Lord of the Tricks

Chapter 4 I am allergic to lamb
Walking out of the long and narrow valley, Yu Ziqing looked at the mist ahead and knew in his heart that this Jinlan Mine might not be the same as what he knew before.

The temperature here is at least relatively warmer, and it is not easy to freeze to death.

But thinking of the female ghost they met before, and the man-eating forest, they hadn't heard the slightest mention from those human teeth. According to the temperament of those human teeth, they might not be able to get out of the abyss of despair.

That is to say, there should not be such a change when those strong men came last time, it only happened in the past two months.

As for the other people who appeared in that illusion, they looked like cannibals, but they couldn't see the characteristics of cultivating evil methods.

Based on this, we can also make a guess. In the past two or three months, there have been too many changes in this place, which has made it difficult for this place to be self-sufficient. The most basic food must be in short supply.

No, it should be a severe shortage.

Otherwise, those who were not forced to lose their minds, would starve to death, would appear in groups of unreasonable cannibals, and the female ghost would not be so decisive in throwing the child in her arms off the cliff before she died .

Yu Ziqing slowed down, looked ahead, and made up his mind again, no matter what, he had to go.

Still the same sentence, people at least should not be starved to death.

Even if he was hacked to death by random knives or swallowed alive by monsters, it would be better than being frozen to death or starved to death in the freezing wilderness.

I'm afraid of cold, I'm afraid of hunger.

Let's settle down in the mine first. If the Jinlan Mine is important to some big shots, someone will come here in the cold wind.

Taking those invulnerable evil men as a reference, their strength can only be regarded as human teeth in this remote wilderness. The old man has mentioned many times in the south that the so-called Daqian Shenchao Li can come here. Definitely stronger.

In addition to the changes in the Thousand Miles of Wilderness, no matter what happened before, there must be people who want to take the opportunity to make an idea of ​​Jinlan Mine, and there must not be one or two people who come here.

At that time, I will find a way to see how to leave the wilderness and go to the warmer south. This is the best choice. Anyway, Yu Ziqing is fed up with the weather that is about to freeze to death all day.

This is the new short-term plan, and right now, it is how to settle in the mine.

While Yu Ziqing was still thinking, Lao Yang bit Yu Ziqing's cloak, glanced at the road ahead, and shook his head at him.

"Old man, do you mean to tell me not to go? Or tell me to be safe and check first?"

The old sheep was silent for a moment, then shook his head.

Yu Ziqing understands Lao Yang's worry, it is impossible not to go, they have come here, and there is no other place to go, it is even more ridiculous to go to investigate, he is alone, still powerless, hungry of frozen half-dead weak chickens.

If you want to hide your tracks and explore the unknown in front of you, it is completely useless. If there are still living people inside, it will be tantamount to having evil intentions and showing cowardice after being exposed.

Thinking about what happened to the female ghost in front, showing cowardice is equivalent to delivering food.

After comprehensive consideration, Yu Ziqing still intends to go in openly, no matter what the situation is, he must first pretend to be confident.

Yu Ziqing took the old sheep and the rest of the sheep and moved on.

Walking out of the valley in front of me, the temperature rose again, and suddenly there was a clanging sound coming from the front, as if the fog was cleared, and a piece of life suddenly appeared in the dead world.

The land is a bit barren, and the surface of the land is dotted with sparse dry grass. On the higher ground, there are holes in the ground, and people come in and out of the holes.

A little farther away, you can still see the hollowed out places on the hillside, with soil clods piled up on the outside, which at first glance looks like a crude version of an earthen cave dwelling.

He smelled the smell of burning flames, smelled the smell of steaming food, and saw someone walking deeper with a pickaxe, and heard people with various accents yelling.

Yu Ziqing stood still. To be honest, he really didn't expect such a scene here.

Harmony is a bit like dreaming.

Yu Ziqing could only stand still for a few breaths before someone spotted him in the distance.

"Here's a newcomer..."

The yelling sounded with a long tail, instantly suppressing other voices.

