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"Have you ever doubted the reality of this world?"

In a trance, the scholar heard a hoarse voice coming from a distance, with an unreal sense of distance.

"Have you ever thought that maybe what you have experienced is just an overly real lucid dream."

"The game field, the system, the destruction of the world, the battle between the new gods and the old gods, the death of countless people one after another, and everyone you send off... are all just a nightmare that you can't wake up from. When you open your eyes, you will find you It is still lying on the bed, and it is still the home you are familiar with."

"Have you ever had such a dream?" the old voice asked him.

The scholar's eyeballs rolled hard, his eyelids trembled, and he tried desperately to open them.

Who's... who's talking?

In the blurry vision, the forest is filled with thick fog, exuding the damp and cold smell of moss after the rain, and the birds and animals are singing and lonely.

The hunched figure was standing in the forest, the silhouette was hidden in the darkness, only a pair of yellow vertical pupils still lit up in the darkness.

"Have you ever had such a dream?" the voice asked again.

The scholar knew that he should stand up immediately to guard against the attack from that strange figure. But his soul went against his will and followed the voice into the memories of the past.

ever? Of course...who hasn't had nightmares about death?

He also had nightmares about the death of his parents, so real that he could even see his mother's pale, bloodless face, and the ticking of the ventilator, urging the passing of life.

And when he woke up screaming, he found that he was still on the bed with tears streaming down his face, but his relatives were still safe.

this time...

Is it also such a nightmare?

The scholar felt that his head was so heavy that he couldn't lift it up, so he could only fall down in a daze, like a rusted machine that stopped working, sinking into the bottom of the sea...

"!"

He stood up suddenly, sweating profusely, his heart beating so violently that it almost popped out of his chest. But when he looked around in a panic, he saw familiar faces.

It's his bedroom, his home.

The laundry that I didn’t have time to wash is still on the chair, the slippers are overturned under the bed, the game that I forgot to close last night is still tirelessly giving out sound reminders, and the smell of food is wafting from outside the door, and the family’s talking and laughing are faintly heard .

Family? So it was all just a dream?

He quickly raised his head and looked out the window. Even though the familiar environment gave him a sense of security, the nightmare of the game field was too tragic, and he was still in a trance, making him unable to be sure, and fell into a cycle of constant verification and confirmation.

The noisy sirens outside the window and the noise of pedestrians who were annoying on weekdays have now become evidence of peace of mind, making him want to confirm over and over again that he is really just having a nightmare, and not in some kind of game field.

The coffin in the remote mountain village on a rainy night still resurfaced in his mind over and over again, and the nightmare still clung to him, refusing to let it go.

The scholar had a splitting headache, and when he confirmed to his family that this place was really real, the family worried and asked him if his pale face was uncomfortable.

He wanted to tell the contents of his nightmare a few times, but he moved his mouth, and in the end he just shook his head, made up an excuse at random, changed his clothes and went out.

For some reason, he felt a desperate desire to walk among the crowd, under the sun. Lively streets will give him a sense of security.

But scholars walking on the bustling streets are like pale ghosts, out of tune with everyone.

He will tense his muscles because of the sudden sound of the car horn, and assume an attacking posture. He will also predict the fall of a child running past him in advance, and subconsciously dodge to the side.

He walked among the crowd, but it was like walking among ligers and tigers, as if he was not in the city, but a jungle where the weak preyed on the strong.

People around cast surprised looks at him, and the young mother vigilantly hugged her child and kept away from him.

Where he walked, a vacuum path was invisible, and people around him looked at him like a madman.

The scholar himself is vaguely aware that he seems to be... unable to adapt to a peaceful life.

It was as if he had lived in another cruel world for too long, and the cruel rules had already penetrated into his bone marrow. He had become another monster with blood on his hands, and there was no place for him in the vivid and bright reality.

Scholars feel unspeakable confusion and pain, but they don't know who to turn to for answers.

He always felt that there should be another person by his side, no matter what kind of danger, he would face it with him, but it seemed that something very painful happened again, and that person was already dead... His consciousness fell into confusion, and he subconsciously turned sideways to move to the side. People ask for evidence.

But beside him, there was only empty air.

Nothing at all.

Confused, the scholar's eyes fell on the window of the nearby bookstore. He saw the best-selling books on the display shelf. He didn't like novels at first, but he was attracted by the words "Chi Yiyin" on the poster. Go inside and pick up that book.

After reading a few pages, he froze.

An indescribable sense of familiarity welled up in my heart.

