They waited in this mist. A moment later, a staggering figure appeared behind the fog.
The man was not wearing a Nuo mask, so Kou Dong recognized it at a glance—it was the bull spirit identified tonight. Niu Jing was a middle-aged woman, her leg seemed to be injured at the moment, she limped towards them, and after seeing Kou Dong's white robe clearly, she stopped abruptly.
Her breathing still hasn't calmed down, panting violently, looking at Kou Dong vigilantly.
Kou Dong raised his hand at her, expressing that he didn't mean to hurt her.
The woman looked at him for a long time, and seeing that he really hadn't come, she walked towards the end of the street. Although his legs and feet are not very flexible, he is still alive.
From Kou Dong's point of view, this is at least a good thing.
Ye Yanzhi asked him, "Let's go?"
If I don't leave now, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to leave if the villagers find out that it's the culprit later.
Kou Dong said, "Let's go."
He walked back quietly along the path, and heard the creaking sound of villagers opening the doors on both sides, as if disturbed by the crying of children. Someone has come out of the house with a stick. If Kou Dong was a few minutes later, he would have been blocked by these villagers.
Kou Dong got into his room and finally let go of the big rock he was holding in his heart. Hearing the chaos outside, the sound of footsteps and shouts, he said calmly, "It should be very uneasy tonight."
Ye Yanzhi said: "That's right. They are not qualified to live a peaceful life."
Thinking about it now, he still doesn't have a good impression of these villagers who are revengeful, and he fully understands what the evil god is doing.
He jumped off Kou Dong's shoulder, and he couldn't help feeling a little suspicious, "At Qin Tong's place today, why did you ask about sandalwood?"
Young people are not people who talk nonsense about important things. But if he said it, he must have discovered something.
Kou Dong replied: "It is to verify my conjecture."
Ye Yanzhi: "What about the verification result?"
Kou Dong smiled softly, and said in a low voice, "It's exactly the same as I imagined."
"..."
"Now there is only one problem that has not been clarified," Kou Dong let go of all his strength and leaned his head heavily on the pillow. Staring at the high ceiling, he muttered, "Why the hell would he want revenge?"
He vaguely felt that this was the most important answer to completely solve this dungeon.
On the second day, there was no sound of drum music in the village, and no one went to the funeral.
When Kou Dong woke up, he found Zhong Kui's mask on the head of his bed again, as if he had returned to the first day.
He walked out the door and saw a Nuo God squatting on the street, complaining in a low voice. When Kou Dong heard the familiar voice, he stepped forward and patted the other party - the person being patted turned his head, and had already changed into the Nuo face of the Kitchen God.
She looked Kou Dong up and down, and said, "Are you Zhong Kui again?"
Kou Dong nodded.
"Hello Zhong Kui," said Erlang God yesterday and Kitchen God today enviously, "It is said that Zhong Kui can catch ghosts..."
Kou Dong smiled slightly, avoided the topic, and asked him instead: "What are you doing here?"
The Kitchen God said, "Oh, I'm looking at the villagers today.—They don't seem normal."
In fact, what she said was euphemistic, the village was far more noisy than usual. There were sounds of beating and beating in every household, and someone ran out the door, bumping his head against the wall in pain.
It was like stepping into a large mental hospital.
Kou Dong knew better than anyone how the scene in front of him came about, but he remained calm, "What's going on?"
The Kitchen God said he didn't know, "Who knows, it's like this when I woke up, maybe I did something wrong."
Kou Dong asked: "Why do you think they did something wrong instead of being harmed by someone?"
The Kitchen God raised his face to look at him, as if he was inconceivable.
"Please—" She pointed to a nearby villager who was sitting silently in a corner, "Look at their figures, and look at the legs and feet of the village chief. Who can kill them?"
There was a sudden pause in her voice, and then a coldness permeated into her voice.
"It's their own fault for becoming like this."
At this time, her attitude coincided with Ye Yanzhi's.
Kou Dong didn't answer, just sniffed lightly again. Immediately, he raised his eyes and calmly watched the panic-stricken villagers in this village.
