The village chief obviously didn't expect that someone would ignore his gloomy temperament and open their mouths to talk to him about it.
The most terrible thing is that after Kou Dong said this, the little boy who talked the most in the group of children just turned his face up and looked at him—look at him, needless to say, he knows what he is saying to Kou Dong now The proposal is very exciting.
Moreover, at first glance, it was his own child.
The village head opened his mouth, seeing that his grandson followed suit at the same time, he was really angry. He glared at his grandson, made the child lower his head again, and immediately said: "Outsiders, you are just invited to dance in the Nuo opera, don't worry about superfluous things."
Kou Dong stood up from the ground, ignored the threat in his tone, and only smiled slightly: "Village Chief, you are in good health."
The old man lifted his eyelids suddenly, and stared at him instead.
Kou Dong is also very courageous, and he is not afraid of being looked at by him like this. He even joked with him: "My dad is only in his forties, and his body is not as strong as yours."
These words made the old man's expression slightly relaxed, and he finally answered, "Of course."
Kou Dong: "Is it because of the gods enshrined in your temple? Can I worship?"
The village chief frowned again. He gave Kou Dong a warning look, the corner of his mouth suddenly twitched, and he sneered, "Outsiders—gods don't worship at will."
If it were another person, he might be quite frightened by his pretentious tone. But Kou Dong only groaned, and questioned his soul: "But I think your sacrifices are nothing special."
Isn't it just a little worthless fruit
He raised his eyebrows, "Or... we who dance the Nuo opera are special?"
The smile on the corner of the old man's mouth could not be maintained any longer, and he stopped talking to him. With a shake of his hand, he drove away a group of children on the ground like chasing chickens. His own eyes were cold, and he turned and walked into the alley.
Kou Dong murmured: "This reaction seems really special."
He brushed the cub off his shoulders, held it in his palm, and thought deeply: "It's quite weird."
Ye Yanzhi: "His eyesight is slack, but his footsteps are firm, and his soul and body don't quite match."
Kou Dong was a little surprised: "Zai, can you see this too?"
Ye Yanzhi didn't answer. In fact, the Ye family is good at soul art and knows the secrets of feng shui, so it can be regarded as the most important branch of the feng shui family. As an heir, he naturally studied from an early age and never relaxed for a day.
As for what Kou Dong mentioned earlier, the orange, the platform... He has never learned it, but he is familiar with Eastern and Western ghosts, gods and folklore.
Kou Dong wandered around the village, but didn't gain much. This village looks small, but it is impossible to get out of it. Whenever the road ends, it will go back to the old road when it came.
endless.
There are not many families in the village, only a dozen or so, and all of them have high beams. Other than that, there is only one mysterious temple that is built to enshrine the gods of an unknown family.
There were many villagers coming and going, but no one spoke to him. Kou Dong tried several times but failed, but a thin female voice behind him said, "Don't ask, they all look like gourds, they don't even open their mouths."
Kou Dong turned his head and saw that it was "land".
"Land" Nuo's face was kind and kind, he didn't sound very old, and his voice was a bit childish, "Really."
Kou Dong paused, and then replied: "Indeed."
"What is this Nuo mask of yours?" Tutu asked him, drawing the eyebrows and eyes on his mask with thin white fingers, "It looks so pretty."
Kou Dong smiled and replied, "Your one looks better."
This is a fact, the land is a good god, but Zhong Kui is a fierce god, with an angry look and scowling eyes, naturally it is difficult to be called good-looking.
Land seemed to realize something and laughed too.
"Yeah... sorry," she said, "someone in my ancestors could have done this, but never drew this god. Does it scare you?"
"No," said Kou Dong, "it's fine."
He caressed the villain with his hand without a trace.
Ye Yanzhi hung on his clothes and touched his fingertips.
Land Proposal: "Walk Together?"
Kou Dong stared at her under Nuo's face.
"-OK."
They took a brief stroll in the village together. At six o'clock, seeing the sky gradually getting dark, they bid farewell to each other and went back to rest.
Kou Dong returned to the first room and lay on the bed. He couldn't actually sleep, and I'm sure everyone else couldn't, either.
With his hands on the mask, he talked to Ye Yanzhi one after another.
"Cub, how do you think this game should be played?"
Ye Yanzhi sat on his chest, frowning at him. The Nuo mask made the villain feel in the way—it blocked the young man's face.
Kou Dong's body undulated slightly with the breathing rhythm, and Ye Yanzhi followed suit. He said, "Are you talking about people, or ghosts?"
The two games are very different.
Kou Dong laughed, stretched out his hand suddenly to lift him up, rubbed his face, "Smart."
