I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

When all of them stepped into the village, they found that they had come at the wrong time, and a funeral was being held in the village.

The weeping funeral procession passed in front of them.

The people in the front line were crying and scattered yellow paper money at the same time. The profuse paper money made everyone avoid it.

No one would want to get involved with this weird and sudden funeral procession, and they all hid on the side of the road.

Xiaoling said in a low voice: "It's so scary."

Then leaned back behind the tall man beside him, seeking shelter like a bleating lamb.

Feng Congmian glanced at him, but didn't react to the fact that he hid behind him, as if he had acquiesced.

Xiaoling secretly grinned a little happily, her round almond eyes showed a wicked taste that didn't match her cute appearance, but she still shivered in the eyes of outsiders.

The mourning team went all the way north, spreading paper money as they walked. The woman at the head cried the loudest. The sharp crying kept hitting the eardrums, making people feel uncomfortable. It was about to disappear in their eyes. Feng Congmian After thinking about it for two seconds, he raised his leg and followed.

Xiao Ling was about to follow, when the corner of her clothes was caught.

He looked back and saw a woman dressed very carefully. She pushed up her glasses: "Little classmate, it's better not to leave the team without authorization."

Xiaoling's eyes were very vicious, and he immediately deduced that this woman might be a teacher.

His attire is student-oriented, and his face is tender, which can easily attract the attention of such women.

Xiaoling showed her a slightly embarrassed smile: "I, I want to follow my brother."

A man in the team said in surprise: "You are brothers."

After all, they didn't look alike at all, they were just a combination of a lone wolf and a little sheep, and that man didn't seem to be familiar with him either.

Xiaoling nodded sincerely: "We were at home together, but we were teleported to this place by the magic eye."

He was easy to panic, and the sincerity of his expression made it impossible to fault him.

The innocent and sincere tone made everyone subconsciously ignore what was wrong, and unconsciously chose to believe him.

That man turned out to be his elder brother. Knowing this, the female teacher didn't speak again, and the others didn't want to be nosy at this time.

Xiao Ling hurried to catch up, fortunately they hadn't gone far, Xiao Pao followed.

Only the flower-armed man glanced disdainfully at the two people who left the team and said, "I'm courting death."

Xiaoling, who hadn't gone far, heard it, but was too lazy to argue with him. The flower-armed man didn't have much ability. He wanted to be the leader anxiously. He regarded himself as the core of the team when he came. He had seen too much, so it wasn't worth it. He gives attention.

Feng Congmian silently followed the funeral procession, and when he saw Xiaoling catching up, he just nodded at him and remained silent.

The two left the team and followed the funeral procession to the other side of the village.

Xiaoling was the first to introduce herself: "My name is Xiaoling, and I'm Lingmao's Ling." After speaking, she looked at Feng Congmian with shining eyes.

Meeting his expectant gaze, Feng Congmian paused: "Feng Shang."

Hearing his name, Xiaoling didn't say anything, just smiled.

He was not shocked by Feng Congmian's indifferent attitude. Instead, he leaned closer and asked, "Then can I call you Brother Feng in the future?" It's not fun to be exposed, and you still have to put on a show in front of other people.

Feng Congmian didn't speak anymore, and continued to walk in silence.

Thick-skinned as Xiao Ling, he will accept it as his acquiescence.

He knew that his slightly deliberate approach would arouse the man's suspicion, but he didn't care much.

Whether it's a disguise or a real face, it's just what he wants, with a single thought.

Xiaoling licked her lips excitedly, and followed behind to see the man's pleasing shoulders, waist and hips. He was in a good mood and almost hummed a ditty.

Even if he was suddenly sent to such an inexplicable place, he could adapt quickly.

The village is not big, and the funeral team soon reached the northernmost part of the village, where there is a cemetery.

They slowly lowered the coffin, which was carried by two tall, thin men, into the pit that had been dug.

Then one shovel by one shovel slowly filled the soil.

When filling the soil, the woman whose hair was half white at the beginning cried louder, crying, "My son, why are you sobbing..."

After burying the soil, these people in mourning clothes walked back numbly. From their faces, Xiaoling didn't see any sadness, as if they were used to it.

Xiaoling tried to talk to the heartbroken woman crying on the tombstone, but she was crying too hard to communicate.

No matter what he asked or said, he just kept crying, and the snot bubbles came out.

Xiao Ling squatted down: "Your son died at such a young age, did he commit a crime?"

These words finally stimulated the woman, she stopped crying, and suddenly raised her head to look directly at Xiaoling with an angry expression on her face.

If they were normal people, they would have flinched a long time ago, but the two people in front of the woman were not normal people, and they didn't feel anything wrong at all.

Feng Congmian finally reacted when he saw this npc, and asked coldly, "So how did your son die?"

The woman stood up, and she didn't know when she held the soil shovel that had just been used to build the grave.

"My son is so obedient, so obedient, how could...why is he..."

She was talking nervously by herself, ignoring Feng Congmian's question, and fell into a strange state again.

Xiaoling tilted his head, he stood up and wanted to whisper to Feng Congmian, but he was not tall enough, so he had to stand on tiptoe.