"Yeah," he said, narrowing his eyes, "whom can we blame?"
When people are unwilling to accept the facts, they not only hypnotize themselves, but also hypnotize others.
those were dreams...
It's all fake, it doesn't exist
The more they say it to themselves, the more they believe it from the bottom of their hearts. No matter how happy the neighbors were at the funeral, no matter how old they were, no matter how flexible their legs and feet were, and no matter how flexible the village chief’s legs and feet were, the neighbor’s children didn’t grow a single centimeter... They all firmly believed that all this was just an illusion. .
The people living in Shanhai Village are still alive, and those who may have committed the crime of blasphemy are those foreigners.
This sentence has been said a lot, but it has not become true.
But now, Kou Dong completely tore through this layer of tulle.
All that's left is the brutal truth, bloody and heavy on them.
Shanhai Village finally remembered the past that he tried to bury. This crime was so heavy that they couldn't breathe.
… They killed God.
They killed gods...
No NPC came out to stop them, which made it easier for the Nuomen to explore the village. Kou Dong bid farewell to the Kitchen God and went to the temple alone, only to find that the two villagers guarding the gate had disappeared.
He simply opened the temple door openly and generously.
The expression of the Buddha statue is not as compassionate as before. He stared at the door, as if seeing the struggle of the villagers, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.
Ye Yanzhi didn't like this evil god very much now, so he opened his mouth and said, "It's such an ugly smile."
Kou Dong: "..."
His cub has been very hostile recently.
He rubbed the little man's face smoothly.
Ye Yanzhi's hostility was only aimed at the statue, but it was gentle when it came to Kou Dong. He hugged the finger, rubbing his cheek lightly against it.
Kou Dong finally confirmed the number of oil lamps.
There are still one hundred and fifty-seven oil lamps, which is only the number of villagers.
This amount is not easy to obtain, and it is impossible to knock on doors from door to door.
Not a census.
Kou Dong felt relaxed, and said casually, "Then call them all out."
Ye Yanzhi: "...how do you shout?"
Kou Dong said it so easily, but he was a little puzzled.
Before he finished speaking, he saw Kou Dong lift up the oil lamp.
Ye Yanzhi: "?"
Kou Dong squinted his eyes and took a look at the burning lamps.
"A lot of oil."
He meant it.
Ye Yanzhi: "??"
Kou Dong took down the few sticks of incense that had been tributed in front of the statue, and took advantage of the opportunity to borrow a little flame from the oil lamp. The flames ignited slightly on the incense, dancing bright red.
Kou Dong still felt that the burning was not strong enough, so he said to the statue, "I'll lend you something more."
He tore off some of the hanging curtains and lit them all up.
Ye Yanzhi looked at his skillful movements like flowing clouds and flowing water, and gradually felt that he couldn't breathe, "You..."
You're making him a little flustered!
The flame gradually turned into a fireball. Kou Dong guarded the fire, calmly said: "If you want to do it, do it with a big ticket."
Ye Yanzhi: "???"
"Cub," Kou Dong said excitedly, "let's burn this village down!"
"..."
The villain was completely stunned and couldn't hold back a word.
He originally thought that Kou Dong was joking.
But when Kou Dong really squatted under the corner of a house and started pouring oil seriously, he realized that the youth seemed to be coming for real.
—It’s really burning.
The long curtains, soaked in oil, rumbled across the floor like long carpets.
Kou Dong lowered his body in front of this, and slowly approached the flame in his hand.
With a soft "poof", the flame suddenly jumped up and moved forward along the terrain, turning the road into a long flowing orange-red river.
The fire was raging, Ye Yanzhi standing on Kou Dong's shoulder was full of bewilderment.
He was by Kou Dong's side only in the second dungeon, and he hasn't seen Kou Dong's operation of burning the castle. Now that I am lucky enough to see it, I know that Kou Dong is really proficient at playing with fire, and he only picks the wooden structure of this house to start with, and burns every one accurately. While pouring oil, he also shouted for help, "It's on fire, put out the fire!"
