When I become the official match of the full-level Tu Huang [Unlimited]

After Zhang Queshan walked a certain distance, Yitu stepped out from behind the wall unhurriedly and entered Liu Shijiang's house.

A dim oil lamp was hung on the wall in the courtyard, reflecting Liu Shijiang's wrinkled face more deeply, with dried blood on his forehead.

It is Yitu Tiantian's masterpiece.

And he was sitting in front of many unformed stone statues, beating the stones irregularly.

Rather than saying that Liu Shijiang is carving stone, it is better to say that his behavior at this moment is only alleviating a deep anxiety.

This anxiety can no longer be hidden, so he has to do something to keep himself from driving himself crazy, such as sculpting.

Yitu couldn't help frowning, it wasn't until he walked up to Liu Shijiang that Liu Shijiang paid some attention.

"I have already sent the stele, I have sent it."

He repeated this sentence repeatedly, Yitu looked at the yard, and the stone tablet that was delivered in the afternoon was indeed gone.

Apart from the village chief, he never thought that there would be another person who could take away the stele.

In this way, it became impossible to obtain clues from the inscriptions on the stele.

But fortunately, Yitu has other plans, and the matter of the stele can be put aside for now.

"Hey, Mason Liu, I'm not here to pick up the stele, I'm here to pick up the hammer." Yitu tentatively said.

However, Liu Shijiang seemed to have not heard it, and talked on his own.

"The stele has been sent. Next year when the stele is cracked, I will do it again, and the year after that will be the same. Year after year..."

Yitu frowned upon hearing this, would the steles in the temple be cracked and rebuilt every year?

Isn't this the same as the village festival, which is held once a year and every year.

"They took my stele and never came back. Where did they go..."

After Liu Shijiang finished saying this, he suddenly turned to stare at Yitu, his eyes protruding outward and bursting with bloodshot eyes, which made people frightened.

"Where did my neighbors go? Did you see that?"

Yitu felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, before he could speak, Liu Shijiang asked again:

"Did you see my son? Where did he go?"

"And Meng Xiaotian, why hasn't he come back from the mountain he went up this morning?"

"Where did they all go? Where did they go!"

The more Liu Shijiang spoke, the more excited he was, he grabbed Yitu's arm tightly, feeling like he was about to be strangled.

At this time, Liu Shijiang was obviously delirious and his memory was confused.

"Where did you go, my neighbors, my son..."

Cold sweat broke out on Yitu's forehead, and he forced himself to calm down.

Liu Shijiang's strength was much stronger than that of ordinary men, and it took him almost all his strength to break free.

After finally being able to catch his breath, Liu Shijiang kept repeating those few questions.

"Where have my neighbors gone? Where have they gone?"

Yitu finally answered this time:

"Of course they're all in the river."

In the accident three years ago, most of the villagers in the village were on the capsized boat.

Liu Shijiang's neighbors were not surprised, so when they went out to look for Liu Shijiang's house in the afternoon, they saw those things in the yard next door.

One after another, the villagers with white skin and swollen bodies were hiding in the house, like zombies.

After hearing Yitu's answer, Liu Shijiang was completely stunned. His face showed pain again, and his shriveled lips trembled:

"What about my son, where did he go?"

Yitu said softly, "Your son is also in the river."

After saying this, cold sweat broke out from his hands nervously.

Where did Liu Shijiang's son go, he really didn't know.

And the answer he said was just a guess based on the information given by the village chief and some of his inferences.

Will you die if you answer wrong?Although Yitu is highly nervous now, on the surface he can still hold on.

He stared firmly at the hammer in Liu Shijiang's hand, afraid that he would be hit by it accidentally, so he couldn't help but move it backwards.

Liu Shijiang didn't notice his small movements, and he was still in a trance state.

"That's right, my son is dead too..."

Liu Shijiang's expression became even more painful, but the hammer in his hand couldn't help hitting those stones, venting his resentment.

"Yes, my son is dead too."

"He was killed and thrown in the river."

Two lines of blood and tears flowed from Liu Shijiang's eyes, and Yitu, who guessed the answer, was shocked and relieved at the same time.

He didn't expect that his guess was right. When he mentioned Liu Shijiang's son to the village chief, the village chief's expression was gloomy.

There must have been some conflict between the two, but Yitu didn't think that deeply, he only firmly remembered one point.

No matter who entered Mengjia Village, they had to cross the river in front of the village, otherwise they would have to climb over the three mountains behind the village.

Just like the day they came, they came by boat.

