Chapter 93 It turns out that this is not a stand-alone game (for the book lovers who love this book)
The irregular gale carried the fishy smell of the earth, and rolled wildly across the earth like a wild beast that had just escaped from a cage.
The sky was gloomy, black clouds were gathering rapidly, and there were already lightning and thunder in the distance.
Heavy rain is coming.
In the half-person-high weeds, a figure was running quickly, occasionally crouching down, and occasionally quickly changing direction. In the dim light, it looked like a hunter chasing prey, or like prey avoiding the hunter.
“Crack!”
A loud thunder exploded in the sky, and the whole world turned white in an instant.
But even in such rain and fog, the figure was still moving forward quickly, as if he was not worried about getting lost at all.
When another flash of lightning streaked down, a three-meter-high city wall suddenly appeared in the white rain curtain. With the help of the light of the lightning, it could be vaguely seen that this was a large town, but the town was surrounded by city walls. Even in such heavy rain, there were still guards wearing straw raincoats patrolling back and forth on the city walls, and they dared not relax.
However, such tight guarding still could not stop the figure from sneaking in. It was as if he could see through the gaps between each guard's patrols and the blind spots in each other's eyes.
In just a few seconds, the figure took a running start and crossed the five-meter-wide trench. Then he leaped onto the city wall like a fox, and rolled silently until he was inside the city wall.
Then he seemed to be helped by God, avoiding one patrolling guard after another, and finally climbed into a very ordinary courtyard.
There were rumbling thunder and heavy rain, and the owner of the courtyard had no idea that an uninvited guest had arrived.
But the uninvited guest did not stay long. He just listened for a moment and then climbed over the wall again to look for his next target.
Finally, he stopped when he passed the seventh courtyard because the owner of this courtyard was not at home.
Under the eaves, the uninvited guest carefully took off his wet clothes and shoes, revealing a slightly young, stern face. The calmness in his eyes made people mistake him for an old bandit.
The uninvited guest was naturally Zhang Yang.
He had no intention of being a thief, and he had simply tempered thirty-six armor-piercing spikes in the valley before leaving. However, as soon as he left, he saw a team chasing them into the valley along the creek.
There were five black-armored soldiers in the team, and the rest were ordinary villagers armed with sticks, knives and guns. This was what made Zhang Yang deeply alert.
Because he knew that if a government could mobilize the villagers to the greatest extent, it meant that the government had already deployed countless spies in all seemingly hidden corners.
He was a stranger who suddenly appeared and was likely to be noticed and reported in no time.
So Zhang Yang chose to lurk, jumped into the creek, and hid under the noses of those trackers for half an hour until a rainstorm saved his life. Because those trackers were really difficult to deal with, he used the soul force field to block his breath, but he was still almost found.
With this episode, Zhang Yang immediately changed his plan. He took advantage of the approaching rainstorm and strong winds and ran as fast as he could, following the direction of the official road he had seen before, and finally found the town thirty miles away.
Then he took advantage of the storm and the characteristics of the soul force field to avoid the guards on the city wall and entered the large town. At this time, he was hungry and tired, but he did not dare to relax. He found a courtyard of an ordinary citizen and jumped in. Finally, he found this temporary place to stay when the owner was not at home.
The door was locked, but this did not pose a problem for Zhang Yang. His soul force field enveloped it and the iron lock opened in seconds.
Push the door open, open the window, close the door and lock it, then jump in through the window, and everything will return to its original state.
The layout of the room had long been exposed in Zhang Yang's soul force field, but he did not search at all. He just took off the animal skin package on his back, took out a set of dry clothes from it, wiped off the water marks with the clothes, and then changed into them.
That's right, there are three sets of clothes in total, as well as dry food, water bags, and some copper coins and silver that should be from this world.
These were all the things he had stolen from the small village that had been massacred.
After taking a sip of water, Zhang Yang chewed the stone-like dry biscuit silently. Restoring his strength was his first priority. As for what to do next, he didn't know yet, because he knew too little about this world.
The only thing that is certain is that humans and monsters are in a standoff, and the human rulers' execution ability has skyrocketed due to the pressure from the monsters, and ordinary people are also united under the pressure from the monsters.
So he had to improvise.
After taking great effort to eat the fatal biscuit, Zhang Yang carefully cleaned up all the residues and then began to look closely at the details of the house, which could provide many clues about this world.
"This small courtyard faces south and is 30 meters long from north to south and 10 meters long from east to west. There are three main rooms and two firewood rooms near the gate. There is no well in the courtyard, but there is a lotus pot, a vegetable garden and a flower garden. All the flowers and vegetables are well taken care of. There is a clothes drying pole in front of the door, but there are no clothes on it. The rooms are clean and tidy. There are women's dressing items in the east bedroom of the main room, and there is a subtle woman's fragrance."