The villagers' fear of fire is indelible. When they were ghosts, they would be burned to ashes by the fire in the hands of the idol. Even now that he has become a human again, that fear has already been deeply buried in his heart, just hearing the word fire, he is terrified in his heart.
Even though he knew that he would not be burned to death at this moment, he still couldn't control himself and ran out the door, eager to get away from the jumping flames.
There were also flames on the street, driven by the fire, they had to gather towards the temple entrance. Kou Dong just squatted here, like a pig farmer waiting for the piglets to return to the pen, slowly counting the number of people who ran in panic, "One, two, three..."
"One hundred and fifty, one hundred and fifty one... one hundred and fifty two."
he said.
"A total of one hundred and fifty-two."
Ye Yanzhi said: "This means that there are five ghosts in the team."
Kou Dong corrected him: "It's six."
There is also a ghost, because the identification was successful, the light has gone out.
Ye Yanzhi nodded, but forgot him.
"Then, we can answer the questions," he said. "When we first entered the game, there were six people and six ghosts. It's balanced."
When he said this sentence, the system popped up a prompt box.
[Please confirm whether this answer is the final answer, and you can leave the copy immediately if you answer it correctly. A: Yes. B: No.]
[Please note that every choice will affect the player's final outcome. Please choose carefully.]
The villain said: "This should be the final answer, there are no other villagers."
All the people have gathered here.
But even though he said that, Ye Yanzhi still frowned.
Kou Dong asked him, "What?"
"...too simple." The villain replied hesitantly, "I always feel that there is something wrong."
He understands the system better than these players. The system's obsession with Kou Dong can't be summed up easily—in order to keep the young man, the system will take advantage of all possible loopholes in the rules and increase all the difficulties it can raise.
But getting the answer in this way is too smooth.
As long as they find out the corresponding relationship between villagers and ghosts, and then match the number of oil lamps in the temple. —This is not a difficult task for Kou Dong.
After he finished speaking, Kou Dong smiled slightly. He replied: "You are right."
After all, he chose no without hesitation.
The system frame flicked slightly, as if unwillingly, before disappearing in front of them.
Ye Yanzhi was still sitting on Kou Dong's shoulder, and finally expressed his thoughts, "I always feel that there is a Nuo face that is not right."
"Who?"
The villain said solemnly: "The one who always comes looking for you."
He still remembers the phrase "the waist is really thin", and every time he thinks of it, he feels uncomfortable, "She doesn't look like a player."
Instead, it looks more like an NPC.
Kou Dong: "If it's an NPC, it should already be included in the number of ghosts."
There is no need to care whether a particular person is or not.
Ye Yanzhi still felt wrong. He hesitated: "The main NPC of this dungeon hasn't appeared yet."
It just didn't make sense to just have a big, stupid statue hanging in front of them all day and night.
And the IQ of the statue is not like the main NPC who can take on a copy...
Kou Dong looked at his cub with admiration, and sighed: "You are really smart."
Ye Yanzhi was not used to being praised suddenly.
As a result, Kou's father's next sentence followed immediately, "It seems that I inherited it from me."
Ye Yanzhi: "..."
God is so genetic.
"Let's look for it again." Kou Dong said, "There must be something that hasn't been found yet."
During the period when the villagers were panicked and gathered in the temple, Kou Dong went to the village chief's house. In a wooden box already covered with ashes, he found a heavy book with merit book written on it.
When it was opened, it was the villagers' worship record to the first god.
"On a certain day in a certain year and a certain month, a certain person in the village paid a few catties of sesame oil as a tribute."
"On a certain day in a certain year, a certain month in the village, a certain number of bottles of tribute wine and incense money..."
A thick book is full of such records. God has protected Shanhai Village for hundreds of years, and the people in the village have supported him for hundreds of years.
Kou Dong kept flipping back, and on the last page, he suddenly saw a record that was different from others.
"On a certain day in a certain year, a certain month and a certain day, the neighboring village has no name and offered a bowl of white rice as a tribute."