Ye Yanzhi had nowhere to hide, his cheeks were rubbed red, as if someone had applied blush to him. He frowned on Kou Dong's hand, very dissatisfied, "Don't rub me all the time."
"What's wrong with rubbing you?" Kou Dong couldn't understand, "Can't rub you? It's because Dad loves you!"
Ye Yanzhi: "..."
Very well, he thought darkly, you'd better remember what you said.
At that time, even if she was rubbed and cried on the bed, she would have to bear it.
It's all so out of love.
At 7:30, Kou Dong went out and walked towards the temple. The rules deliberately emphasized that it was necessary to arrive at eight o'clock, and he didn't think it would be a good thing to be late.
There were quite a few people who thought the same, and Kou Dong bumped into several Nuo faces along the way, nodding to each other, and no one said much.
There are twelve more wooden chairs on the ground in front of the temple. They are seated in the order they came, and they are numbered from left to right. Kou Dong was in the front group, sitting third.
There was no light in the clearing, only the faint flickering candlelight in the temple. The shadows of the crowd were stretched by the candlelight, and the protruding eyebrows and eyes on the mask were reflected more and more clearly on the ground, as if the fierce god had really come to life.
There was silence, not even the slightest sound of insects could be heard in the grass. The atmosphere was oppressive and dull, and a few people quietly looked up at the sky.
The moon in the sky was full, but anyone could tell at a glance that something was wrong. The moon was bigger than anything I had seen before, and it was not white, but more like a red one—as if there was a layer of blood mist in front of it, and it couldn't disperse.
This kind of moonlight makes people feel even worse.
Kou Dong looked down and saw a shadow in the distance. Someone came slowly from the end of the path with a kerosene lamp. He also wore a Nuo mask on his face, but it was completely white, without any patterns on it. He raised the lamp, shined on the chair, and said in a low voice, "Is it all here?"
No one said anything. He looked at it himself, and saw that the twelve chairs were full.
"Very good." Bai Nuo said, "It's time to start."
He placed the kerosene lamp on the ground.
This seemed to be a signal, and everyone was staring intently. Bai Nuo bowed heavily to the statue covered in red cloth, then stepped in, and took out a wooden stick holder from the side.
Bai Nuomian exerted force on his hand, and the wooden stick shook.
clatter—
clatter—
The voice was monotonous and repetitive, repeated in front of the statue. Finally, one of the picks wobbled a lot, dangling on the edge, and it was about to fall out.
With a snap, it tilted its head and completely fell to the ground.
Bai Nuomian picked up the lottery.
His face was blocked by a weird mask, no one could see his expression clearly, only his hand could be seen slowly turning the lottery around.
"Ninth guest please," he hissed, a strange smile in his voice.
The players on the chairs suddenly realized something and turned to look to their right. On the ninth chair, sat the laughing monk, but his hands and feet were trembling at the moment, apparently out of fear.
"No," he said tremblingly, "no..."
"Please invite the ninth guest."
Bai Nuomian repeated this sentence again, and the sign was facing him—a small nine was drawn on the bottom of the wooden sign.
The laughing monk's white robe was shaking. He clearly didn't want to stand up, but the strength came from somewhere, but he just clamped his arms and forced him to stand up.
ghost!
Ghost!
He almost wanted to scream, but he couldn't utter a sound—the hand that grabbed him suddenly let go, and he staggered forward and fell at Bai Nuomian's feet.
Bai Nuomian turned his face to him.
"The ninth guest," Bai Nuo asked him face to face, "Which guest did you find out?"
"..."
The laughing monk trembled and didn't answer.
He raised his eyes, tossing and turning in despair among the eleven invisible faces. This was the first day, and he was particularly afraid of these things, so he almost never went out during the day.
And where can I know that these are people or ghosts
He didn't answer for a long time. Bai Nuo lowered his head and stared at him, then repeated what he had just said.
"Please tell me—which guest did you find the identity of?"
Ye Yanzhi sat on Kou Dong's shoulder, and suddenly said, "He has to say it."
Kou Dong: "Huh?"
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a scream - the other hand of Bai Nuo's face was always behind his back, and it turned out to be a sharp bone-cutting knife. Under the watchful eyes of the Nuomen, he suddenly stabbed the knife into the laughing monk's arm, barely cutting off the hand.
The stench of blood suddenly spread in the air, and Kou Dong vaguely felt a little sick.
The scene made him uncomfortable.
There was also a small commotion among the Nuo faces sitting on the chairs.
Bai Nuomian held a sharp knife in his hand, and slowly pulled it out from his skin. The knife was no longer sharp, and blood dripped from its top.
He raised the knife and wiped it with the corner of his clothes.
The laughing monk gasped for breath, as if he was about to faint from the pain, he hugged Bai Nuomian's feet vigorously.
"Please," he begged intermittently, "please..."