Those who seemed to be working, all turned around, quickened their pace, and ran towards Yu Ziqing with cheers.

The expression seemed to be that of an old farmer in the country who was about to plow the fields. When he saw his grandson who hadn't come back for several years, he couldn't hold back his surprise. , the most beloved grandson disappeared.

Yu Ziqing didn't feel any malice, but there was always something unreal in his heart.

He looked down at the old sheep beside him.

"Old man, I haven't fallen into a hallucination now, have I?"

Lao Yang shook his head, raised his front hoof, and stomped heavily on Yu Ziqing's foot.

Yu Ziqing cautiously took out the recipe book in his arms and glanced at it, making sure that the characters in it could still be recognized. I heard that people can't read characters in dreams, so it shouldn't be a dream now, plus the toes were stepped on for a while. The soreness came, and it should be real now.

At this time, the flock of sheep following behind rushed out in a swarm to grab some remaining hay on the ground.

The black-faced man who rushed to the front threw a skinny goat down. He held the goat's head with one hand, lifted the goat's hind legs with the other, looked down, and immediately smiled. The short dagger was already touching the goat's jaw.

The short dagger was slashed down from the jaw, and in the blink of an eye, a gap more than a foot long was drawn. Hot blood gushed out, and the weak goat wailed in horror, but couldn't break free. The black-faced man kept cutting with his right hand. Goat belly.

In just one or two breaths, the goat's skin was already cut open. With a flick of his wrist, the dagger returned to the leather sheath around his waist.

He pulled the separated sheepskin with both hands, and tore it hard to the two sides. The sound of flesh and skin being torn was accompanied by blood gushing out.

The goat howled miserably, tilted its head, and then fell silent.

Seeing that the goat was no longer struggling, the black-faced man moved faster and tore off the goat's skin abruptly. He picked up the bloody sheep's skin, shook it vigorously, and the last bit of sheep's skin that still stuck to his head fell off completely.

In an instant, the skinless goat fell to the ground and turned into a blood-stained, skinny, skinny woman.

The black-faced man grinned loudly, picked up the desperate woman, and ran to the side with the wind blowing under his feet.

"Hei Wa, don't run away, you bastard!"

Angrily yelling came from behind. An old man, carrying a pickaxe, blew his beard and stared angrily.

It's a pity that the black-faced man had already disappeared into a hole in the ground. The old man cursed a few words, but he didn't intend to continue chasing him.

But what made Yu Ziqing feel a little dazed was still at the back. Someone was carrying a wooden stick and someone was holding a hemp rope. After arriving at the place, he immediately set up a shelf with his hands and feet.

Some were driving sheep, some were sharpening knives, some were tying goats by their limbs and hanging them from wooden frames.

Lifted, skinned, the skinless sheep turned into a human form, and those who survived the pain of skinning were carried away.

Those who hadn’t endured the pain and died on the spot were also carried aside and piled together like garbage.

In just a short while, the scene became lively, like a rural market.

But Yu Ziqing felt that it was more like an orderly assembly line, efficient and smooth.

Those who survived the skinning were cheered by some, and others were fighting for it. The dead ones were thrown aside. Even the few real goats that were mixed with them were skinned and killed, and some people immediately lit a bonfire and set up a A big pot big enough for a bath.

No one seemed to find anything strange about this scene.

Except Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing stretched out his arms unconsciously, and tightly bound the old sheep, preventing the old sheep from running away, and also preventing the old sheep from being caught and skinned.

It only took a while, because all the goats that were skinned and died were not young.

With the current situation of the old sheep, I am afraid that he cannot bear the pain of skinning.

Yu Ziqing stood there with the old sheep in his hoop, expressionless... No, he was so shocked that he watched this scene numbly, as if he was seeing the real world for the first time at this moment.

Even if I saw too many lives as worthless in the past few months, it is better to subvert the three views now.

Under the disaster, fighting and fighting, Yu Ziqing thinks this is quite normal.

Yu Ziqing also thought it was a normal development when a human tooth appeared and killed people without blinking an eye.