But a few words.
Kou Dong looked at this article over and over again, and then scrolled down, but he didn't see any records about this nameless person. In such a thick merit book, only this one is not from Shanhai Village.
Kou Dong thought for a moment, then tore off the page and stuffed it in his pocket.
He found a gap to ask Qin Tong directly. Qin Tong always felt that he was ashamed of them, and he knew everything without saying anything. When he saw this record, he frowned and pondered for a long time, before he clapped his hands, "Yes, someone else has been here before!"
Kou Dong: "Who is it?"
"It's not from Shanhai Village," Qin Tong replied, "It's from Gujia Village next door... It seems to be a beggar from their village."
As he spoke, he sighed slightly again.
"Gu Family Village is gone now."
"Every village should have gods. But the gods said that the gods that should have been in their village were not in place, so in that earthquake, they died completely—not even a single person left."
Qin Tong pondered for a while, and then made a gesture with his hands.
"That's a child. He's not very tall. He's probably here... His parents have died long ago, so he's the only one left. There's no one in the village to take care of him. Every family says he must be a disaster, so they kicked him out..."
"I only saw him once in the village. At that time, he was offering something before the gods and was caught by the village head."
Kou Dong asked, "Is it rice?"
"Yes, it's ordinary rice," Qin Tong replied. "No one has this kind of rice—it's nothing unusual. God would need this! The village chief asked him to take it back, but the child ran very fast. The hands are gone. Therefore, the flowers are put there."
As he said, flipping through the thin page, he couldn't help but be amazed, "Is the village chief confused? Even memorize this? - What kind of merit!"
Kou Dong frowned.
"Is that what you told him?"
"Of course," Qin Tong said, "what's the use of having ordinary things?"
They worship the gods, of course it should be the best. The best wine, the best melons and fruits, the fattest pigs and sheep every year, the plumpest and most abundant ears of wheat—compared with these, a small bowl of rice found from nowhere, even cold and hard, It was almost moldy, and I don't know how long it had been stored in the child's hands.
Such a thing is not even worthy of appearing in front of the throne of God.
Kou Dong's voice suddenly turned cold. He said: "It's not up to you to decide whether it's precious or not, but it's up to the giver of this heart."
Qin Tong moved his lips, looking a little surprised, but Kou Dong didn't want to hear it anymore. He turned around straight away, and walked heavily on the road.
"Eight o'clock tonight, we'll be there early, son."
Kou Dong said to Ye Yanzhi on his shoulder.
The villain thought so deeply, "The only time he wants to do something is today."
Up to now, Kou Dong has already figured out most of the plot, and knows the number of ghosts—as long as the number of people is determined, he can immediately complete the game and leave the instance. The NPC is probably already very anxious.
If he wants to keep Kou Dong, there are only two opportunities left.
That was the last two identifications tonight.
If he can be drawn and successfully identified as Kou Dong, then Kou Dong will naturally lose.
But if you fail to draw...
Kou Dong didn't panic either. Now that he has Ye Yanzhi, his luck value has been greatly improved, and he is no longer the African with a lucky value of E back then.
After leaving Africa and entering Europe, he is very white now.
"It's just that this kind of thing depends not only on luck," Kou Dong concluded, "time, location, and harmony are all indispensable."
There is nothing to do with the right time and place, but people are harmonious...
Kou Dong squinted his eyes, his heart was crackling and his little abacus was ringing.
At eight o'clock in the evening, Kou Dong was the first to arrive in front of the temple.
The villagers in the daytime had dispersed, and he sat on the first chair and waited for the crowd to arrive—this time, there were only eight Nuomian left on the twelve chairs.
The laughing monk who betrayed the fish spirit that day is no longer there.
The rest of the Nuo noodles did not make a sound. After a few days, everyone has already become familiar with this set of procedures. Even the god statue is also proficient, crackling and shaking the lottery tube, the amplitude is much larger than usual.
Almost immediately, a wooden stick fell out of it and fell to the ground.
