Picked up a bunch of hair in the game

It was hard to tell the time in the dense forest, but judging from the watches they carried with them, they had walked for a whole morning.

If the village is not found before dark, no one can guarantee what will happen.

Is this the right way?

Nie Wen walked behind and wanted to laugh, but didn't know if he remembered some unbearable past events, so he pursed his mouth and didn't say a word.

Although the other players are also in a hurry, they are so good that they have experienced the storm, and they have a lot of props in hand.

The most frightening thing about walking in this kind of woods is that they think they are going in the right direction, but they have already unknowingly deviated.

At this time, no one dared to hide their secrets, all kinds of props came out, Xu Zhaohe was dazzled by seeing it, and finally found the legendary village at five o'clock in the afternoon.

Looking at the faint houses in the ravine not far away, everyone couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and then secretly glanced in Brother Zhao's direction.

They didn't say a word the whole time they were looking for the way, they just stood there with their arms folded, but the aura was something that no one dared to ignore, and they even felt a faint sense of shame in their hearts.

They have to perform well, does such a small matter need a boss to do it, the boss is a person who wants to do big things!

Sensing everyone's attention, Mr. Xu kept his eyes on and remained calm, surrounded in the middle and continued walking towards the village.

The trees gradually thinned out, and the gloomy sky finally appeared, and it started to rain after a while.

Those with rain gear took out their rain gear one after another. Conan also brought a folding umbrella with him after the last experience in Changfa Manor, and opened it to support it with Ke Qing.

Yan Mu himself was wearing a raincoat all the time, while Xu Zhaohe silently took out his spirit summoning umbrella under the curious or watching eyes of the crowd, and swished it open.

"........."

Summoning Spirit Umbrella, used to keep out the rain, it's fine.

Several gamers couldn't help feeling a little pain in their hearts. If those big bosses who regretted missing out knew it, it would surely be another round of conversation.

It was also the first time for Ke Qing to see that umbrella, the legendary 3S prop. Although Wang Meng had heard about it before and heard that it was used to keep out the rain, the shocking power of seeing it with her own eyes was still too strong !

The fairy props worth [-] points turned out to be no different from the folding umbrella worth tens of dollars above her head.

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After walking for about an hour, the nine players arrived at the entrance of the village just as it was getting dark.

The first thing to enter is a small river in front of the village, and there are several relatively flat farmland beside it, where the green wheat grass is swaying its graceful figure.

Going further in, the red tiles on the roof are washed bright and bright by the rain, and people can't help but relax when looking at it.

The air is full of the smell of moist soil, mixed with unknown weeds and wild flowers. If it is not in the dungeon, this is really a good place to run a farmhouse. It is pure and natural, and has not been polluted by industrial turbidity at all.

For a moment, Yan Mu felt that his rhinitis was cured. He also grew up in the countryside when he was a child, and now he really looks pleasing to the eye.

Xiaoying was bored lying on his cuffs and looking at the outside world, and his mood was a little depressed because of the continuous rain. It seemed that there would be no sunny day.

Perhaps because of the bad weather, they didn't meet anyone along the way, until they reached a place that might be an ancestral hall, where they met an old man with a gray beard.

The old man was wearing linen clothes made by himself. He was hunched over but in good spirits. When he first saw a strange stranger, he immediately became vigilant and held a big broom in front of him.

"Who are you?"

The old man had a heavy accent, and the words he spoke were indistinct. Several people could barely make out the difference, and then Zhao Lu, the oldest, stepped forward to negotiate.

"Master, we came for an adventure, but we got lost in the mountains. It's getting dark, can you take us in for a night?"

The uncle glanced at them, and turned his head in the eyes of several people looking forward to it, very arrogantly: "I don't understand."

"..."

Everyone looked at each other silently, and then decided to start trying one by one.

Some of them learned an accent, although they spoke awkwardly, and some tried to express their central thoughts with body language, but no matter what, the old man just turned his head and said, "I don't understand."

Xu Zhaohe made up his mind, everyone said something, the uncle turned his head a total of eight times, and the swing was quite large, each time he was very distracted, and he was not at all perfunctory.

The eight people really used all their magical powers, and finally had to pin their hopes on Xu Zhaohe.

Xu Zhaohe: "..."

Look, it's not that he doesn't want to keep a low profile, but reality doesn't allow it!

He rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, just when everyone thought he would convince the old man with emotion, reason and eloquence, the air suddenly fell silent.

He just stood there without saying a word, so the old man would not speak either, he just squinted at the black umbrella above his head.

What's happening here? ?Is it possible that the boss is going to overwhelm the NPC with his momentum?

Just when everyone was getting more and more confused and wanted to grab him by the collar and ask, Xu Zhaohe finally said, "Will you stay or not?"

As soon as he spoke, the old man finally had something to show for himself, and he shook his head 180°, "Hmph, I don't understand!"

Xu Zhaohe sneered, and suddenly pulled out a shiny machete and put it on his neck, "What now?"

Everyone: "..."

Grandpa: "!!!"

Hearing the threatening words, although they were not facing them, the players felt a little weak for some reason.

