I'm flirting with God in the infinite game

As the hot sun slowly gathers its power and sinks downward, this day is about to pass.

For the players who suddenly broke into this world, this day passed extremely fast, almost at a speed that could not be kept up by running at full strength, but for the townspeople who have lived here all their lives, this is just one day among all ordinary days.

Although, on this day, they lost another clansman.

There is a huge temperature difference in Happy Town in four seasons. When the sun is shining during the day, people can feel shirtless and not feel cold. But in the evening, there will be a very strange cold suddenly, as if scooped from somewhere. A spoonful of ice is pouring down the town.

Several townspeople sat around in the attic of Amir's home, which was not arranged for guests, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Sigmund stood by the window and looked out of the window. That direction is the direction of the Nai River, but the distance is very far. The attic of Amir’s house is not considered the highest, and it was first blocked by the small buildings in front of it. Without sight, he naturally had no chance to see the whereabouts of Lu Zhi and the others.

"The patriarch," Amir called after Sigmund, "what shall we do now?"

Sigmund turned around slowly, his feet were not very smooth, and he was tired for a while in the early morning, and now it was even more difficult to turn around, and the crutch in his hand made a grinding sound on the ground.

"Don't call me the patriarch." Sigmund said, "I have no face to be the patriarch. The Leslie family will be destroyed in my hands."

When he said this, he was holding the handle of the crutch tightly in his hand, and the back of his hand with a few age spots had bulging veins, as if his anger had been blocked into those blood vessels.

There was a decadent sense of oppression in the atmosphere, and no one spoke for a long time.

A young man with a short goatee suddenly broke the silence: "Let me tell you, we don't need to be so polite to them. If we had used some coercive means last night, Jonas might not have— —”

Goatee's words were interrupted by Amir: "Shut up, Ted! Jonas himself was not cautious enough. He knew that it was the time when the 'wolves' were the hungriest, but he still came out to hang around. This is his own death. .”

"But who would have thought that those people would have nothing to do after eating the knotweed? I heard that the fat man in Jonas's family ate the beef he had stored for half a year." Goatee sneered ironically, "It must be That guy softened his heart again, and put an insufficient amount of knotweed."

"Frieda put a lot of it." Sigmund limped slowly to the table and sat down, his old face was full of doubts, "But as Ted said, they have nothing to do, Especially the weak-looking gentleman, I watched him eat the knotweed for two people... No one has ever been able to escape from the mouth of the 'wolf', what went wrong."

"But, clan, Sigmund," Amir said, "if these guests find out about the knotweed, will they leave immediately? After that, won't we have to go back to every night again?" Worry about the days when someone will be eaten."

Sigmund was silent for a while, and after a while, he asked in a deep voice, "Has Jonas's head been dealt with?"

"It's been dealt with." Amir said, "The shattered body has been taken away by the 'wolves', and his head was thrown into the holy river by us. May the holy Nai River wash away Jonas' sins."

"Yes." Sigmund sighed long, squinted his eyes and looked out of the window again, "Speaking and recklessness are both sins, I hope Jonas can realize this before he dies."

"Pressed by the evil soul, the Nai River is getting deeper and deeper." Amir looked worried, "If these people leave, we still have no way to leave here, I'm afraid..."

Before Amir finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by the goatee. He raised a mustache that was about to ascend to heaven and shouted: "Even if the Nai River is filled, do you think those old guys in Wenta can accept us? Back then When the cloedwort seeds are given to them, they should—”

"Ted!" Amir called Goatee to stop him from saying more outrageous words, but Sigmund, who was sitting with his hands down, looked very bad.

Frieda did not tell the truth to Lu Zhi and the others. The knotweed is indeed a family herb, but it does not belong to the Wenta family, but to the Leslie family.

Before coming to Happy Town, the two families each brought several kinds of seeds, and one of the seeds Leslie brought was Knotweed.