Deserted villages, heavy rains, witchcraft sacrifices and even weasels... Scholars feel that they have truly experienced these.

Even when he read those words, he could recall how wet the moss was under the heavy rain, and how muddy the mountain road was. He pulled many people with blurred faces, supported each other with difficulty to move forward, and the shadow of death shrouded , lingering.

This sense of familiarity prompted him to force himself to read on, turning the pages faster and faster, almost crazily wanting to see the final truth, wanting to know how the protagonist and his party left that weird Great Yin Village.

It was as if he wasn't reading someone else's story.

but his own death.

When the scholar saw the pain of the dead being trapped in Dayin Village forever, and the ghosts could not leave, he took the book and stood by the bookshelf in a daze.

His fingers rubbing the lines of typeface on the pages of the book were trembling, and his heart seemed to be gripped by someone, and it hurt intermittently.

Even though there was a lot of people around him and the sun was shining brightly, the scholar still couldn't stop feeling cold all over his body.

just like…

He is not standing in a real bookstore.

Instead, he was in Dayin Village, the weird witchcraft village in the book, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered in a coma.

"Have you ever doubted the authenticity of the world around you?"

In a daze, the scholar heard an old voice asking him: "Have you ever thought about whether the reality you see is really reality?"

"Hakoniwa built by stories, is it really just a nightmare?"

The scholar turned around sharply, but the students around him walked by laughing and joking, and there was no old man there.

He looked around in panic, found nothing, backed away again and again in disbelief, instinctively wanted to stay here, and didn't want to go back to the dim mountain forest again.

But in front of his eyes was like a screen with poor contact, in the bursts of snowflakes, the picture of mountains, forests and deserted villages appeared in his mind.

He saw him and several other figures enter the deserted house, saw the coffin in the middle of the ruins, saw the white cloth hanging high behind the coffin billowing and floating in the wind, and... behind a corner of the white cloth, the tablet was exposed.

The name written on it is clearly "Qin's Yellow Rat Woman".

It was the surname and the evil **** mentioned in the book in his hand at this time.

Suddenly, a weasel appeared, squatting quietly on top of the coffin, with a pair of yellow cloudy vertical pupils fixed on the scholar.

It opened its mouth, but spit out words.

"Have you decided which side you want to stay on?"

The voice was old and hoarse, and it was the voice that the scholar had been hearing in his trance.

"Should I choose to stay in reality, leave the fatal box garden, or return to Dayin Village..."

"Your burial ground."

The scholar stared at the weasel, the sound was like a switch, reminding him of the previously sealed memory.

He remembered that this was not a nightmare at all, but a real death, a game field that was dragged into before dying, and a dangerous battle that was forced to start. The other party came to exchange his life.

The violently beating heart gradually calmed down.

The scholar felt that his blood was freezing along with it, and the nightmare came true. What kind of experience is it?

A few minutes ago, he who thought he was in reality felt that he couldn't accept such a weird thing at all.

But when it really happened, he calmed down and accepted it well.

"It's not the first time I've encountered something like this."

The scholar looked back at the weasel for a long time, and he said, "I have been in the game field for so many years, from the lowest level to the highest level step by step, to obtain the title, every step is not easy, the test I face is more difficult than you think Much more."

"Stay and face or run away?"

He sneered, shook his head, and said, "If it was the first time I encountered this problem a few years ago, I might have thought about it. But now? Sorry, I have made many choices. I thought that the game The field is clear enough about my answer."

"Boring questions, don't keep asking them."

The scholar's eyes were calm and firm, and he stretched out his hand to the weasel without the slightest hesitation: "I remember where I am, and my companions are also there. Let me go back... My battle is not over yet."

Just before the scholar touched the weasel, it swayed, and the picture was like ripples of water, shattered and reassembled again.

But this time, there were no weasels in the mourning hall, only the opened coffin and the mummy slowly sitting up inside.

The shriveled and thin weasel corpse seemed to be full of water, and it swelled rapidly, changing from a mummified animal to a human.

A stooped, thin old woman appeared in front of the scholar. She was wearing a floor-length black robe, which was too baggy to hang the skull ornament on her body.

She watched the scholar quietly, watching him step into the mourning hall, the background of the bookstore quickly disappeared behind him, the noise of the crowd and the sunlight were far away from him.

"You got one thing wrong."

Just when the scholar really entered the mourning hall, and everything behind him turned into a gap and was about to disappear, the old woman finally spoke and said to the scholar in her real body, "This is not a test."

"It's a choice given by the gods."