However, the other party ignored it. The light of the knife flickered slightly, and then moved towards his right arm.
"The ninth guest," Bai Nuomian said in a strange voice, "did you not find it because you are useless?"
At this moment, fear suddenly occupied the heart of the laughing monk. He said loudly: "No! I found out... I found out!"
Bai Nuomian still did not put down the sharp knife, looking at him through the thick mask.
"Then please tell me."
"I found out..." The laughing monk's voice was crying, "Number two, I found out number two..."
Kou Dong suddenly looked to his left.
Qin Tong sat in the second seat, and he was showing the most normal Nuo Mian today, faintly appealing among this group of people. His reaction, like the normal reaction of any veteran, reminded everyone to arrive on time.
Kou Dong already guessed what the laughing monk was going to say. Sure enough, the laughing monk trembled and said, "He...he is a human..."
Bai Nuomian raised the kerosene lamp again, illuminating Qin Tong.
"Then," he said, "invite the second guest to come forward."
Qin Tong's squinting eyes and crooked mouth became more and more conspicuous against the light, and the white oil paint seemed to drip from the mask. He got up from his chair and walked forward.
Seeing him, the laughing monk seemed to have seen the dawn, and stretched out his hand to him with great effort.
"Help me," he tried to reach out to touch Qin Tong, "help me..."
Qin Tong looked down at him.
"Please ask this guest to verify in person," Bai Nuo said, pointing at the smiling monk, "Are you sure, is this guest in front of you a human?"
The laughing monk endured the pain and nodded.
People of course!
This Qin Tong's tone is clearly a real person—
"Then please take off his Nuo mask."
Bai Nuomian said so.
The laughing monk was taken aback.
Take off the... mask
"Take it off and you'll know the answer."
"Whether it's right...or wrong...you'll know right away."
The laughing monk's Adam's apple moved, as if he was swallowing hard. With some effort, he slowly stood up from the ground, still hanging a nearly useless arm.
Qin Tong was standing opposite him, only a step away from him, and the red hat was very eye-catching in the dim light.
Holding the lamp on his face, Bai Nuo urged, "Please hurry up, both guests."
When the laughing monk heard these words, he gritted his teeth and stretched out his hand completely. The fingers of that hand were still trembling, barely grasping the edge of Qin Tong's Nuo face.
Must be people, must be people...
He repeated it in his heart, telling himself over and over again.
Can't go wrong.
Qin Tong's hand patted his shoulder reassuringly.
This action gave Laughing Monk some courage, he grasped the mask thoroughly, and finally made a sudden force—
The wooden mask was completely overturned and fell in front of his eyes.
—He saw a gentle man's face, with thin eyebrows and flat eyes, a very ordinary appearance.
The laughing monk suddenly collapsed, feeling relieved. He laughed hahaha, waved the remaining arm, and said loudly: "It's a man! It's a man!!"
He is alive!
He bet right! !
Kou Dong also felt relieved inevitably. There are people under the mask, which is a good thing after all. He could feel that the atmosphere of the people around him was also relaxed, and Qin Tong's lips showed a smile, and he stretched out his hand to pull the laughing monk.
Ye Yanzhi was always looking at Qin Tong, but now he leaned against Kou Dong's ear and said in a low voice, "Something's wrong."
Surprised, Kou Dong raised his head, just in time to see Qin Tong pulling him up from the ground.
The laughing monk thought he was fine, so he reached out and hugged him, "Brother..."
He couldn't finish the sentence.
Someone around suddenly let out a suppressed scream.
Kou Dong knew what they were calling, Qin Tong, the "person" they thought of, and now the skin all over his body was falling off piece by piece. He took off the bloody skin, and what was exposed inside was all black and black, as if it had been scorched by flames.
A whoo-ho laugh came out of his mouth. He licked his lips and turned to the laughing monk, bit his throat suddenly, and bit it off completely at once—Kou Dong never knew that such a crisp sound could be made from a human body.
"Congratulations..." The ghost slowly raised his face from the top, and said with a smile, "—I guessed wrong."
"..."
There was a dead silence in the arena. This sudden scene frightened the Nuomians on the chairs.
Only Bai Nuo clapped his hands and said to the hungry ghost, "Congratulations to this guest."
"..."
Kou Dong frowned, feeling more uncomfortable.
No one wanted to congratulate him, and the sound of crunching and chewing was endless. But Bai Nuomian didn't seem to see it at all, until the ghost on the ground dragged the laughing monk's feet and pulled him outside, Bai Nuomian turned his face away.
"Very well," he said, "then—"
He picked up the stick again.
"We will draw another guest."
The blood on the ground hadn't been wiped clean, and it had condensed into a pool there. The previous lesson was so tragic that everyone was terrified, staring at Bai Nuo's face and started shaking the stick again.
