They had finally found a small village to settle down in, and now they were telling them that the village was haunted?
If it was in modern society, Zhou Qingfeng would even dare to jump out and shout, "I am harmonious on the left, I am reviving on the right, and I have Marx in my heart. Why would I be afraid of you?"
But now, everyone was terrified.
"There's really a ghost?" Even an old party member like Gu Qianshan felt that the problem was serious. With the existence of fantasy martial arts, the existence of ghosts seemed to be very reasonable, but it was also a great threat to those who had traveled through time.
The 'little old man' in the village kept nodding his head, his face full of fear. "This world is not peaceful, and there are many people who have died unjustly, so they have become unclean ghosts. Recently, there have been ghosts wandering around our village every night, and we have to be on guard day and night, afraid that the ghosts will invade our village. You all look like rich people, full of Yang energy, but you still have to be careful. "
After saying this, the 'little old man' brought the team to a wooden hut outside the village, then happily took the silver ring and returned to the village to prepare some food and drinks for the team. The twelve unlucky fellows sized up the shabby and simple firewood hut. They all felt that this was not a reliable place to stay.
"Why don't we go somewhere else?" Female comrade Xu Li was almost scared to tears by the news of ghosts.
"Where else? Who has the strength to continue walking? Where can we go? "Even Guo Jiaming, who had been taking care of Xu Li, was annoyed. He was starting to feel that this woman was a burden.
Old Man Gu turned around and shouted to 'Master', "Master, do you want to cast a spell?"
"Yes, we have a professional spellcaster here."
"Master, don't be humble, hurry up and cast a spell."
But facing his companions, 'Master' shrugged. "I usually rely on my mouth to make a living, I really don't know how to cast a spell."
Everyone looked at Zhou Qingfeng, and Zhou Qingfeng also shook his head. "I only know the 'Bewitching Spell', and it only works if the other party doesn't resist too much." As soon as' Bewitching Spell 'was mentioned, Xu Li rolled her eyes and scolded coldly, "Useless man."
This time, everyone was even more dumbfounded …
"Don't panic." Old Man Gu said in a low voice. He looked at the sun above his head, "It's about 12 noon now, there's still some time before the sky turns dark. 'Take All', go and ask the people in the village if there are any other villages or towns nearby, in which direction, and how far away they are. The rest of you should rest first. At least this village can provide us with some food and water. Only when we have enough strength can we make decisions. "
Daoist Tong Chi accepted the order and left. The villagers also quickly brought them some food. Old Man Gu's silver ring played a big role. The food provided by the village was not bad — six big smoked fish and a basket of roasted sweet potatoes. But the party's dream of a big meal was shattered.
"Eat up, don't be picky. This is all natural food, there is absolutely no pollution. " Old Master Gu took the lead to eat, but when he tore off a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth, he immediately frowned. "No salt?"
The person who delivered the food was a woman from the village. She knelt on the ground to serve the 'masters' in front of her. When she heard Gu Qianshan say there was no salt, she explained in shock, "Master, it's not that we mountain people are reluctant to part with salt, but we really don't have any. The village is full of escapees, we can't enter the city, and we don't have money to buy salt. "
The woman put down the food, kowtowed a few times, and quickly left. Xu Li ate the fish and asked, "What's an escapee?"
"It's an unregistered resident, the lowest level of society. No one is willing to be an escapee unless they are forced to, "Daoist Tong Chi said after he returned. The fish provided by the village was quite big. Although there was no salt, the taste was not bad. He also tore a piece and stuffed it into his mouth. "I've asked around. The ghosts near the village are the lowest-level zombies. They have a physical body, move slowly, and will attack at close range.
These things usually hide in dark caves in the forest or under decaying plants, and only come out at night. The good news is that these ghosts have limited mobility, but the bad news is that they have corpse poison, so make sure not to touch them. "
"Similar to Resident Evil?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
"Yes, similar to the zombies in Resident Evil. They are the most common ghosts in this world. It's said that as long as there is a flood, drought, or epidemic, the dead may become ghosts and move again. Of course, there are also ghosts with incorporeal bodies. Ghosts can only scare people, or they are extremely scary. However, the people in the village say that ghosts are relatively rare, and those who have seen them are either completely fine or dead. "
Tong Chi had already wolfed down half a fish and four or five roasted sweet potatoes while he was talking. When he was thirsty, he grabbed a black wooden bowl and asked doubtfully, "Is this water drinkable?"
The food that the villagers brought over included an iron kettle, a stove, and four or five wooden bowls. This set of things seemed to be very expensive, and the woman who delivered the food was very worried that it would be damaged. However, this set of things was not very good in the eyes of people who had transmigrated, and they even felt that it was dirty.
"Drink it, at least it's boiled. We have washed the whole set of things, and the water is from the river outside the village, so there should be no problem. "Zhou Qingfeng said.
After eating, Tong Chi talked about the situation around the village. "The small village we are in is very remote, and the villagers don't know their specific location. They only know that it takes three days to go from the village to Shenyang, but it only takes one and a half days to go to Fushun. There are other villages around, but we can't get there before dark. "
"That is to say, we can only rest in this woodshed today?"