At that time, the Nai River was just a shallow canal, but even so, the light and temperature on both sides were very different, and because the seeds had different requirements on climate and soil quality, two families with different seeds lived on the two sides of the river. Side settled down.

Regarding the knotweed, it was not that Sigmund overheard the words of the Wenta family, but that after Wenta learned the truth, he became angry when he saw the bags of seeds sent by Sigmund, and demanded that he never Hang out with Leslie.

"I will find a way." Sigmund said quietly, "Even if we do evil things, we must keep the blood of the Leslie family alive. I think God will forgive us."

At this time, there was a huge commotion, and footsteps mixed with panic and calm steps sounded from outside the door. Several people in the attic looked at each other for a few seconds. The weapon was aimed at the door.

Amir stood at the forefront, guarding the aged Sigmund behind him, holding a stick cut from a branch in his hand and watching the door vigilantly. The next second the door was opened from the outside, and it was Fli who came in. Da.

"Mrs. Frieda, why -"

Before Amir could finish his question, he saw more than a dozen people rushing out from behind Frieda, filling the attic corridor which was not spacious at all.

"Long time no see." The gentleman who returned to the room early last night because of a stomachache said with a contemptuous smile.

The muscles on Frieda's face trembled so fiercely that she didn't dare to move. Sigmund looked behind Frieda, and saw that the gentleman was holding something like a cannon in his hand. Frida's waist.

Lu Zhi borrowed Qin Huo's weapon to gain momentum, and a dozen people behind him were standing in a very dignified manner, but they were very polite: "Mr. Sigmund, when we came, it was almost dark. Now, you should know better than us the horrors after dark. Let’s not talk politely. Frida has already told us about the knotweed. We don’t care about your family’s conflicts or anything else. I just want to know-"

He looked around at the townspeople in the house: "How do you get in touch with Wenta's people?"

Sigmund gave Frieda a hard look, then picked up the crutches beside the table, stood up and took two slow steps, with a hypocritical smile on his face: "What are the guests going to do?" Huh? Come on, Frieda, go downstairs and prepare some broth, it’s too cold at night, warm up the guests.”

As soon as Frieda moved her shoulders, she felt the hard object around her waist stretch forward an inch, and immediately stopped moving.

Along the way, in order to frighten her, Lu Zhi took the trouble to show this gun with infinite ammunition several times. There was not much movement, but the place where it hit instantly turned into flying ash, which showed its great power.

"We won't drink the soup." Lu Zhi said, "If you don't have a way to contact the other side, it should be useless, then..."

Lu Zhi waved to the back, and Lin Dong and his companions cooperated very well and rushed to the side of the few people in the house with their weapons that looked very bluffing. It was the same posture as when they came here on the first day, one person at a time. Min looked at him, but this time his expression was not so kind.

"Wait!" Sigmund's old voice said, "I can tell you how to contact the other side, but no one can do it."

"What do you think."

Seeing Lu Zhi's ignorant and relaxed expression, Sigmund sneered in his heart. If they could easily get in touch with the opposite party or escape to the opposite party, they would not have been worried for so many years.

Sigmund's expression was respectful: "Naihe is bred from blood bones stained with 'wolf' saliva, and the two sides are separated like a barrier, and each bone is an inch deep. If you want to fill up the Naihe Ping, to contact the person on the other side, the first thing to do is to take out the bones at the bottom of the valley."

"Sigmund is right. Only the Nai River can hide the smell of flesh and blood with the weeds. We..." Amir beside Linshou said sadly, "We have no choice. If we don't bury it in the Nai River , will attract more 'wolves'."

"Take out the bones?" Lu Zhi asked.

Sigmund nodded: "Yes, sir, but today's Nai River is at least thousands of feet long, and there won't be such a long rope."

"Who said you want a rope?" Lu Zhi and Bai Ren beside him looked at each other, and then glanced at Qin Huo who was behind the crowd, "We have cheats."

The author has something to say: Happy Lantern Festival everyone~