But the village chief said that Liu Shijiang's son had left Mengjiacun for a big city long ago. If Liu Cheng hadn't left, the village chief would give people the illusion that he had left.

Then nine out of ten he was left in this river.

It's just that the process of the answer is different from what he guessed. Liu Cheng didn't get on the ship that capsized 13 years ago.

He was killed artificially.

Yitu was engrossed in his thoughts, and Liu Shijiang's third question rang out again.

"Where did Meng Xiaotian go? I remember he said a few days ago that he would go up the mountain to pick wild vegetables for his wife..."

Liu Shijiang muttered to himself, his memory at this moment was completely confused.

I can't remember the past, and I can't remember the present.

As for who Meng Xiaotian is, Yitu also has the answer in his heart.

He is the son of the village chief who was killed by a mandrill on the mountain, Meng Xiaotian.

The village chief told the players that his son had also been bitten by a mandrill, but he told them not to look for Ruan Mengmeng, a high school student who was also bitten.

He was sure their companion was dead, as if it had happened to him before.

Therefore, the village head's son did not survive, he also died on the mountain.

But Yitu didn't know why the village chief wanted to cover up the truth, and even gave the illusion that his son was still alive in his words.

"Where is Meng Xiaotian..."

"He's not here anymore." Yitu said.

As soon as his words fell, Liu Shijiang shouted excitedly:

"Lie! You lie!"

Yitu took a step back, looked at the npc who was about to run away in front of him, and quickly said:

"Meng Xiaotian is really gone, he was burned to death by me."

[Anonymous player 531: Huh?kindness?Fuck!

Anonymous Player 666: That fly monster?Is it the son of the village chief?Fuck!

Anonymous player 360: All three of his answers are correct, basically consistent with my inference, this rookie is really a dark horse.

Anonymous player 361: May I ask what level of card dealer the boss upstairs is?Did you vote?

Anonymous player 360: I'm level [-]. I voted too early and didn't give it to newcomers. I missed it. I regret it (embarrassed smile.jpg)

Anonymous player 407: Huh, even the big bosses are mistaken, so I don’t worry, as long as you don’t pay, you’ll be fine.

Anonymous player 351: How dare this rookie burn NPCs?It actually burned to death (Shock.jpg)

Anonymous player 360: But the one who voted for No. [-] won’t lose money, because it’s someone I know, so I didn’t think too much about it

Anonymous Player 345: ? ? ? ?Me?

Anonymous player 777: The big guy knows the big guy too?What do you mean by steady profit?

Anonymous player 541: Vote for No. [-], you will definitely earn more than No. [-]. Don’t ask who I am, I am the Emperor of Prophecy (BGM has sounded.jpg)

Anonymous player 568: Burning to death is also an answer, let me knock! 】

The hammer Liu Shijiang swayed suddenly stopped, and it took a long time before he nodded slowly:

"Oh, it turned out to be dead."

Yitu breathed a sigh of relief instantly, the fly monster he burned to death in the shop was Meng Xiaotian who was bitten to death by a mandrill.

At the beginning, he saw that a large piece of flesh had fallen off the man's neck, which was obviously caused by the bite of a wild animal.

Among the NPCs in this card game, only the son of the village head was bitten by a wild beast.

So when the fly monster appeared, Yitu guessed his identity at a glance.

This is why Fu Xue was surprised that he no longer asked the village chief about his son's whereabouts, because he already knew who the village chief's son was, so why bother to ask.

And more importantly, Meng Xiaotian was burned to death by him, and the village chief probably didn't know about it.

How dare Yitu step forward to get rid of the mold, it's always right to be honest.

Liu Shijiang stood there blankly, and it took a long time to come back to his senses, as if recalling some painful memory, his whole body trembled uncontrollably.

And the hammer that he had been holding tightly in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

Yitu's heart moved, and he carefully picked up the hammer, the handle was not stained with blood.

He just picked up the hammer, but Liu Shijiang suddenly fell to his knees, which startled Yitu.

"I remembered, it all started with Meng Xiaotian's death."

Liu Shijiang's voice was hoarse and bitter, "On the third day after his death, Meng Yitian invited a god back from outside the village and built a village temple."

"He called that god the Mother Goddess in an attempt to resurrect his own son."

"The so-called village festival every year is the day when those people return."

Yitu was shocked.

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[Player No. 48 should advance the plot to [-]%, and the status of the house number has not been refreshed, please work hard for other players! 】

When the system prompt appeared on everyone's game panel, everyone's expressions changed slightly.