The idol leaned over and picked up the wooden stick and showed it to everyone.
Someone whispered: "It's three—"
Before he could finish speaking, a figure standing up suddenly appeared in his sight. This session had never happened before, and the Nuomen turned their faces around, staring at Zhong Kui in the first seat, full of bewilderment.
What is this for
Zhong Kui stood up without saying a word, and immediately walked towards the third seat with big strides. He stretched out his hand and pushed it abruptly, knocking down the Nuo face on the third seat to the ground, and then sat on it firmly.
Nuo face: "..."
Idol: "..."
That's okay too? !
The statue's wooden hands trembled.
It also…
This is too shameless!
The fourth Nuo Mian couldn't stand it any longer, and said in a low voice, "Why did you change your position?"
"Why," Kou Dong looked at him rather blankly, "Can't change positions? No one said anything."
"..."
No one said yes, no one said, but it’s fine if you change positions before the results are drawn, and change positions after the results are drawn...
Isn't this obvious cheating!
The fourth Nuo-mian raised his head to look at the statue in fear, fearing that he would lose his temper and burn the person and chair to ashes.
The idol wanted to lose his temper, but this rule was indeed not written.
Never said it couldn't be swapped.
It couldn't let out the fury it was holding back, so it could only stare at Kou Dong firmly, frowning, trying to make Kou Dong feel ashamed with this look.
... It's a pity that he is facing Kou Dong.
Under his gaze, the young man stood up calmly and walked to the open space, not to mention ashamed, without even the slightest bit of guilt. He stood in the middle generously, stretched out his hand, and hovered among the faces, "I choose..."
Almost all the Nuo noodles raised their hearts.
Kou Dong's fingers circled around the crowd, stopped suddenly, and pointed directly at one of the Nuo faces.
"I choose you."
He said lightly, "Please come out."
The Nuo face being pointed at seemed inconceivable, and he asked in surprise, "...me?"
It is none other than today's Kitchen God and yesterday's Erlang God.
"Yes, you." Kou Dong still pointed at her, "You can come here now."
The Kitchen God stood up as he said, and stood beside Kou Dong. She whispered: "Did you make a mistake?... Why did you point out me?"
Kou Dong shook his head, but did not hesitate at all.
"That's right," he said, "it's you."
"You're crazy!" The Kitchen God lowered his voice, "What do you want to identify me as?—to identify me as a human being? Do you want to kill me? Or accuse me of being a ghost and plan to kill yourself?"
"—You still wake up!"
No matter what she said, Kou Dong didn't have the slightest intention to change her mind. In the end, the Kitchen God could only stand in front of him, waiting for him to identify him.
All the Nuo faces were also listening to this answer.
is a person
Is it a ghost
Let Zhong Kui take such a big risk to identify, is it right or wrong
Kou Dong calmly stared at the person in front of him. He smelled the faint fragrance again, not from him, but from the person opposite.
That is the sandalwood that is only lit in temples.
From the old beggar who was detested by the world and known as the lone star of the devil, to the evil god who slaughtered the whole village in anger for the god's crown.
In fact, this is not difficult to guess.
Besides him, who else would be uncontrollably attracted to his side
"I want to identify you."
Kou Dong paused every word.
"You belong neither to men nor to ghosts."
There was silence on the chair, and then suddenly there was a noisy discussion. Amid such noise, Kou Dong slightly raised his voice, staring straight at the Kitchen God in front of him.
At some point, the Kitchen God's body actually seemed taller, completely inconsistent with her sweet female voice. She stood silently, resembling the statue next to her.
"you are God."
"—You are the new God of Shanhai Village."
The author has something to say:
[In order to prevent details from colliding, some settings have been changed:
Changed his life experience to the lone star of Tiansha, and changed his tribute to rice instead of white flowers.
But really, the flowers are just because most of the idols hold flowers in their hands, and they want the original gods to hold flowers in their hands after accepting the tribute of the attack.
And white, just because it symbolizes pure love...]
Ye Yanzhi: Today is also a day to grow up.