"The power belonging to the new **** is in the little garden, and it is involved in the struggle with the power of the old god. One ebbs and the other grows, and gradually strengthens. His story is therefore given the possibility of becoming a reality."

On the old woman's wrinkled and withered face, a strange smile slowly appeared: "What you just saw is the reality."

The scholar froze.

He froze in place, unable to understand the old woman's words for a while.

But the words that sounded after that were like a heavy hammer, hitting his heart hard.

"What you see is not the illusion from the game field, but the possibility bestowed by the new gods. If you just chose reality..."

The old woman paused, and her ugly smile was full of malice: "Then you will really leave the game field and return to reality."

"It's you who rejected God's gift and ruined your most likely chance to leave the game field."

"This is the closest you get to reality. From now on, there will never be any more."

The scholar slowly opened his eyes wide, and after a long while, he finally digested the old woman's words and understood what she was talking about.

And finally realized... He just went to the end and missed something.

The old woman raised her head, even though she was short in stature, she still carried condescending contempt and indifference.

"As I said, Dayin Village is where your bones are buried."

"-'control'."

She called out the title of the scholar without any mistakes.

At that moment, the invisible force turned into a heavy hammer and crushed him to the ground.

There was nothing but dizziness left in front of the scholar's eyes. He looked up at the old woman, but finally fell into darkness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying in a cemetery.

In the deserted cemetery, coffins were scattered everywhere, the tombstones were overturned, and the coldness in the mountains turned into white mist, covering everything.

The scholar held his painful head and sat up slowly from the mud. After looking around, he realized that he was not the only one here.

There is another player.

But there was a wooden branch stuck in the other party's chest, and he was already dying.

The smell of blood filled the damp, cold air.

The scholar was slowed down by the brain filled with too much information, and then he recovered from the initial daze and shock, and understood what was going on in front of him.

He immediately turned over and sat up, ignoring the dry bones under his feet and staggering towards the player, knelt beside the player to check the injury, even his hands were trembling.

"Wake up, wake up! Can you still move?"

The scholar originally wanted to save him, but he didn't realize how serious the injury was until he saw it clearly with his own eyes.

It pierced through the heart accurately, and blood rushed.

Even if the system still exists and can be exchanged for special items, I am afraid it will not be able to save him.

And the player also regained the consciousness that had begun to collapse amid the scholar's call, and opened his eyes again with difficulty. The dim eyes were full of confusion, and he couldn't even see the scholar's face clearly.

"Your injury..."

The scholar held his extended palm, trying hard to share his warmth and strength with him.

However, after the scholar's question had begun, he couldn't continue anyway.

He originally thought that the player who had just become his companion was unlucky. He accidentally fell on a branch when he entered this cemetery and was fatally injured. But he slowly discovered something was wrong.

This injury...was obviously done by the player himself. He took the branch and inserted it into his heart.

suicide.

When these two big characters appeared in the scholar's mind, he felt a blow to the head, and the dizziness made him almost suffocate.

How...how could this be?

We've come here already, haven't we? Just take one more step forward, you can successfully break through the game field and return to reality, why give up before dawn?

The scholar lowered his head, pressing the fatal wound on the player's heart with one hand, and supporting his head with the other, even his body was trembling.

Even though he knew that what he did was futile, he still couldn't just let go. He wanted to know why, why this happened!

"Why... We're going to win soon, aren't we?"

The scholar's voice suppressed the astringency of crying: "Why did you give up now? Why did you commit suicide?"

The player forced a grin, and his weak voice was barely audible.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you," he said.

"I can't...can't forgive myself, I'm sorry," he said.

"The option of returning to reality was right in front of me, but I thought my choice was decisive and correct, so I gave up on it."

The scholar was stunned upon hearing this.

He realized that his companion had also experienced similar things to himself, and was also given the possibility of returning to reality by the new god. Just like the weird old woman said, this is not a choice, but a real possibility sex.

They... gave up on their dream goal.

If they never got it and watched it appear in front of them and then discarded by themselves, they would not be so desperate.

But when he learned that he had destroyed all of this with his own hands, overwhelming despair overwhelmed the player, making him understand what he had missed.

Once you relax, you won't get up again. The firm belief that I had been repeating every day and night for twelve years was crushed across the board at this moment.

He couldn't forgive the result of his wrong judgment, and he couldn't move on, so he could only choose to end his life here.

"I see it, our future."

The player grabbed the scholar's cuff, blood stained the scholar's clothes.