He lowered his voice: "Brother Feng, do you still remember the name of this demon realm? Maybe her son was killed by Master Mao."

Feng Congmian turned slightly to avoid the heat that was too close, and he lowered his eyes to look at Xiaoling.

Xiao Ling had already turned her head and continued to look at the woman seriously, as if the approach just now was just an unintentional act.

Xiaoling really didn't do it on purpose, who would have thought that this seemingly indifferent man would be so innocent that his ears would turn red after whispering.

This is the so-called cute contrast, Xiao Ling slowly lost his mind.

Then Feng Congmian's next sentence cheered him up, and he actually said Xiaoling's guess directly like this.

"Master Cat ate your son."

He used declarative sentences, not at all afraid of offending this npc.

This inadvertently revealing arrogance is just right for him, making Xiaoling want to blow two whistles.

The woman was obviously angry, and there was a hint of guilt in the anger. Even if there was emotion on the gray face, it looked extremely rigid, not like a real person.

"My son died of illness! What does it have to do with Master Mao! Master Mao is the god who protects our village, you, you slander him like this!"

The voice was so sharp that it hurt the eardrums. The woman raised the soil shovel and slammed at Feng Congmian, but he caught it with a "weapon".

A black dagger suddenly appeared, easily resisting the woman's soil shovel, Feng Congmian turned his hand, and hit the woman's hand hard with the handle of the knife in a blink of an eye.

The woman threw down the soil shovel all at once in pain, her eyes of hatred revealed from her dull eyes, and her skinny face was distorted, looking like a ghost.

But because of the sharp dagger, he didn't dare to move any more, so he could only start cursing non-stop, with vicious words, as if wishing they would die immediately.

Seeing how excited she was spitting, Xiaoling moved away in disgust, lightly grabbed Feng Congmian's clothes, and when he looked over, said in a soft voice: "Brother Feng, let's go back, See what's going on over there."

Feng Congmian took a look at the crazy woman, and made sure that there were no other clues to be drawn from her, so he nodded coldly and walked back.

The angle just now made it impossible for Xiaoling to observe Feng Congmian's "weapon". He could only vaguely know that it was a dagger, but Feng Congmian put it away soon.

Be more cautious than you think.

Xiaoling sighed in her heart.

On the way back, he also tried to save his precarious personality in front of the man: "It's so scary, Brother Feng, have you noticed that there are many tombs here?"

"You look so powerful, I think I will be able to pass the level by following you."

"You are so cool, everyone who is so cool in the movie is a master."

Feng Congmian didn't speak, and Xiaoling acted very vigorously by himself, portraying an innocent herbivorous sheep very vividly.

The others did not go far. When they came to such a strange place, everyone was vigilant and afraid, and did not dare to go far.

Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was a game setting, when Xiaoling and the others caught up with the big army again, someone from the village finally came to talk to them.

Xiaoling looked at the old man in blue cloth and on crutches.

It's so ordinary that it's no different from the old man fanning cattail fans in the courtyard.

He walked over tremblingly, as if he was about to fall down at any moment.

Finally he stood in front of this group of people, and then said apologetically, "I'm sorry everyone, I'm late. I'm the head of this village. Please let me take you to the house where you are temporarily staying."

Except for the dull eyes, these npcs are no different from normal people.

A man couldn't help but said: "Hey, who are you? Do you know where this is, why did you bring us here?"

The village chief didn't answer his words, but just repeated what he just said: "Please let me take you to the house where you are temporarily staying."

The tone is completely the same as before, like a repeater without emotion.

Now it wasn't just the man, everyone else started asking questions, and the man with the flower arm even grabbed the village chief by his collar and lifted him up.

But the village chief, whose feet were off the ground, just repeated the phrase please follow me, as if he had been programmed into something.

The others soon found out, and finally gave up. At this time, they had no other choice but to follow the village chief after looking at each other.

It's not that no one wants to escape, but where can they escape?

The place where they landed just now has only one road leading to the village, and the village is surrounded by a foggy desert. It seems that this is the only place where people live for a hundred miles.

Humans live in groups, and they almost subconsciously follow the big team, and no one dares to leave the team.

The village chief took them to an unused house, and then said: "You guys have a good rest here today, and I will deliver dinner later."

After saying this, he turned and left.

No one stopped him this time, and everyone watched the house nervously.

Apart from being a bit dated, nothing seemed wrong with the house, there were 5 rooms in total.

After the village chief left completely, the man with the flower arm closed the door in the yard, then sat on the chair in the living room, and swaggered for the others to sit down.

Seems like he is the leader.

After sitting down, everyone was watching each other, and the one who got the most scrutiny was Feng Congmian, who had a calm demeanor and an extraordinary aura.

Among them, the man with the flower arm is the most unfriendly to him. He understands that if this man wants to speak up, it will not be his turn to stand out.

This is a natural leader and one of the most unflappable, exuding casual strength.

Even if he is silent on the sidelines, he still has the majesty of a superior.

But now he just stood there without saying a word, the flower-armed man gradually ignored him, and said loudly with an accent: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Wang Biao, and you can call me Brother Biao. "

With such a start from him, others also introduced themselves one after another.