That voice sounds like a reminder bell now.
Wow.
Wow.
Bai Nuomian shook the lottery cylinder with rattling noises. From his movements, Kou Dong could clearly feel that he was more excited than last time.
This excitement made Kou Dong feel uncomfortable.
If the other party is only excited because of seeing blood, that's a good thing.
If he's excited about something else...
The new sign fell out, Bai Nuomian picked it up and turned it over for everyone to see.
"It's the third guest," his voice trembled a little, trying to suppress the strange excitement in his chest, "the third guest..."
Kou Dong: "..."
Sure enough, sad premonitions are never wrong.
He said that this group of NPCs are seldom happy, and once they are happy, they can't hide it...
That basically made up his mind to cheat him.
Kou Dong got up from the chair, Ye Yanzhi was still sitting on his shoulder, and said, "You mean the land? She doesn't have to be human."
The Nuo face that Kou Dong has the most contact with today is the land, and besides her, Kou Dong has no one else to identify.
Kou Dong whispered to his cub, "No."
The land seemed to have no problem, but the one who approached him was too active, which really made Kou Dong unable to stay vigilant.
Others don't know, but he knows exactly what buff he has on him—that's because the NPC's favorability is full.
In this case, the ones who really want to get close to him are either the NPCs who want to devour him, or the players who are harmless but will cause serious consequences...
The scene of being chased and killed by the whole research institute in the last dungeon is still vivid in my memory. Kou Dong doesn't want to experience either of these two situations.
Ye Yanzhi's expression also turned solemn, and he said, "Then who are you referring to?"
It was only the first day, and their amount of information was really too little.
Kou Dong's situation is also different from other players. If he makes a mistake, he will be dragged down by his legs on the spot—once he falls into the hands of an NPC, he will never be able to get out for the rest of his life.
He grabbed a strand of Kou Dong's hair, and became more depressed: "They did it on purpose."
This is absolutely impossible to be drawn, he itself represents luck, and has already offset Kou Dong's lucky E attribute.
Kou Dong said: "I know. How could they resist cheating me when I just entered the dungeon?"
It's like having a plate of cheesecake right in front of your eyes, who can resist trying it with a spoon
He has a very clear position on himself, that is, the cheesecake that the NPCs are looking for is the Tang Monk meat that everyone covets. Those who didn't eat didn't mean they didn't want to eat, but because they didn't have the chance—as long as they had the chance, they would be eaten to the brim.
Alas, the slag is cool for a while, and the crematorium afterwards.
Kou Dong really wants to be alert to the scumbags in the world, don't play with people's hearts, even the hearts of game characters. Who knows when they will jump from a sweet love game to a horror game
He walked forward slowly, Bai Nuo's eyes were more focused than before. There was creepy joy in those eyes, and the eyes behind the mask stared at Kou Dong without blinking.
Kou Dong really doesn't know what this group of NPCs are thinking. It's okay for him to look idiot when he is good-looking, but now that he has such a vicious mask on his face, how can he still keep his eyes on it
It's like being able to see through him.
Bai Nuo asked: "The third guest, which guest's identity did you find out?"
Following his question, the Nuomen on the chairs also turned their heads. One after another, Nuo masks were facing Kou Dong, hiding faces of worry or excitement underneath.
Kou Dong was not in a hurry, and slowly, with his hands behind his back, read the reactions of these Nuo faces one by one.
Among them, the performance of the land is the most obvious. With both hands resting on the handle and the body leaning forward, it is obviously a worried look.
Kou Dong finished reading them all, then turned his face away, and asked Bai Nuomian a wrong question, "Are you the owner of this temple?"
Bai Nuo was taken aback.
The kerosene lamp in his hand shook slightly, he hesitated for a few seconds before answering: "Of course not."
"Oh," said Kou Dong, "very good."
Bai Nuo asked, "...???"
it is good
Where the hell is it
His head was full of doubts, and he had a vague feeling of not being good. When he wanted to urge him again, Kou Dong took the initiative to take over his words and replied: "Then I have chosen."
Bai Nuomian was a little flustered by his words, and said in a rare way: "Otherwise, think again."
You chose too fast! I'm not ready yet!
Kou Dong: "No, I don't want to."
Everyone: "..."
Isn't this style of painting a bit wrong
Kou Dong looked at Bai Nuo's face, and said very sincerely and politely: "I'm not picky either, just you."
Bai Nuo looked at him darkly, but he didn't understand what the phrase "it's you" meant.
Kou Dong: "That's right, I saw through your identity. I think you are a ghost."
Bai Nuo Mian: "!!!"
The author has something to say:
Kou Dong: I am very happy when I skin it.
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