Although they will not attack the big boss, it does not mean that they have to sit and wait for death and do nothing. At least they can collect more information in a limited place. After all, this An Ning Village dungeon world is really weird.
An Jingzhi was just coming out of the ancestral hall with his hands behind his back when he saw several player captains coming towards him. Although An Jingzhi didn't let them in, couldn't they also take a look from outside?
"What are you doing?" An Jingzhi raised his eyebrows.
The young captain had adjusted his mindset after a night and was no longer as afraid of An Jingzhi.
"We're just walking around. Don't worry, we won't go anywhere you don't let us go."
An Jingzhi took a look and saw that there were only four people around him. He knew that the others must be scouting the terrain in the village, but he didn't care. Anyway, if these people really broke into the forbidden area, they would be the ones to die. He had reminded them in advance, so he couldn't just blame him for taking the money and not doing the job, right?
After An Jingzhi left, several players breathed a sigh of relief.
"This boss may look ordinary, but he puts a lot of pressure on people."
"Let's go, let's go back first and see what news others have found out." After saying this, the captain took his teammates back to where they lived to gather.
The fat player came back only after almost everyone else had returned.
"What have you found out? We've already looked around the village today. It looks like an ordinary rural village. You can tell that this village is relatively poor." Nowadays, rural areas generally start to build multi-story buildings, but this village still uses wooden houses.
"They didn't say anything no matter what others asked, and we didn't get any information." They didn't dare to force the issue. What if they asked too many questions and triggered some taboo?
In fact, it’s not that those people don’t speak, but that the villagers are still a little afraid of them and are unwilling to reveal any information to them.
The fat player smiled, wiped the sweat from his forehead, sat down, and drank a glass of water before saying, "We've heard something. The boss we suspect is called An Jingzhi, a university student in the village, and he's very popular among the villagers."
"This village is relatively backward. Few people marry into it. It's difficult to get married. Most of the people there are elderly and children."
"When I asked the ancestral hall, they stopped talking." He also spent his points to buy some melon seeds and peanuts for the aunts to eat before he got so much information.
These messages are all real and are not settings imposed by the system.
An Jingzhi did not ask others to hide it. After all, it was not a big deal.
"We can see the background of other dungeon worlds when we go to them, but this dungeon has nothing at all and we have to find out for ourselves." A famous player complained.
"Logically speaking, such a poor village shouldn't have such a grand ancestral hall." The wood on the exterior of the ancestral hall looked very different, a rare wood. The roof was made of shiny glazed tiles.
They knew nothing about construction and wood, but they instinctively knew that those things should not appear in a poor rural area.
The young captain spoke up, "Some backward areas attach great importance to clan ancestral halls. They may have pooled all their money to repair them. Or perhaps they passed them down from their ancestors."
Although others still had doubts in their hearts, they didn't say anything. After all, this was quite possible. It was also possible that their ancestors were quite wealthy but fell into poverty later.
Three days passed.
It was time for dinner again, and this time it was the turn of the young captain and the fat man to get the food.
When they arrived, they saw An Jingzhi eating in the room. After greeting him, they took their food and left.
During these four days they did not violate any taboos, nor did they seek death. They slept soundly at night and no one disturbed them.
Everyone believed that this big boss was really willing to protect them.
After today, tomorrow morning will be the last day and you can leave safely and get 20,000 points.
After Old Man An finished cooking, he also ate with An Jingzhi.
"I feel these kids are pretty good. They always wash the dishes clean and bring them back." Old man An made cold noodles today. It's summer now, and he doesn't have much appetite even in the copy world.
An Jingzhi smiled. If he hadn't suppressed them, how could these players be so honest?
"Dad, your cooking skills are getting better and better. This sauce is delicious."
The sauce for An Jingzhi's cold noodles was specially prepared by Old Man An, and it actually tastes a bit like mixed noodles.
When Old Man An heard his son's praise, he smiled so hard that his gums showed.
"As long as your child likes to eat, eat more. Don't let him starve himself to death."
He acted like both a father and a mother to the original owner, but in order to escape death, the original owner still ruthlessly pushed him out to block the knife.
Even if the cycle of reincarnation is reset and Old Man An is resurrected, it cannot cover up the evil deeds of the original owner.
Some things have been changed in the Anning Village dungeon world, but some things still need to be carried out.
There will be an ancestor worship ceremony tomorrow morning to worship the ancestors in the ancestral hall.
An Jingzhi went to see it and found that the rankings in the ancestral hall were indeed those of the ancestors, but the ancestral hall was definitely not built by them.
This ancestor worship activity is also arranged by the system. An Jingzhi can be uncontrolled, and other people can also have the memory of reincarnation, but they will continue to be controlled to participate in the ancestor worship activity.
It was like a set procedure, they had to go.
An Jingzhi was afraid of any accidents, so when the old village chief came to ask Old Man An to join him in the ancestor worship ceremony in the morning, he also went with him.
The players were half asleep. When they looked up, it was just dawn outside. They heard voices and footsteps outside.
"What's going on outside? What are they doing so early in the morning?"
One player looked out the window and saw that the villagers were walking towards the ancestral hall, holding offerings and incense.
"Are they going to worship something? I see they are holding incense."
"I feel like there's something wrong with their expressions? Why do they look so dull?"
Isn't that dull? Being controlled to do certain actions, like a puppet, completing predetermined movements.
"Should we go check it out?"
One player suggested.
The young captain thought for a long time and finally shook his head. "We can leave in a few hours. We don't know what the situation will be like if we go now. If we can't complete the mission, won't we lose out? Let's talk about it later."
The fat player nodded quickly. "Yeah, this mission world is so comfortable. We just need this finishing touch. If we meddle in other people's business, we'll have to spend a ton of points to revive it if something goes wrong."
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