Lost City [Unlimited]

How much effort did it take to leave such scars naturally in such a short period of time?

Let's look at the village head's usual behavior. He didn't mean to hurt people on purpose. It just shows that... everyone in Liangjia Village has excellent physique, otherwise it would be impossible for them not to pay attention at all.

If it's just a person with the surname Liang, it can also be attributed to genes, but what's the matter with the married wife's physique?

Unanimously, the players once again thought of "Longevity".

Perhaps "longevity" not only refers to the extension of life span, but also represents some kind of magical mutation beyond science.

But these are just guesses at the moment, and the players don't have definite evidence, so they can only temporarily hold back their hearts.

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The village chief came back soon, holding a plate of melon seeds in his hand.

Village head: "Come on, chat and chat."

Li Shang and the players grabbed a handful each, which was kind of mean, only Yang Dezheng refused.

He raised his hand against the plate brought over, and said in an old and indifferent voice, "Sorry, I have a bad voice."

The village chief smiled, "Understood, understood."

He put the plate full of melon seeds on the table, "Take it if you want, you're welcome."

The players responded politely, and the scene looked very harmonious under the joint maintenance of both parties.

Village head: "Your superiors sent you here for a field trip?"

Li Shang consciously took on the important task of diplomacy: "That's right. The things you donated have been identified as real old items, and the organization attaches great importance to them. No, let us set off here as soon as possible."

The village head: "Yes, we feel that it is unusual when we look at it. Then how do you conduct field investigations? Do you want us to help?"

Li Shang: "At that time, I will definitely trouble everyone to take us to the place where those objects were found."

Village head: "When we get to the place, what shall we do?"

Li Shang: "Then we started to investigate around that point. We just went around and searched. We all brought instruments."

The village chief spat out the melon seed shell, looking a little curious. "What are you looking for? Tomb? Is it easy to find?"

Li Shang waved his hands, unwilling to talk to him in detail, "It depends on the situation."

"Oh," the village chief said thoughtfully, "then where do you live? This isn't a day-to-day job, is it?"

Li Shang: "We live in a tent." He gestured with his hand, "We have to guard it so that no one will destroy it."

The village chief smiled: "Will you guard it before you find it?"

His tone rose, and he looked very unbelievable.

Li Shang: "It's not just for this, it's also convenient for us to continue working the next day."

"Oh." The village head dragged on again.

He turned his eyes towards the players, and the nerves of the players immediately tensed up.

Village head: "Are so many of you going up there? Why don't you set up a shift system?"

coming.

The players thought.

"Many people are powerful." Feng Youyou answered, wanting to take the initiative in the confrontation that may arise next.

"That's the reason," the village chief clapped his hands to shake off the debris, and then picked up the white cloth beside the table to wipe it off. "But it's not safe for so many of you to go up there."

Feng Youyou asked: "Where is it not safe?"

Village head: "There have been several heavy rains recently, and the road is difficult and dangerous."

Feng Youyou frowned, "Will it be a landslide?"

Village head: "Yes."

"But I just heard that you just went up the mountain today." Ge Fangzhong said.

The village chief looked at him and smiled: "We are different from you outsiders."

Ge Fangzhong: "Different?"

Village head: "Yes, we are protected by mountain gods."

mountain god.

The players were shocked and looked at each other.

Tao Le asked tentatively: "Then, can't we also ask the mountain god to bless us?"

The village chief glanced at her, then glanced at Hu Ling calmly. "Okay, it's just a coincidence, there just happened to be a quota recently."

Tao Le: "Name, amount?" She shrank her neck in surprise and looked at Jiang Huasha.

Jiang Huasha shook her head slightly, indicating that she had no idea either.

The village head explained: "Only people who become Liangjia Village can get the blessing of the mountain god. Recently, there happened to be a person in the village who was looking for a bride."

This...couldn't be that Liang Ze?

Tao Le swallowed, "Who is it?"

The village head straightened his mind: "Liang Ze. That's a handsome young man."

Players: "..."

No matter how handsome he is, a dead man has a fart!

The village head: "How about it, how about I take you to see, and you can see each other face to face?"

"..."

Face to face or something, there is no need!

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Although they really didn't want to go to hell, but due to the task of dungeon, the players still pretended to 'gladly' agree.

The village head got up and prepared to lead them there.

Yang Dezheng said that he was tired and didn't want to join in the fun, so Li Shang stopped watching and wanted to stay and take care of the teacher.

Liang Ze's house is on the far side and the closest to the mountain forest, but it is not dilapidated, on the contrary, it is well-built, a bit like an old house in ancient times, and it is incompatible with this mountain village.

Village head: "This is it."

He went up, picked up the knocker and knocked on the door very politely.

"Da da da" three times, neither light nor heavy, neither slow nor sick.

The players stood in a group, talking in low voices.

Tao Le spoke intermittently: "Wait a minute, it won't be true, ghost, come and open the door?"