When it came to Xiaoling, he still said his real name without any scruples.

Feng Congmian glanced at him.

This sight was quickly caught by Xiao Ling, who turned his head and showed a faint dimple to the man.

Feng Congmian looked away without responding, just like Xiaoling knew from the beginning that he used a pseudonym, he also felt that Xiaoling was not lying and used his real name.

This cunning little guy doesn't look as stupid as everyone else, so why is that.

Feng Congmian became slightly interested in him, and acquiesced in his natural behavior of sitting beside her.

If someone who was familiar with him saw him, he might think he was dreaming.

This is an ancestor who once expressionlessly kicked away a beautiful woman who was trying to sit next to her with her chest up.

But now, who never liked strangers approaching him, he repeatedly indulged the boy he had known for less than an hour, even though he was not aware of his special treatment.

The pampered boy has no awareness, and even if he knows, he will only be proud of his own charm.

After a group of people finished introducing themselves, the atmosphere naturally relaxed a lot, and some even chatted about what they were doing before.

Xiaoling didn't comment on how easily these people relaxed their vigilance.

In his eyes, these people are like rabbits in captivity. After a long time of peace and tranquility, they lose their resistance.

In the warm reminder at the beginning of the magic eye, it was specifically mentioned that death in the game is real death, which is enough to show that the village is not as peaceful as it seems.

The female teacher who grabbed Xiaoling at the beginning pushed her glasses and said, "Should we allocate a room? According to the village head, we may have to stay here for a while."

The female high school student who was crying on the road just now was calmed down by this female teacher. Hearing what she said, she hurriedly opened her mouth.

"I, can I come with you?"

The female teacher nodded: "Of course."

There are only five rooms here, and each room naturally sleeps two people, male with male, female with female.

And just right, each room has two beds, and the decoration of each room is exactly the same, I don't know if it's a coincidence or intentional.

Feng Congmian randomly chose a room to enter, and Xiaoling followed behind him.

Feng Congmian originally thought that the boy would say something to him again, just like the twittering along the way, but he started to look around in the room seriously, as if he was serious about the task.

This made his understanding of the unreasonableness of the teenager clear once again.

There is a bit of inquiry in the deep eyes.

The room was tidy, but there was no furniture, only two single beds, and two bedside tables.

Xiaoling rummaged around, but didn't find anything strange.

Not fun.

He puffed up his face.

"time to eat."

The voice of shouting came from outside. It was the village chief who had just left and returned.

Xiaoling quickly raised his head and exchanged a look with Feng Congmian, but he forgot that he was still puffy, and just looked at him with a pouty face.

It looks like a small puffer fish, and it looks easy to poke.

Feng Congmian's stern appearance concealed a sudden thought in his heart.

Without wasting any more time talking, the two walked out together side by side, just in time to see the village chief arrange the dinner he brought, with meat and vegetables, and the staple food is big white steamed buns.

After the village head put down all the food he had brought, he slowly closed the food box and picked it up to leave.

This house is normal, it seems that the clues can only be obtained from npc.

Xiao Ling walked over unprepared, and then sniffed the food, showing a slightly intoxicated expression: "It smells so good, I haven't eaten hot food since the magic eye was powered off."

At the end of the voice, there was a little grievance, and the image of the little sheep was fully played.

After he said this, the others touched their stomachs and came over.

Seeing their reactions, the village head who was planning to go back immediately had a different expression for the first time, and he said with a stiff smile: "Sister Wang's cooking is delicious, you have to go to worship tomorrow Cat God, don't walk around, the door will be locked at night."

Worship the cat god.

Catching these words, Xiaoling's eyes darkened for a moment.

Someone also noticed what the village chief said, and a tall, thin man couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by worshiping the cat god?"

The village chief said with a blank expression: "You foreigners come here just to see Mr. Mao's demeanor. You can prepare tributes to honor Mr. Mao tomorrow morning."

The eyes of the others lit up. This was the first clue about "Master Cat's Dinner" after arriving here.

Xiao Ling deliberately asked: "What if I don't prepare a tribute for Mao Mao tomorrow?"

The expressions of the others are a little hard to describe, what the hell is it called a cat.

The village chief turned his head to stare at him, and said slowly, "Then he will be eaten alive by the angry cat."

The eerie tone brought a message of death.

Xiaoling seemed to be frightened, and immediately hid behind Feng Congmian, completely covered by his broad shoulders, thereby blocking the corners of her slightly raised mouth.

This is not a clue, it seems that it is very simple to elicit the killing state of the ghost.

Feng Congmian didn't move, taking Xiaoling's place and looking back at this weird old man indifferently.

Everyone else held their breath unconsciously, and some even felt that the poor boy was about to be driven away by the village chief's anger.

The village chief's gloomy gaze seemed to have substance, and the atmosphere became very quiet, and the air seemed to freeze for a moment.

But Feng Congmian's gaze was sharp, and he felt oppressed just by standing there.

In the end, it turned out that the village chief couldn't stand the evil spirit, so he looked away first.

The village chief turned around with his lunch box in his hand, left behind a sneer of unknown meaning and left, leaving behind everyone with different thoughts.