After getting the promise of authenticity, the players all started to flatter each other and almost went off the rails.
At this time, Shen Tangtang had already set foot on the road that the villagers of Guimi Village took last night.
This is a dirt road that can only accommodate three people. The road is overgrown with weeds and thorns are sticking out from the bushes. It doesn't look like a place that people often walk on.
After an hour, Shen Tangtang followed the path to another forest.
The crow on the branch cawed a few times, then flapped its wings and flew away.
Shen Tangtang looked over and frowned slightly.
This road is a bit strange. As an ice-type mutant, I am sensitive to the surrounding temperature. The further I go in, the darker it becomes, and the colder the woods become.
It's daytime now and the sun is still in the sky.
Wait, when did the sun disappear?
Shen Tangtang had never felt so slow before. She remembered that when she entered the forest, the sun was shining brightly in the sky, but now the surroundings were filled with gray fog, like a cloudy day.
It seems like I have entered a place similar to a formation.
Shen Tangtang didn't know what formations were. This place was far from the village, and she wasn't worried about being discovered by the villagers. She directly used the space blade to violently destroy the surrounding plants.
She just couldn't believe that she could still be trapped here.
Half an hour later, as the space blade chopped down a purple wild orchid, the surrounding mist dissipated. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, illuminating the still-wet dewdrops. The shimmering light was dazzling.
Shen Tangtang's body suddenly froze. 20 meters in front of her, the old man from last night was standing there, staring at her intently.
Looking around, there were mounds of earth on the mountain behind the old man, and on the open space to his left was an altar built of wood.
There are five pillars standing in the middle of the altar, and flammable branches are piled around it.
In the open space below the altar, there was a burning bonfire with something burning on it, and there was an unpleasant smell of meat.
The old man let Shen Tangtang look around, and raised a strange arc at the corner of his mouth towards her.
"Little girl, this is not the place for you."
The old voice spoke.
Two "people" in tattered clothes crawled out from the pile of dirt and rushed towards Shen Tangtang with ferocious faces.
This thing is comparable to a zombie.
Shen Tangtang picked up a piece of tree trunk that she had cut off from the side. It was as thick as an adult man's arm.
With a bang, the head that had come into close contact with the tree trunk was directly knocked away.
"Oh, I used too much force. Sorry, sorry."
Shen Tangtang said sorry, but the movements of her hands became more and more ferocious.
The other head was flattened by her hitting it with a tree trunk.
What Shen Tangtang didn't know at this time was that two villagers suddenly died in the mysterious village.
A man was bragging to his friend about the taste of the widow next door when his head was inexplicably hit off and blood splattered all over his friend's face.
But his friend licked the hot blood on his face excitedly, with a hint of desire in his eyes.
Another man was drinking and playing cards with his friends when his head suddenly felt like it was smashed flat, and red and white objects splattered everywhere.
The others were excited and gathered around.
Only the village chief next to him changed his expression, took out a Nokia from his pocket, and seemed to be confirming something with someone.
"The vast horizon is my love,
Flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills.
What kind of rhythm is the most swinging,
What kind of song..."
Shen Tangtang was confronting the old man when suddenly a burst of singing came from the cloth bag in his arms.
It looks like someone is calling the old man, keeping up with the times, but there is actually internet in this mountain?
Shen Tangtang saw that the old man had already reached out to take out his cell phone, and quickly teleported over, wanting to grab it and turn it off.
But she seemed to have underestimated the old man's strength, and she didn't know how he managed to dodge and even get through the call.
The village chief's voice came from inside.
"Hey, hey, Uncle San, how are you doing over there? Is there something wrong?"
The phone quality was poor and calls were extremely loud.
The old uncle replied in a senile voice, "It's not a big deal. A rat ran over to the altar. It just so happens that we're still short of two sacrifices. Let's fill this one in."
"Okay, okay. Dali is going to get the other two offerings. If the quality isn't as good as yours, then we'll use the one you found."
The village chief's happy voice came from the phone, but without waiting for the village chief to say anything else, the third uncle hung up.
While the Third Uncle was chatting with the village chief, the tree trunk in Shen Tangtang's hand had turned into a machete and chopped directly on the Third Uncle's arm.
Uncle San reacted quickly, the knife was originally aimed at his neck.
The scimitar cuts through iron like mud, leaving a cold ice mark on the wound.
But Third Uncle's body looked like a corpse that had been dead for a long time and had been dried up by the wind. The arm that was cut off by the machete was pitch black, the muscles on it were shriveled, and not a drop of blood was shed.
The third uncle didn’t seem to be afraid of the pain, he just glanced at his broken arm and cast a resentful look at Shen Tangtang.
"You're...fine."
"I know I'm fine, Mr. Zombie. How do you maintain yourself? How do you breathe and talk like a normal person?"
Shen Tangtang's words sounded a bit ridiculous, but she really asked with a curious look on her face.
The Third Uncle didn't answer her. He suddenly looked behind her and shouted, "Get up."
Shen Tangtang turned around in confusion, and the old and young people in the earthen grave slowly crawled out. The corpses were decomposing, and white maggots fell as they walked.
The stench hit her nose, Shen Tangtang turned around to avoid it, and an old hand with black nails waved past her eyes.
When his first move failed, the third uncle quickly fled.
When Shen Tangtang came out of the pile of corpses, the figure of the old third uncle had disappeared.
She was very angry and needed to chop off a few more heads to vent her anger.
Suddenly, several round skulls appeared in the soil.
The other corpses seemed to know they couldn't win and had already crawled back into their own graves.
Shen Tangtang was still unsatisfied and was not in a hurry to dig up the body.
It’s more fun to play slowly.
I looked at the time, it was 4pm.
I don’t know if I will be discovered by the people in the mysterious village if I come out.
At this time, Guimi Village was in chaos. No one cared about the people imprisoned in the ancestral hall. Everyone ran to watch the fun.
The news that 28 people died in the village in half a day spread within half an hour.
Everyone gathered at the village chief's house, their eyes filled with fear of death. Of course, if you look closely, you will also find a desire for blood deep in their eyes.
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