At the beginning, the live broadcast room looked like this.

[This time, the wood-type psychic has a high score! 】

[Crying, we wood-type supernatural beings have stood up! ]

[Baka! It's not fair! Huaxia can hear Taoshu's voice! ]

[What's wrong? If you have the guts, go complain to "Him". A dog without temper only knows how to bark. Don't you usually dislike wood-type people? No one can use their abilities. What can we do if we can't turn off the passive ability? Don't the speed-type people in your country of Baga run faster than other people? ]

[Oh, fight! Fight!] (Weird audience)

Many netizens from other countries have mixed into the live broadcast rooms of various countries.

Sometimes he breaks down, sometimes he gloats over other people's misfortunes, like a schizophrenic.

At first, Chinese netizens were still criticizing netizens from other countries and weird audiences, but when they saw their own psychics picking up garbage endlessly and the sun was about to set, they gradually became a little anxious.

Even a three-year-old knows that ghost stories become doubly dangerous after dark.

[Don’t pick them up anymore, there are enough, it will be dark soon! ]

[I give up. The psychics in other live broadcast rooms have already finished their meals and are exploring other parts of the village, and you are still picking up peach blossoms...]

[Hurry up! My dog ​​can’t stand watching you dawdle any more! ]

[Why are you rushing me? Do you know more about ghost stories than people with special abilities? 】

Ajin couldn't see the urging in the live broadcast room.

In Taohuayuan, dark does not mean night, but the barking of dogs does.

He clearly remembered the first time the dog barked.

The sun was about to set when they finally arrived at Taoyuan Village.

Along the way, Ajin was counting his steps silently in his mind. The number of steps from the shore to Taoyuan Village was the same, and he felt relieved.

Although the wind direction was different, he was not panicked at all. He had 25 ways of dying in his hands, so no matter which direction the wind blew, he had a corresponding plan.

Faintly smelling the aroma of food from the village, Ah Jin turned around, his baby face tensed up, turning into a serious face of a golden retriever: "Don't talk later, just follow me and do whatever I do."

The others nodded solemnly.

What Ajin did just now proved his strength and made everyone feel that those who could enter "Aoki High School" are all very capable.

No one is a fool, and no one wants to die.

Fang Hao: "Don't worry, brother. I will never hold you back!"

They imitated Ajin's slightly skilled movements, tucked the peach wood branches they had picked up into their belts at the back of their waists, and marched into the village in a mighty procession.

The roads are connected and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard.

Fang Hao and others looked at the neatly arranged houses and the roads that extended in all directions in front of them and did not feel that it was beautiful and comfortable. Which ancient village would be arranged so neatly? It was obviously only a tomb that would be like this!

Mulberry and bamboo trees provide shade, while peach trees ward off evil spirits.

It is not built as a residence for living people at all.

The boy, with long sleeves and trouser legs dragging on the ground, giggled, passed by them, then ran back and tilted his head.

Before he could say anything, Ah Jin took the initiative to speak: "Yes, we are from Wuling. We went out fishing and accidentally got lost and came here by mistake."

The same scene happened in different live broadcast rooms.

The villagers gathered again and invited each other to their homes.

The more netizens see such scenes, the more they feel the gloomy energy is overwhelming, as if they are stereotyped paper figures.

Ajin chose to stay overnight with two families that had chickens and dogs.

The hostess who invited them to stay at her house had traces of time on her face. She was wearing a brand new blue headscarf and looked very happy. "That's great. I'll go back right away—"

Ah Jin remembered that the other party had killed him ten times. In the toilet in the guest room kitchen, he did not give the other party a chance to speak: "Thank you for not eating chicken. We have been eating vegetarian food to maintain our body shape recently. We prepared our own ingredients and need to borrow the stove."

The woman was startled and wanted to persuade him again, but she saw Ah Jin had already pulled out a peach branch from behind her back, "This is a gift for meeting you, Auntie, use it as firewood."

As he said that, he handed it over.

Seeing this, Fang Hao and the others quickly followed suit and pulled out seven or eight peach wood branches from behind them, dropping them to the ground with a clatter.

They were piled up in a mess.

“…”

The middle-aged woman's expression instantly became extremely unnatural. She did not reach out to take it, but instead pulled up her sleeves to cover her fingers.

"What are you talking about? You are guests. I am so happy. You don't need to bring any gifts. I will make the beds for you first.

Remember to come, remember to come!"

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry.

The Chinese audience in the live broadcast room clearly saw that the moment the middle-aged woman turned around, her face turned cold and resentful, and suddenly there was a cheer.

The purpose of the weirdness is to harm people.

They must be unhappy because they failed to make humans break the rules.

The steps that Ajin took did not benefit the ghost.

The villagers surrounding them glanced at the peach branches on the ground, not knowing whether to leave or stay. The script had not been finished yet, so they had to continue reciting the lines.

The old woman said: "This young man looks..."

Ah Jin raised his hand slightly to stop them from talking, and answered them politely from left to right: "I haven't married yet, you are too polite, father-in-law. I can drink a little. I will definitely do it next time."

These villagers ask the same questions every time, and he is tired of answering them.

Taoyuan Village villagers: “…”

Everyone will answer quickly, right?

You've said it all, what else can we say?

Netizens and weird audiences from all over the world were also collectively stunned.

The progress in different live broadcast rooms is different. Curry and other countries' supernatural beings entered the village early. The villagers said basically the same thing over and over again, and the audience already knew what they were going to say next.

But the problem is——

How did you know that?

Purely guessing? No way!

Although Fang Hao and others were not clear about the situation, they knew from the expressions of the villagers that Ajin was right, and they were filled with awe.

Awesome, bro!

Ah Jin quickly ended the greetings, glanced at Hei Gou's posture without leaving a trace, and smiled sheepishly: "It's getting late, we can't let Aunt Wei be busy alone, we will go and help first."

He asked everyone to pick up the peach wood branches and leave.

“…”

The villagers looked at the departing figures.

They seemed to... they hadn't mentioned the middle-aged woman's name yet, right? Although there weren't many winding roads in the village, how did he know which way to go?

【……】

[No, brother, is this your home? ]

[Are you going to visit your old place again? ]

【Chapter 1: Returning to China.】

[In other words, did the New Village TV City give him a sneak peek? ]

[According to information dug up by netizens, this golden retriever's ancestral home seems to be Guwuling. Could it be that his ancestors used connections to arrange things? ]

【Unfair!!!】 (This post has been blocked. Please do not make false comments. Xincun TV City treats every player fairly.)