"There is a desk in the west bedroom with four treasures of the study on it, but no books or bookshelves. There seems to be a secret compartment under the bed with a few gold and silver account books in it. There is a faint smell of greasy wine in the kitchen. There is rice in the rice jar, noodles in the noodle jar, and half a roasted chicken that has been cooled. There are fine teeth marks on it, which should be for late night snacks."
"Based on this, the owners of the house should be a couple, without a maid, and they are somewhat literate, but not interested in reading. They are from a wealthy family, often leaving home early and returning late, so they must be small merchants."
Zhang Yang calculated silently. This seemingly miraculous ability of his was not due to his natural talent, but was the result of his A-level soul entering the transcendent realm. He could often see through phenomena to the essence with just a glance. Otherwise, in the past, he would have worked himself to death and still not been able to figure it out, because he simply could not observe as minutely as he does now.
In other words, no matter who it is, as long as they have the ability to fully control the subtle things, they can also deduce it.
"I have to get out of here before dark."
Muttering to himself, Zhang Yang curled up in the most inconspicuous corner of the room and quickly fell asleep.
About two hours later, he woke up automatically, and his soul power unexpectedly recovered.
"Strange, there is something wrong with this world. The recovery is too fast. It seems to be even faster than using the Wood Demon Tower to restore soul power."
A thought flashed through his mind, and Zhang Yang looked outside. The rainstorm had stopped at this time. It was around five or six o'clock in the evening. The sky was blue, the setting sun was shining, and it was very refreshing.
He immediately jumped out of the window and used the same trick to lock the doors and windows from the inside. After checking that there were no traces left, he climbed over the wall along the bluestone path in the courtyard.
At this time, Zhang Yang was dressed from head to toe like a well-known local. For this reason, he even hid the animal skin package containing the armor-piercing spikes and the long sword among the flowers, because he predicted that the hostess would not water the flowers and plants within two days.
Sure enough, along the way, Zhang Yang imitated the locals, walking and stopping hurriedly, and no one recognized him. After all, the population of this small town must be over ten thousand. It was dusk now, and the light was changing. Who would pay special attention to someone who was dressed similarly to himself?
Zhang Yang walked around casually, while quickly memorizing the local dialect he heard.
That’s right, the people in this town all speak Chinese, but it’s not Mandarin. Instead, it’s a very soft and lisp-like Chinese that is completely incomprehensible at first glance.
Fortunately, Zhang Yang now has a very good memory and stronger analytical ability. After walking only two streets, he learned almost a dozen daily expressions. He even boldly spoke a few words to the stall owner in the local dialect at a pancake stall, bought two hot pancakes with copper coins, and then ate them while walking, which made things more harmonious.
But at this moment, he saw Duan Kuan.
On a very wide street, there were twelve huge iron cages lined up in a row, holding more than thirty men, all of whom were tied up tightly with chains.
Duan Kuan was one of them. He was in a miserable state, with his head swollen like a pig's and lying in a cage like a dead dog. If it weren't for his slightly rising and falling chest, Zhang Yang would have almost thought he was beaten to death.
Zhang Yang was not surprised to see this scene. Even though Duan Kuan was not a fool like Song Dachui and Wang Mumu, nor was he a fool like Liu Dali and Sun Goudan, in this world where everyone is a spy and the government and the people cooperate with each other to a very high degree, it would be hysterical for him to want to sneak in easily and then find a reason to show his strength, beat the natives and take away the most beautiful woman of the natives.
Apart from anything else, the accent alone is enough to kill most people.
Zhang Yang did not stay, nor did he even look at Duan Kuan. He just continued eating his hot pancake as he passed by.
He estimated that Duan Kuan would not be sentenced to immediate execution because the twelve large iron cages had wheels underneath, and it was obvious that they were being pulled somewhere.
Where could it be?
Considering the backdrop of the confrontation between humans and monsters, of course they would go to a place like the Death Soldier Camp. As long as the government is not stupid, they will do this. Letting these scum die on the front line of the war is truly in line with the people's wishes and echoes the will of heaven.
"Fuck, I'm hungry. The natives here are so damn annoying. They caught me in just half an hour. Hey, is this the prelude to some main quest?"
A string of familiar words floated over, but Zhang Yang pretended not to hear them and walked away staggeringly among the crowd.
After passing a street corner, he muttered in his heart, "It turns out that this extraordinary trial mission is not a stand-alone game, but an online game. Then the demons and monsters on the opposite side may also have alien village-building order binders mixed in."
"Don't worry about Duan Kuan. He will definitely be sent to the front line with those guys. There is no need to rescue him. He will not die in the short term. As for me, I have to make good use of the advantage I have now and get enough benefits. For example, this cake is actually military rations that can be taken out. The satiety level is +3."
(End of this chapter)
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