His movements were very light, and he wanted to grab something but couldn't do it anymore: "She is right, Dayin Village is our burial ground."

"It's us who made the wrong decision and brushed past reality."

"I'm sorry, I'm so tired... I persisted, it's been too long. Twelve years, I..."

The player's hand fell weakly, and his eyes gradually became lax.

"I…"

"Hold on."

"Yes, right..."

Before the words were finished, the player was no longer breathing.

The scholar slowly opened his eyes wide, and called him tremblingly, but in the quiet cemetery, there was only the sound of tree branches swinging, and the mountain wind whistling like a ghost crying.

The scholar bowed his head deeply, as if weeping and mourning silently.

When he raised his head again, he had barely sorted out all his emotions, allowing himself to withdraw from the deep disappointment and pain as quickly as possible.

He is still the calm and rational "temperance".

Reluctantly, the scholar dug a shallow grave for his companion and buried the corpse by using the discarded wooden board as a tool.

He bowed deeply, bid farewell to this companion who was always willing to believe in him, and then turned around without hesitation.

The scholar scoured the graveyard, but saw no other players.

Obviously, there were six players in the mourning hall, and one died on the spot, but among the remaining five players, only two appeared in the cemetery.

He was the only one who survived.

As the scholar staggered, an unspeakable sense of loneliness erupted, causing him to stop slowly, confused as to where he should go.

At the same time, the players who have been watching all this outside the screen also fell silent.

Their hearts are heavy and they empathize with the people on the screen.

Great joy and great sorrow, hope and despair, switch quickly within a second, and lose everything as soon as you let go, watching your decision lead to a tragic end...

Even if they think about it, they feel full of despair, let alone those who have experienced it firsthand?

If they hadn't caught a glimpse of that fleeting corner of reality, maybe they could still grit their teeth and keep going.

But when they understood what they had missed, despair made them unable to take a step forward.

In the silence, the player trapped on the train in the sea of ​​clouds slowly raised his hand and covered his eyes.

Tears flowed silently.

In the silence, no one would speak.

But compared with the players outside the screen, it was the scholars who had experienced all this in person, who were the first to come back to their senses.

He experienced exactly the same thing as the player who committed suicide, but he still gritted his teeth and refused to give up just like this. He still had a last ray of hope in his heart.

—The book he saw in the short-lived reality.

Chi Yiyin... Chi Yiyin just went to Dayin Village!

The place they are in now is Little Garden, and Little Garden is built on the story written by Chi Yiyin!

The scholar finally understood all this, and the stories he had read became the last light in his despair, and he held them tightly in his hands.

Since Chi Yiyin is the core of Xiangting, as long as Chi Yiyin can be found, things will have a chance.

He firmly believed in this, and still persisted in finding a way out in the cemetery and identifying the direction.

Finding nothing, the scholar turned his attention to the only thing in the cemetery that could be called a clue.

—the names on those tombstones.

The strange thing is that the tombstone of the deceased did not have a specific name written on it. Instead, each piece has a large paragraph describing how noble and respectable the deceased was, and made important contributions to the village.

What contribution?

sacrifice.

They are all sacrifices of evil gods.

The scholar frowned, and immediately remembered the book he had read earlier, and then he realized that this cemetery is the cemetery of Dayin Village!

And what is buried here is what is written in the book, the poor villagers who were used as human and animal sacrifices in Dayin Village.

He... is no longer in the previous village.

The scholar was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was probably already in Dayin Village now.

Chi Yiyin is here.

And Chu Yueli and the others left in the middle of the night, and it was very likely that this was also the place.

This knowledge gave him strength again, he staggered up while propping up the tombstone, and walked to the outside of the cemetery, trying to identify the direction of the light from the fog, so as to find the specific location of Dayin Village.

Fortunately, the efforts of scholars have not been in vain.

After barely walking for a while, he heard a shrill cry on the wind, followed by a loud noise.

Not far from the depths of the mist, lights were lit up, outlining the outline of the village in the dark and cold mountain forest, and pointing out the direction for scholars.

The scholar's eyes were filled with light again, and he immediately ran there with big strides.

And the player who watched all his actions, remained silent for a long time on the Yunhai train, raised his head with a wry smile, and looked at the train conductor next to him.

"The game field let me see this, to let me realize how big the gap is between me and those who are really qualified to enter the next round of trials?"

The train conductor was as quiet as a stake, but the player slowly closed his eyes and sighed slowly: "If this is the case...then congratulations, you have already done it."

He asked himself, if he had experienced the same thing, how would he choose?

