After returning, Chen Ting and Hao Shuai talked with the locals separately, and got from them that Haiyingzhou was an artificial island built by the capital with a lot of effort and gold coins.
In theory, they should be considered cross-sea colonists.
"Have you ever thought about going back?"
Hao Shuai asked calmly, staring at the woman without blinking, not missing any of her expressions or looks.
It's a pity. She seems to really like this place. She smiled and shook her head: "No, it's self-sufficient here. If you need anything, just tell Ah Dabian. He will contact the capital."
Regarding God, Chen Ting found out some information which she didn't know if it was relevant or not.
Before Haiyingzhou was named after the capital, it was called Romulus, the so-called land of hope.
The meaning of departure is good.
At night, it’s the familiar bonfire party again.
Men and women dressed in their homemade national costumes, chatting, laughing, singing and dancing.
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...
The firewood was crackling in the orange flame, and sparks were flying everywhere.
The faint firelight was reflected in everyone's pupils. The peaceful tranquility did not let the players relax their vigilance. Instead, they looked around with caution.
This time the fish was grilled to perfect temperature and the aroma of the grilled fish filled the air.
When Director Sun was distributing fish slices, he noticed that his eldest son, Sun Daniu, was not present. He couldn't help but frowned: "Where is he? What does he want to do by not coming to such an important occasion?!"
The people sitting around the campfire whispered to each other, and everyone said that they had not seen Sun Daniu.
The feeling of uneasiness and foreboding hit the player's heart like a hammer, causing it to skip a beat.
Sure enough, the ominous premonition came true.
A hurried and panicked shout broke the warm atmosphere: "Oh no! Something happened to Daniu!!"
"What?!"
The porcelain plate held in the palm of his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and the delicious fish fillets rolled to the ground, covered with fishy dust.
Island Chief Sun's face turned pale instantly. If the people beside him hadn't acted quickly, he would have probably fallen to the ground.
People had no mood to laugh and hurriedly followed the man to the temple.
The dense forest was extremely humid at night, and the loose hair on people's foreheads was wet into strands by the light sweat and mist, sticking to their foreheads and cheeks.
It was pitch black everywhere, with only a faint glow of fire coming from the small shabby house in front.
In the darkness, the evil god opened his playful eyes and looked mischievously at the foolish humans who were being toyed with by him.
The closer you get, the stronger the smell of rust becomes.
The blood on Island Chief Sun's face disappeared completely, and his eyes were red and moist.
His wife died early, and he raised his two sons with great difficulty. He never thought that he would lose his eldest son if he was not careful.
The shaky wooden door was broken open by gravity, and the dim candlelight cast a dim yellow glow.
"ah!"
The timid man's legs went limp and he knelt in front of the door, holding on to the door frame with trembling hands in fear.
Blood, the red color all over the sky is frightening.
I'm afraid all the blood in the adult man's body has been squeezed out.
There were large blood stains all over the ceiling, beams, floor and walls.
In the center of the pool, broken limbs were floating. A round skull was lifted up by something in the water and slowly rolled to the feet of Sun Daochang.
The young man's eyes were shrouded in mist, and a sob escaped from his throat, and his words trembled: "Daniu..."
The frightened crowd came to their senses and looked angrily at the murderer: "Kill it! Kill it!"
"Kill it! Avenge the bull!"
"I've long told you this disgusting thing is an evil thing! But you insisted on keeping it!"
The angry villagers heard this and suddenly turned to look at the players.
Being stared at by several pairs of bloodshot eyes, the players couldn't help but swallow their saliva and calmly took out the props or knives that came with them.
Someone came forward and pushed them: "Get out! Get off our island! You are a bunch of inhuman things!"
"You are the ones who killed Daniu! You should make amends for him!"
"Tie them up! I'm going to throw them into the sea to feed the fish!"
"......"
The players didn't expect that the fire would burn themselves, and they felt guilty and indignant.
The villagers who have lost their minds will pick up any objects around them that can be swung and hit the players hard.
Unable to explain, the player retreated outside the door helplessly and aggrieved.
Surrounded by concern, Sun Daochang was like a puppet who had lost its soul. He turned his stiff and sore eyeballs dully, looking across the bloody skull at the strange fish that had stuck its head out.
He looked a little dazed, and others thought he was just suffering from a strong shock and couldn't recover.
The player is now in a dilemma.
The angry islanders surrounded them, not allowing them to leave their sight, and threatened to kill them with their own hands to avenge Daniu.
Many people hurriedly ran back home and then back again, holding hemp ropes and butcher knives in their hands.
When the player looked over, he raised his hand viciously and waved it threateningly.
Hao Shuai had a headache. What the hell was going on?
It's easy to fight their way out, but the difficult part is how they can return to the present from the past. If they can't go back after killing everyone, that would be like shooting themselves in the foot.
Many players hesitated.
There are also some stubborn ones, like the guy with pigtails and the scoundrel beside him.
The two men looked at each other, suddenly injured several guards, and escaped as quickly as loaches, escaping from the chase.
Seeing this, the already angry villagers wanted to kill them all on the spot, causing the remaining people to suffer terribly and cursing the two idiots in their hearts.
Island Chief Sun regained some of his sanity.
He wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and held up the unrecognizable skull. The pain in his eyes was undisguised, but it was inexplicably mixed with other elusive things.
Yuan Shuo seemed to be aware of something and lifted his drooping eyelids. The corners of his eyes slightly raised, and a faint light flashed in his heavy eyes.
Island Chief Sun was so sad that he almost fainted. With the help of his companions, he walked over to the players who were surrounded by him and said, "Although this was an accident, it is also related to everyone present."
His voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows gasping in the wind, and the words that came out of it rubbed against the gauze paper.
"Come here," said Sun Daozhang, who looked like he had aged a dozen years, with a few white hairs on his temples. "Lock them up, and don't let them out without my permission."
"Also, prepare the sacrificial ceremony. I will personally send them to see Daniu, so that Daniu won't feel lonely and resentful in the underworld."
Island Chief Sun was helped away from this sad place, leaving behind the villagers who were watching him with eager eyes.
Sun Erniu, who rushed over, covered his face and cried bitterly, lying in front of the door and crying breathlessly. His shrill cries made countless people cry, and their hatred for the scientific researchers' misjudgment became even stronger.
If it weren’t for them, Daniu wouldn’t have died!
It’s all their fault!
If looks could be turned into substance to kill people, I'm afraid the players would have been tortured long ago.
Before being escorted away, Yuan Shuo tilted his head slightly, and his drooping eyes glanced at the man kneeling on the ground, his gaze passing over the half-covered but unable to hide the upturned corners of his lips.
Here, the player was trapped in a newly built simple hut in the back mountain, miserably.
Over there, the woman lying in the gorgeous palace opened her eyes with her thick long eyelashes trembling, her misty blue eyes flashing with suspicion and surprise.
The melodious singing coming from the deep seabed is so ethereal and pleasant that it brings me back to the infancy, lying in a rocking crib, and all my bones relax.
It's the mermaid's song.
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