Feng Youyou shook her head, "It's hard to say."

Jiang Huasha comforted: "It's okay, the first task is to complete the ghost marriage, and we won't start fighting as soon as we come."

Tao Le's face wrinkled for a moment, "I know, I'm just afraid that he looks... breaking through the limit of human aesthetics."

After hearing this, Hu Ling had to second, "I also... a little."

The two found a common language all of a sudden, their eyes met, and they felt that their relationship with each other was getting closer.

But the expressions of Jiang Huasha and Yu Songyuan changed instantly.

... Hu Molin's complexion has been bad since he entered the dungeon, and he doesn't see much change.

Jiang Huasha pulled Tao Le to the side behind her, Yu Songyuan's arm was around Hu Ling's waist, and the posture of possession and protection was very obvious.

The onlookers on the side saw it clearly, and were about to say a few words, but heard the door behind them squeak open.

The players hurriedly concentrated their attention and looked over, and saw a man in a black gown from the Republic of China period standing inside the door.

His skin was extremely pale, even faintly tinged with blue under the gloomy sun, making his lips so red that they were almost purple, which was too seductive.

He closed his eyes, stood still, and his posture was like a bamboo.

The village head took two steps back, clasped his hands together, and said, "Mr. Liang Ze."

The attitude is respectful, even more than when the previous small talk was brought up.

Players can't help but feel puzzled.

...What is the identity of this person?

He lives in an unusual way, looks unusual, and even the village head treats him unusually.

He stood there like a mystery waiting to be solved.

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Village head Liang Zechong nodded slightly, and did not return the salute, obviously acting like a superior.

"Who are these people?" He asked, his voice was like cold spring water, clear but freezing to the bone.

Village head: "The outsiders sent by the top to find the tomb want to ask for the blessing of the mountain god." He put it more tactfully, "Can you see if there is any eye-catcher?"

Liang Ze opened his eyes and looked, those dark eyes instantly brought a huge sense of oppression to the players, as if he was facing some unknown powerful creature, one of his breath would devour their flesh and blood, another wave of his hand, even the soul will be buried in the abyss of despair.

The players lowered their heads almost at that moment, avoiding Liang Ze's sight.

Except Hu Ling.

He didn't seem to have any special feelings, but instead stared intently at Liang Ze, trying to find out the hidden secret from him.

Liang Ze looked back and let him watch.

Finally, he slowly closed his eyes and smiled.

The village head realized it immediately.He turned around and greeted: "Guests, please come in quickly, and I will show you around."

Players are tempted to say no.

After all, the owner of the house is so dangerous, can his residence be a place that can be visited casually?

The admission ticket for the incomplete visit is "one life", right?

Everyone smirked decently on their faces, but they were trembling in their hearts.

This is really a dragon's pond and a tiger's den, I have to break through...

Under the friendly smile and cold eyes of the village head, the players reluctantly walked inside.

As soon as I stepped over the threshold, I felt the temperature of my whole body drop suddenly, and it was so damp and cold that I couldn't help shivering.

"Why does it feel cold again today?" Luo He pretended to sigh casually, but actually wanted to observe the village chief's reaction.

The village chief didn't respond to this, and just replied perfunctorily: "Maybe it's more inside."

Luo He frowned, not understanding the meaning of this sentence for a moment.

"This is the place where the village is closest to the forest." Hu Ling was walking beside him, and said in a low voice when he saw this.

Luo He suddenly understood.

In other words, it is closer to the depths of the mountain.

What's in the depths of the mountain?

tomb.

What is there in the tomb?

Luo He's eyes were fixed, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Liang Ze's back, and quickly retreated.

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Liang Ze's house looks quite large from the outside, but walking inside, it feels wider.

There are pools, rockeries, sculptures, etc. in the courtyard.

It is inconvenient for people to see the private residence, but the lobby where everyone is now is quaint and elegant, and it always feels profound and valuable.

A young servant came out from nowhere, nodding his head and lowering his eyebrows, to make tea for the guests seated.

"Thank you." Luo Miao said out of habit.

The boy who was pouring the tea paused, and for a moment, steaming tea overflowed from the cup.

The players have been vigilant since the moment the boy stopped moving, and tightened his strings. Luo Miao even leaned back, with his right hand reaching his back.

Faced with such a weird situation, Liang Ze who was sitting at the top didn't react at all, but just sipped the tea in his hand.

Every move is elegant and self-sustaining, not like a person in a remote mountain village, but more like a man of insight who has been immersed in poetry, literature and etiquette for a long time.

The village chief also drank his tea silently, although he was not as pleasing to the eye as Liang Ze, but he was not as rude as an ordinary mountain villager.

Suddenly, the boy raised his head, a big red mouth was drawn on his face as white as paper, and now he was grinning too much, revealing his dark mouth.

Luo Miao pulled out the dagger, and thought of one thing in a hurry.

In the chat records on "Luo Miao"'s mobile phone, people helped her many times, but she never said "thank you"...