Boss is worthy of being a big boss, but it's still your brother who gave birth to Sao!

Brother Sheng is not human when he is flirting!

Another protagonist in the picture, the grandfather, glanced at the machete on his neck, and he could even feel the coolness of it.

If his hand shakes a little, it's no joke.

Subconsciously swallowed, the old man was so anxious that he even uttered Mandarin: "Village, the village chief's house is over there!"

Tsk - this fluent mandarin, the words are correct.

Xu Zhaohe retracted the machete with a smile, sighed and said in a tone of blame: "It's already like this, isn't it okay?"

Inside and outside the words are all cheap and good-looking, quite a feeling of "I am forced to do so, and I don't want to be like this".

Everyone: "..."

I don't know why, but they feel sorry for that NPC, it's not easy at a very old age.

But it was so good that they got a clue. It seemed that they had to find the village chief if there was anything in the village. They didn't dare to delay and walked towards the direction that the old man pointed out just now.

During this time, they passed by several houses, the eyes in the cracks of the doors suddenly disappeared, and the doors were closed tightly, as if someone would break in with a machete.

But who knows that brother Zhao is also unhappy, and has no time to talk to those little shrimps.

When he bought a machete for Conan last time, he also bought one for himself, but he didn't really want to use it.

Because the compulsion is not high enough.

Think about the scene where he used the pitch-black spirit summoning umbrella to touch Nie Wen's neck at the beginning, that scene was both explosive and beautiful.

But to deal with ghosts and NPCs, it seems that the "simple and easy-to-understand" things are more useful. First of all, the visual impact is stronger. They are not human after all, so they may not be able to appreciate any connotative things.

It's not that the machete is not easy to use, but it looks a bit low, which doesn't fit Brother Zhao's style and personality.

Alas—who understands him, the sadness that elegance and shock cannot have both.

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The village chief's house is very recognizable. The red-tiled houses on three sides are joined together, and there are about five or six rooms, and there is a big courtyard in the middle. No one is as grand as the other.

The villagers seem to have special gossip skills, and before they even got to the village chief's house, the farce in the ancestral hall has already spread to everyone.

The village chief came out of the house. He was a tall man in his 50s and [-]s, and he looked kind.

"I heard that you came to explore the mountains, but got lost?"

It may be that the words of the village chief still have an accent, but it is much easier to recognize.

Seeing this, Zhao Lu hurried forward and started handing out cigarettes to make friends, pretending to be like that, "Isn't it, it's raining and slippery, I finally found your village, so I thought about staying overnight, Please do me a favor."

The village head took the cigarette without smoking it, and put it on his ear with his backhand. The old god was there, "Yes, it has been raining recently, and the road is not easy to walk. It is not impossible for you to live, but this place, food... "

The village chief didn't say the whole thing, Zhao Lu understood, gave a "you don't worry" look, turned around and gathered 3000 yuan with everyone.

There is no way, they tried their best, it is true that there are few people with money these days.

The village chief smiled more sincerely when he looked at the red bills, "Hey, you are so polite, you guys can rest assured, the weather is bad and it is dangerous to travel, and when the weather clears, I will find someone to send it back for you."

Zhao Lu also smiled, but not on the surface, "Then thank you in advance."

The village head glanced at the crowd, "You're welcome. But there are only nine of you?"

"……"What does it mean?

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and it was indeed only nine of them who came out of the dense forest.

"It's okay." The village chief put the money away carefully, and patted Zhao Lu on the shoulder. "I'll just ask, so I can arrange a house for you."

Everyone: "..." I'm even more afraid, what's going on!

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After that, except for that one sentence with endless meaning, the village chief seemed to have no major problems.

Because there were too many nine people, he could only arrange everyone in twos and threes in different homes.

Naturally, the villagers complained about taking in strangers suddenly, but the village chief's family gave 200 yuan, and they accepted it happily.

In this regard, their folk customs are so simple that it makes people sad. Because of the closed environment, some of them may not be able to walk out of the mountains for a lifetime. They rely on young people to go out every year to exchange some necessities, and they are basically self-sufficient in life.

Seeing so much money in vain now, the villagers who were drawn for a while seemed to have won the lottery, which aroused the jealousy of the neighbors.

Among them, Xu Zhaohe, Yan Mu, and Zhao Lu were divided into a widowed old man's home, and there was only one old woman in it. The strange thing is that it seems that this is not her home. The original owner of the home is gone, and she is just borrowing live here.

The remaining Conan, Ke Qing, Miguo and another female gamer Bai Linxing live in the village chief's house; and Nie Wen and Zhou Han also live in a big family with three generations under one roof.

So until the evening, they did not wait for the tenth player.

It may not have been there in the first place, or it may never come out again.

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There are not many good things in the mountains, but the advantage is that they usually grow their own vegetables, and the food they eat is fresh, and the grandmother's cooking skills are also good, not to mention that they have a young cooking genius, Yan Mu.

Xu Zhaohe gnawed on a steamed bun and looked at the dark sky outside. The rain was getting louder and louder, hitting the tiles above his head with a crackling sound, and then dripping into his bowl.

"..."