
He stood up slowly, but stumbled.
Low whispers came from all directions, as if countless people were talking to her, the voices were deafening, overlapping and mixed together but she couldn't hear anything clearly. The scene in front of her was like a dizzying kaleidoscope, the whole world turned into a dark abstract animation, even the road she was walking on was upside down.
Xu Wei covered his ears, trying to block the invasion of whispers, but the sound seemed to be stuck in his head.
She staggered towards the door like a drunk, kicked her feet on the steps, and rolled to the ground.
He didn't fall, but fell into an embrace with a familiar scent.
I sent him away on purpose.
"I'm Lu Fanye." He seemed to be able to sense her confused situation.
"What's it like outside? Are they all dead?" Xu Wei grabbed the collar of his shirt, his fingers exerting force ferociously to suppress the dizziness.
I could no longer see his appearance clearly. All I could see was a blurry, strange entity that was constantly changing color and shape.
"The two people you controlled with your skill are still alive, the others are dead."
Xu Wei breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes: "Take me back, don't let the village chief and others see me."
"good."
She felt a hand covering her eyes and pressing against her forehead with endless warmth.
A cool and slightly numbing feeling spread from the forehead to the eyes, gradually blending into the confused and dizzy mind, dispelling some of the pain.
She grabbed the wrist of that hand nervously, her brows furrowed tightly.
"Relax, it'll be okay." His voice was extremely gentle, ringing softly in my ears.
The ending note is lingering and mellow, lulling people to sleep.
"Let's take a nap..."
She seemed to have returned to a safe place, relaxed, and fell into a deep sleep.
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When I woke up again, it was already noon the next day.
The whispers in his head had disappeared, but he was still a little dazed. Xu Wei lifted the thin quilt, stood up and looked around the room.
The tables and chairs were broken, the wardrobe collapsed, various odds and ends were scattered all over the floor, there were deep scratch marks in the corners, and there was a big hole in the door.
The battle last night was fierce.
She looked back at the bed she had just been lying on. It was intact, without even the debris of broken furniture.
Some people were talking outside in hushed voices.
She pushed the door open and saw the main room was also in a mess. The players had moved new chairs and sat in the ruins.
Seeing Xu Wei, Lu Qian asked her to sit down: "How was your rest? Are you okay?"
Xu Wei nodded and sat down next to Lu Fanye, who had a bandage on his arm.
Injured again.
"What happened last night?" She took the disposable plastic cup that obviously didn't belong here and took a sip of water.
Lu Qian sighed: "I almost died last night. I don't know how this system allocates things. None of the people with special abilities in our group are offensive. Fortunately, I prepared a few offensive props, and Chen Yu's novice props can also be used. Otherwise, I really don't know how I would have survived..."
He slapped his thigh and said, "Were you okay last night? I saw that the first place that thing rushed into was your room."
Xu Wei glanced at Lu Fanye, who looked normal, and said, "It's okay."
Lu Qian sighed and didn't get to the point. Sun Yi glared at him and explained, "Last night, a half-human-sized animal came and attacked anyone it saw. It's very strong and can hurt people and cause pollution. I suspect it's a small boss, a fox fairy."
The villagers once said that they would be punished by the fox fairy if they disrupted the sacrifice.
We can only describe the specific appearance of the fox spirit by piecing together various things. The light was too dim last night and there was no electric light. The thing was moving very fast and had a ferocious temper, so we had no time to observe it clearly.
Zhao Hao gestured to Xu Wei to look at the new long wooden sign on the eaves: "We went out to ask this morning and heard that we should hang wooden signs and place statues of gods at home during the Yuezu Festival, otherwise the fox spirits will continue to visit."
"Also, the water and food given by the villagers cannot be eaten. If you eat them, they will be contaminated."
"I have also found out about Mrs. Zhang and Wang Niu," Chen Yu seemed to have grown up quickly after experiencing a thrilling night. "They were people who once existed in the village. They were cursed and died tragically because they did not respect the Yuezu God. Now they have become a strange story in the village."
"A strange story?"
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