Chapter 432: Little NPC and Player Boss 10
Of the three fish that Cha Jiu brought back, only the first two were grilled well, and the last one was almost two-thirds burnt.
However, Yan Wugui finished eating without changing his expression.
After all, he saw with his own eyes how much effort the little bug put in for these three fish.
Cha Jiu watched with satisfaction as all his achievements were destroyed.
Finally, she rubbed his fingertips affectionately with her tentacles.
Yan Wugui chuckled.
What an easily satisfied silly bug.
While rubbing against him, Cha Jiu listened to the system continuously reporting the rising favorability level, secretly rejoicing.
Three grilled fishes brought so much favorability, and this son of luck was quite satisfied.
The man and the insect laughed at each other's "innocence" at the same time.
…
After eating the grilled fish, Yan Wugui went downstairs to clean the bamboo basket that contained the grilled fish and disposed of the garbage at the same time.
I happened to meet Luo Qianqian, who was so hungry that her eyes were dizzy.
Her nose was sensitive enough to pick up the faint aroma of grilled fish floating in the air.
"You ate grilled fish?" Luo Qianqian looked at Yan Wugui with suspicion.
"Yeah, I ate it." Yan Wugui replied casually.
"Where did you get the grilled fish?" Her voice suddenly rose an octave, her tone almost questioning, causing the surrounding players to look over here with puzzled expressions.
"In a dream."
Luo Qianqian: “…”
The garbage in Yan Wugui's palm turned into powder and scattered in the wind.
Luo Qianqian took a step back fearfully, but she was still rude: "I know you have some skills, but no matter how powerful you are, you can't complete the game alone. So if you find a source of food, you should share it with us. The more people in the team survive, the greater the chance of passing the game."
"I'm sorry, but I really can't find any food sources."
Because that was what his little bug found.
"And, if you don't mind, I'd like to correct that a little."
Yan Wugui raised his eyes and looked at her with a half-smile: "In a game, the more people there are, the greater your chances of winning. Maybe sometimes your teammates are the obstacle to your success, who knows."
Having said that, he decisively turned around and left, leaving the other party no chance to ask further questions.
Luo Qianqian was so angry that she stomped her feet behind him.
Song Yiwan, who had just returned from an investigation, was a little confused when she saw Yan Wugui looking angry. She walked over to Yan Wugui and asked, "What happened to her?"
Yan Wugui washed the small bamboo basket and asked nonchalantly, "What did you gain from going out today?"
Song Yiwan nodded and opened the small cloth bag in her hand: "We found a wild fruit forest. I think the food will last for a few days."
"Besides that."
"I also found out some information about this village." Song Yiwan said, "It turns out that half of the villagers here are not native, but moved here from another mountain to avoid bandits. After living here for a long time, they intermarried with the native villagers."
"Also, the total population of villagers here is very strange. It remains at exactly 200 people every year. As many children are born, as many people die."
This is very strange.
"You can investigate the mountain god." Yan Wugui suggested, "The man who delivered the pancakes yesterday let slip that there is a mountain god in the back mountain that the locals all fear. Maybe you can explore in this direction."
Song Yiwan sincerely admired you: "I thought you were just chatting with that villager, but I didn't expect you to expose her true face of harming people and even get information about the mountain god."
So jealous.
When will she become so strong?
Yan Wugui suddenly asked: "Can you help me make some clothes smaller?"
Song Yiwan was stunned for a second, then quickly replied, "Yes."
The Song family is a famous embroidery family. From ancient times to the present, they have become famous and wealthy by inheriting unique embroidery techniques.
All heirs, no matter how high their positions, must fully master the knowledge of weaving, embroidery, and clothing making.
It is not difficult for Song Yiwan to alter clothes.
Yan Wugui took out two brand new Chinese-style shirts from the room, one black and one white, and handed them to her: "Then I'll trouble you to alter these two shirts to make them suitable for a three-year-old child."
Song Yiwan's eyes widened.
Three, three-year-old
On the other hand, Luo Qianqian, the young man, and Xie Tianba, whose injuries have not yet fully recovered, have colluded with each other and are secretly plotting something.
Xie Tianba stared at Yan Wugui and Song Yiwan upstairs with his cold eyes, spat fiercely, and sneered: "Just wait, you idiot, I will catch you tonight!"
Avenge both old and new grudges!
…
That night.
Cha Jiu "hypnotized" Yan Wugui as usual and sneaked out to catch fish.
Yan Wugui pretended not to know.
However, this time he did not go with them, but planned to explore the back mountain alone to see what the mountain god was.
After all, although he had cleared the Cloud City Village dungeon, that was several years ago and he could no longer remember the details.
But he clearly remembered that he did not find the clue of the mountain god at that time.
Discovering new things in the replayed copies makes Yan Wugui, who loves challenges, particularly excited.
But we were only halfway up the mountain.
He suddenly felt uneasy.
This uneasiness was not about himself.
His intuition told him that something might have happened to the little white worm.
The entrance to the back mountain filled with mist and dark night was right in front of him. Yan Wugui could already hear the mysterious, slow heartbeat beating dully at the edge of his eardrums.
This heartbeat must come from a huge creature.
The secrets hidden in the back mountain will definitely satisfy his innate desire for exploration and challenge.
In the past, Yan Wugui would have moved on long ago, and nothing could stop him from satisfying his desires.
But now, he stopped.
He hesitated.
Opportunities in the gaming world are often fleeting.
He could hear this mysterious heartbeat tonight, but maybe next time, he wouldn't be so lucky.
But the little bug...
Yan Wugui's eyes appeared the image of the shivering little figure in the river, and its appearance of eating all the dozen or so burnt fish, and finally carefully holding the only three remaining good fish and rushing back excitedly.
"Forget it." A helpless sigh came from the wind.
At that moment, the foggy entrance to the back mountain was empty, with no one in sight.
…
Yan Wugui hurried back, and just as he approached the small building, he heard a familiar childish voice.
It was just that voice, humming happily last night.
But today I am crying in despair.
Yan Wugui's eyes suddenly turned cold as ice, and he walked quickly into the small building.
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