For older people, especially those in poor and backward villages like theirs, the thing they hate most is definitely wasting food.
Old Mrs. Lin was a little scared of these people, but she couldn't help it when she saw the scene of wasting food.
Two strong men followed behind her, carrying food. Old Mrs. Lin also had some bowls and chopsticks in front. After seeing this scene, she placed the bowls and chopsticks heavily on the table.
With a slightly angry look on his face, he said to the players in front of him who were gazing at them warily, "If you don't want to eat our food, we won't deliver it to you anymore. Don't you fear divine retribution for wasting food?"
"We grew these snacks bit by bit. We picked these vegetables while they were still fresh and tender and cooked them for you. If you didn't want to eat them, you should have told us earlier. If you bring them and don't eat them, isn't that a waste of food?!"
"You kids who have never worked in the fields just don't understand the value of food..."
Old Mrs. Lin pointed at this group of tall and strong men and started to talk. As she spoke, she even forgot their identities. Not only was she not afraid, but she became more and more excited as she talked.
The group of strong players were a little stunned at first. They didn't expect that the NPC old lady would dare to scold them like that. But when they heard her words, they felt that they were somewhat familiar. Wasn't this what their elders at home often said before they entered this world?
For a moment, their eyes didn't react.
Some people were even a little ashamed of being looked down upon by Old Lady Lin.
Old Mrs. Lin talked for more than ten minutes before she finally stopped with satisfaction. When she stopped, her mind came back to her and she realized what she had done.
Her heart was pounding like thunder, afraid that these players would attack her, but she kept a straight face. "Don't you want to eat the food in our village? If you don't want to eat it, just tell us, and we won't send it to you anymore."
The man with the tattoo was stunned for a moment before he reacted and said calmly, "Yes, we have food to eat. You don't need to bring food here anymore."
Old Mrs. Lin had a cold expression on her face. She asked the two people behind her to help her take all the food back. She looked as if she was angry at the young people for wasting food.
Only after she left the area of the group and approached An Jingzhi's home did she let out a long sigh. She patted her chest with her hands and said with lingering fear, "I was scared to death."
The two men behind her looked at her with admiration. One of them freed his hand holding the food and gave Mrs. Lin a thumbs-up.
"Aunt Lin, you are really this. You are so brave. I wanted to run away just listening to it, for fear that they would not be able to hold back and attack us."
"Yes, Aunt Lin, they are not ordinary people. You scolded them like we were the same as you. I didn't dare to breathe the whole time."
Old Lady Lin glanced at the two of them and said, "I just can't stand seeing people wasting food."
"The food isn't really a waste, it'll be replenished in five days anyway. Why are you so angry?"
While talking to the two of them, Old Lady Lin walked into An Jingzhi's house. An Jingzhi was not surprised to see that the three of them had brought all the things back.
Before he could ask Lin, the old lady took the initiative to say, "These players don't trust the food prepared by our village. They didn't touch it at all. I have already made an agreement with them. If they don't want to eat, we don't have to deliver it in the future. It just saves us the trouble."
The two men told the story of how Old Lady Lin scolded the group of players, and An Jingzhi couldn't help laughing when he heard it.
Sure enough, no matter where they go, frugality is a habit ingrained in the bones of these elderly people in the village.
"Grandma Lin, you have to be careful. These people are not ordinary people. What if they can't help themselves and take action?"
Old Mrs. Lin seemed a little embarrassed. She waved her hand and said, "I'll remember. I just lost control for a moment. I will remember it next time." She kept reminding herself in her heart that these players would kill people and were not ordinary young people.
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As night falls, the village becomes quiet.
The moon was very bright, illuminating the entire village with a faint glow that made it look both holy and eerie.
"Let's go, let's go out and explore. Didn't the person who cheated us of our points today also say that we can't go to the ancestral hall or outside the village? There must be something strange in those two places. Let's go explore these two places."
As the man with tattoos spoke, several people headed out of the village. They lived at the entrance of the village, so it was very convenient for them to leave the village. It only took them three minutes to walk out of the village.
Several people looked around vigilantly along the way, ready to deal with any crisis that might occur at any time.
Soon they reached the end of the village and encountered the invisible wall where the original owner had been.
A player touched the invisible wall and said, "This must be the dungeon's boundary. We can't get out. This dungeon isn't very big. It probably covers the entire village and a surrounding area of about 100 meters."
"Is there anything different out here? It feels like they've been gone for so long and nothing has happened. Could that person be lying to us?"
A few people walked around the barrier, and just when they were about to return to the village without any results, suddenly a series of sparse sounds were heard in the grass.
"There's something! Everyone, be alert!" The man with tattoos took out a long knife he was carrying.
The others also held their weapons across their bodies, and their entire team formed a battle formation and looked around.
The rustling sound in their ears became more and more obvious, and it was already very close, but they saw nothing.
"Ah!" A player screamed and covered his arm. Others looked over and found that his arm was torn off at the root. He covered the wound on his right arm with his left hand in pain.
This sudden scene made others even more frightened.
The man with the tattooed arms made a quick decision, "Hold the arm and go! Let's go back to the village!"
If your arm is broken, you can spend points to repair it.
Before they could even move, another player screamed. When they looked over, the player had collapsed to the ground. A huge hole had appeared in the middle of his stomach, his intestines scattered everywhere, and his internal organs were gone.
"What the hell is this thing?! I can't even see its shadow!" A player complained in pain, his tone full of fear.
"Stop talking nonsense! Cheer up!"
The others seemed to dislike this player as well. "We're all high-end players, why are you still so afraid of death? I don't know how you managed to survive until now."
Not all the members of their team were in the same team. Their core team was a group of six people headed by the man with tattoos. Four of them joined temporarily. The two who died and the injured, plus the complaining man, and the man who had not spoken the whole time were not in their team.
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