When the realistic picture appeared, he also confidently believed that this was just another test of the game field, and even ridiculed the stupidity of the game field.

All players who have made it to the top levels know that the most important thing in a game is always the people.

It has always been a test of the human heart.

The game field is not interested in killing them. It seems that what they want to see is that the players come from the collapse and despair of their souls, destroy themselves and give the answer to destroy the world at the same time.

And these high-level players, they don't know how many choices they have gone through, whether to stop or continue to grit their teeth and move forward.

They're all strong-willed people—at least, they thought so until this moment.

That being the case, how could he give up when entering a new world and only one step away from returning to reality?

As a result, almost all the players in Xiaoting entered the Great Yin Village confidently when Qin's Yellow Rat Woman asked.

Who would have thought that this time, they were actually given a chance to leave.

The players outside the screen were also fortunate to see what happened to the only one of the five players who chose to return to reality.

The player did not usher in happiness as he expected.

Though he was initially ecstatic, incredulously affirmed, he was quickly drawn back into his death.

All the players in the game... were dragged in when they were dying or were severely cursed.

Therefore, the player who chose to return to reality also returned to the moment when he was on the verge of death many years ago.

The vehicle rammed over, and before he could react, it had already run over him mercilessly.

Bloody.

A second ago, he was still confirming with tears in his eyes that he was really back, but a second later, death caught up with him.

Death, which has been delayed for many years, has finally been unable to escape.

At that moment, almost all the players who saw this scene closed their eyes and turned their heads, unable to bear to look.

"Playgrounds were never meant to kill you guys."

The train conductor who had been quiet all this time finally spoke, and said coldly in a mechanical voice: "We crown everyone with the title of 'Survivor', hoping that everyone can really survive from the destruction, and as a representative, serve the world with Make a decision on the future destiny of mankind."

"For this reason, the game field has given you opportunities again and again to make decisions for all the living people. Whether it is hints or clues, the game field has done its best."

"Under the agreement between the world consciousness and the gods, the gods gave the last mercy and wanted everyone to live. We tried our best."

"But until now, the game field has only gained disappointment time and time again."

The train conductor looked at the player calmly, and said, "If you were the system, how would you choose to deal with the person who disappointed and angered you?"

All the players who were trapped on the train in the sea of ​​clouds were asked the same question.

- How would you treat someone you hate?

When all restrictions and rules are ineffective, there will be no punishment even for killing people, and maliciousness can be unscrupulous.

Strictly speaking, all the players in the game field are already dead, but it is the power of the gods that makes their time freeze at the moment when they are about to die.

How can a dead person die again? What is the punishment for killing a dead person?

No.

So... what do you do?

In the minds of all the players on the Sea of ​​Clouds Train, the answer is ready to come out.

They fell silent.

The train conductor saw the player's reaction in his eyes and knew it well: "It seems that everyone is already prepared for your own ending."

He took a step back and exposed the door of the box behind him to the players. The player who had been imprisoned here since the appearance of Little Garden suddenly had the right to choose freely.

"As a third party other than the world consciousness and the gods, the rules are as follows—everyone will usher in the predetermined death. When Hakoniwa is broken and the new **** ascends, your death will also come, as the ending of your wrong choice. "

"But before that, the third-party system will give you the last mercy..."

The train conductor slowly raised his hand, pushed open the door, and made an inviting gesture.

"Before you really die, you can do anything on the Yunhai train and enjoy your last life to the fullest."

"The new **** will come, and the world will be sheltered again. However, you are not qualified to step into the new world. Your life will be left here forever."

"When the world is born, it is when you die. So - pray."

"Repent your sins and mistakes."

The players stared blankly at the opened door. The freedom they once desperately wanted is now within easy reach, but the price that comes with it is also so heavy.

Choosing the wrong ending is to bear with life.

The players were in complicated moods, but finally sighed, got up one after another, and walked heavily to the corridor outside the door.

The players who were separated in various rooms finally saw each other again.

But in the exchange of eyes, there was only a wry smile.

"I persisted for twelve years... Twelve years, but I still failed."

"But our failure, there is no room for debate. I am convinced."

"How ridiculous. The game field clearance that I have been looking forward to for a long time is clearly in front of me, but the price is our death. Chi Yiyin wins, and we die."

"Then, are we going to pray for Chi Yiyin's failure?" Someone asked softly.

The corridor fell silent.

The players who met again, no one can answer this question.

And in the box garden, the hunched body stopped on the dark road of Dayin Village, turned around and looked at the noise and lights in the distance behind him.