"How many undeads are there? If there are more, it will be very troublesome. "
"If it's undeads, we can deal with it. Dig a trench, build a fence, and create some obstacles. Then light more torches and bonfires, and strengthen the security. We should be able to hold on. "
"Dig trenches? I don't think the villagers have any farming tools, what can we use to dig, with our hands? "
"How long until the time island opens again? There should be a lot of weapons and tools in the time island. "
"There are still twelve hours until late at night, and the undeads will start to move at night."
Everyone ate and drank in the woodshed, their physical strength and energy recovered a lot, and began to discuss. The last solution was to move the firewood stored in the woodshed out as a barrier, and the woodshed as a resting point. Along the way, get some long sticks as weapons, and prepare a few bonfires near the woodshed to increase defense and provide vision.
In order to do this, the team had to raise money for the villagers to do the labor. After all, they were good at coming up with ideas, but they were bad at doing the work. It was a pity that the banknotes that the team carried with them were now Daming Banknotes. This thing was just waste paper, and could only be used to wipe one's ass, but the coins became copper coins, and could be used for trading, but there were too few coins.
While the transmigrators were resting or busy, the villagers were leaning on the wooden fence to see what was happening. The 'little old man' who was communicating with the transmigrators brought along a few of his subordinates to draw their bows and arrows. The villagers who were holding onto their spears and guarding the place had a puzzled look on their faces. To these local natives, the twelve foreign 'masters' in front of them were filled with strangeness.
"Uncle, these are the masters in the city. The clothes they're wearing are really nice. "
"These masters are all so tall, even thicker than the bailiffs in the city, but they look kind."
"There's a woman beside them, she should be the official's wife. She's really like a fairy, her face is even prettier than a peeled chicken. "
This nameless mountain village was just a small stream under the hill, and they relied on a few acres of land to make a living. The village was very small, and the woodshed was just a few dozen meters away from the fence, so it was easy to see what the other party was doing.
The people who lived in the village did not know much, and some of them had lived in the village all their lives, so they were curious and afraid of the foreign transmigrators. At first, the villagers only paid attention to the man among the transmigrators, but they were quickly attracted by Xu Li, who was leaning on a pile of firewood and basking in the sun.
"This official's wife is beautiful, but she's not a woman. Look at the clothes she's wearing, a lot of places are exposed. "
"This * *, this * *, tsk tsk tsk …. She's even more slutty than the most popular girl I've seen in Shenyang City. Sleeping with her for a night would cost at least two acres of land, right?"
"Uncle, uncle, just now when my wife went to help them move firewood, she said that she could smell a fragrance when she walked past the official's wife, and it could make people's souls fly out of their bodies, is that true?"
On top of the fence, a group of dark, skinny, and sloppy villagers were lewdly talking. On the other hand, a slightly older 'little old man' was muttering to himself in a low voice, "What are these masters trying to do?"
One of the lewd villagers laughed sinisterly and suggested, "Uncle, why do you care what those masters are trying to do? I don't think they have many people, and they're rich, so they must have gotten lost somewhere and can't find their way out of this wilderness. Why don't we gather the whole village and rob them, how about that? Let uncle enjoy the beautiful official's wife for a few days first, then we'll let the villagers have a taste. "
This suggestion immediately caused a group of villagers to let out waves of lewd laughter.
When the transmigrators were investigating the world they were in, the natives of this world were also observing them. Now that someone had suggested robbing them, the other villagers who were holding weapons were also somewhat tempted. After all, the 'official's wife' outside was really too alluring, that face, that waist, that long legs, it made the hearts of the ignorant villagers itch.
As the leader of the village, the 'little old man' kept staring in the direction of the firewood house, his wrinkled face tightly wrinkled. He touched the silver ring in his pocket, feeling happy and greedy at the same time. "Those masters just casually gave out a silver ring, they're really rich people. For a few bundles of worthless firewood, they're also willing to spend money to buy it, they're really generous. "
The 'little old man' was well aware of the dirty thoughts of his own villagers, but he didn't open his mouth to agree. Instead, he said, "Don't talk nonsense, be careful that the masters don't hear them and get angry. Didn't you see that those masters are all tall and strong, it's already good enough that they don't kill their way into the village to rob us. "
The lewd villager who made the suggestion shrunk his neck, but retorted unwillingly, "Uncle, those masters don't have knives or guns, they look like gentle people. If we shoot them a few arrows, they might be afraid. If we rob them and bury their corpses in the mountains, who would know? "
"Heaven and earth will know, you and I will know, if we really want to kill them, are you going to be at the front?" The 'little old man' scolded again. He stared at Xu Li, who was sunbathing, and was also secretly drooling. He thought to himself, "Those masters will have to spend the night outside the village, at least let those wild ghosts explore. Maybe those male masters will be scared away when they see the ghosts, and leave the delicate official's wife to us. "
The transmigrators didn't know the thoughts of the villagers. They were currently worrying about how to spend the night peacefully. At most, Gu Qianshan, who was the leader, stared in the direction of the village, wondering, "The village only sent women to work, what are their men doing?
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