"There's only one person left."

She murmured hoarsely: "There is another one, which has never appeared."

Scholars are also very clear that there were seven of them when they left the Yunhai train, but in the end no matter how hard they searched, there were only six of them.

Now two more people died right in front of his eyes... only four people left including him.

Before actually entering the houses and villages of Dayin Village, the scholar slowed down, feeling complicated and unspeakable. He leaned on the rough wall and hid in the shadows, watching the villagers rushing with candles and flashlights in panic and anger.

He doesn't know how far he can go, but at least, he knows one thing.

If you stop here, you will really die.

He took a deep breath, his eyes became firm again, and he took a step forward.

At the same time, the Red Birds had just broken through from the encirclement of the villagers at the gate of the Qin family.

Facing the villagers' accusations, they couldn't argue with a hundred words.

"Who the **** did that?"

The red bird was stupefied after seeing the tragic situation of everyone in Qin. After running out for a long way, he still felt terrified to Jingcha: "Damn it... that brother is too miserable. I really can't find an extra piece of meat." .”

The villagers were divided into several groups, some chased after Hongniao and others, while others went to check the woodshed where Chi Yiyin was imprisoned.

Soon, the villagers who went to the firewood house ran back in a panic and shouted: "The two foreigners also ran away!"

"There was a big hole behind the woodshed, and they sneaked out of the backyard!"

The others were in an uproar, and then there was a commotion.

"what?"

"how so?"

"Why is it just before the sacrifice? This is too unlucky. Could it be that the gods are angry?"

"Where's the witch? Hurry up and find the witch!"

Under the outrage, the villagers' anger towards Chi Yiyin and the others reached a new level.

"Those **** outsiders! What the sorceress said is right, everyone outside the village deserves to die!"

"If it weren't for them, how could the members of Big Brother Qin's family die? The village was messed up by them!"

"Damn! Don't let me find them, or I will kill them with one knife!"

"Kill them, kill those foreigners! Avenge Brother Qin!"

But Qin Da, who was crying while hugging the corpse of the only child he had left, visibly panicked when he heard the villagers say that he was going to find the witch.

He quickly stood up and stopped the villagers: "Don't! You can't go to the witch!"

Seeing the villagers looking at him in astonishment, Qin Da faltered for a long time before saying: "The witch is preparing for the sacrifice, so we can't disturb her at this time."

His brain, which had been confused by grief just now, finally became a little more sober because of the development of the situation, and his words became smoother.

"Those damned foreigners killed my family, but I can't ruin the big events in the village because of my own private affairs. Nothing is more important than sacrifices. If I ruin this year's sacrifices, then I will be considered a millionaire." Death is also to blame."

With a sincere expression, Qin Da choked up and said, "Uncles and brothers, I am very grateful to you, but you must not harm the village because of me."

The villagers were also moved by it, and they trusted and admired Qin Da even more.

"Whatever you say is what you say! The sorceress also entrusted all the affairs of the village to you before the retreat, presumably because of your stability. You really are the one who can really lead our village!"

"So tell me, what should we do now?"

The villagers who heard the sound all ran out of their homes one after another, gathering more and more around Qin Da, staring at him, waiting for his order.

Between the light and the dark, Qin Da's expression was distorted.

"The most urgent task now is to find those foreigners."

He gritted his teeth and said, "Find them and kill them! We must not let them harm the village!"

Especially Mrs. Qin's junior!

Since he rejected his proposal, didn't cooperate with him, and ran away without authorization, then don't blame him for being cruel!

Qin Da knew very well that Chi Yiyin was a smart person, and their previous conversation was enough for Chi Yiyin to understand his purpose.

He must not let Chi Yiyin live at the risk of Chi Yiyin telling the villagers his original thoughts.

Even though Qin Da knew very well in his heart that such a tragic death in his family could only be related to witches and ghost priests, this did not prevent him from using this as an excuse to incite the emotions of the villagers and use them to do things for him, killing Chi Yiyin mouth.

After the villagers left, Qin Da lowered his head and stood amidst the **** death in the courtyard. After a long time, he laughed instead.

The distorted laughter was like the low whistle of an animal, not a human voice.

The night in Dayin Village was completely broken.

All the villagers searched everywhere, looking for Chi Yiyin's trace.

But at this time, Chi Yiyin was no longer on the ground.

"Are you sure?" Monkey was a little worried.

"No."

Chi Yiyin replied without hesitation: "But if you don't try, how will you know the ending?"