Without resources, cannibals appeared. Although I was shocked, I could find the words "we are hungry, people eat each other" right.

But what's in front of me is completely different.

The people here are like ordinary people, like an ordinary village.

There was no ferocity on those people's faces, no hostility in their eyes, and no look at the words of those goats.

No one thought there was anything wrong with roughly skinning those "goats" alive. Some of them died, and those who did it would only lament bad luck.

It's my bad luck.

Not that the goats are out of luck.

Yu Ziqing came back to his senses, and now he suddenly felt that the current situation here is different from what he thought, but quite normal.

Only in this way can they maintain the harmonious and stable scene at first glance after several months of changes.

On the contrary, Yu Ziqing, when he was different from everyone else, he was the abnormal person.

Watching the flock of sheep being cut open one by one, the evil spell was destroyed, most of the people who survived were carried away one by one.

And those real goats, except for the first one, were all separated and carried to the high slope on the side, where the cold wind was blowing, and the mutton would be dried in a few days. It's hard to spoil.

Everything is proceeding in an orderly manner.

To be honest, Yu Ziqing once guessed that there would be a way to unravel the evil method here, but he never expected that it would be so simple and rude.

At this time, I saw an old man on crutches walking slowly towards Yu Ziqing behind.

The old man's eyes are cloudy, his eyes are squinted, and his neck is leaning forward. It seems that his eyesight is not good, and he still tries to see the person clearly.

"The shepherd is here, why are there so few this time?"

"It's changed outside, it's too cold, and I can't see a few living things." Yu Ziqing paused for a while, and continued: "The shepherds are all dead, and this is the last time."

Hearing this, the old man was slightly startled, and the people behind him also stopped, looking at Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing's expression remained unchanged, and he pointed behind him.

This one seems to have stepped into the coffin with half of his feet. At first glance, he looks like an old and confused old man. He buried him in the first sentence.

Those shepherds never talked about the situation inside the mine when they were chatting. Moreover, there is a special natural danger at the door. Can the kind of cannibalism that kills without blinking an eye and has no mercy enter?

While thinking about it, Yu Ziqing felt that the best way to respond to the other party's temptation was to be honest, to save worry and avoid being exposed later.

"I'm a captive cook. I can't live outside for a few days with them, so I'll bring them all in. I'll rest here for a few months. I'll leave when spring comes. Is there any problem?"

The old man looked Yu Ziqing up and down, and suddenly smiled.

"Okay, then you can stay here until the beginning of spring, but we don't support idlers here."

"It should be."

The old man didn't ask how the shepherd died, and he didn't care about the old sheep that Yu Ziqing had been pulling, so he had someone arrange a burrow for him.

The burrows on the leeward hillside all have a large space inside, with poor lighting and ventilation, and the space is small. It is difficult for taller people to straighten their backs, but this is not a problem. It's good enough to have hay to keep warm.

Nested in the ground to rest, the old sheep lay on the hay, drooping eyelids, exhausted, but Yu Ziqing still insisted on not resting.

"Mister, I always feel that something is wrong. They dare to let me settle down without asking anything."

The old sheep didn't respond, Yu Ziqing looked down, and the old sheep had already fallen asleep.

Yu Ziqing sighed softly, took out a few dirty robes from the searched salute, and covered the old sheep.

At this time, a voice came from outside.

"Hey, little brother, let's have some soup."

When he got out of the nest, there was a short man holding a wooden bowl, which contained more than half a bowl of mutton soup with clear soup and little water, and two slices of mutton with fat. The strong smell and aroma were crazy Drill into Yu Ziqing's nose.

The man also kept swallowing, his eyes seemed to be locked on the wooden bowl in his hand.

Yu Ziqing shook his head.

"I'm allergic to lamb."

"What?"

"Eating mutton will hurt your stomach, brother, you can eat it, just give me some boiled water."

"Oh, what a pity." The man's face was full of regret, he might die here if he eats a bad stomach.

The man left with the bowl in both hands, and came to the old man with bad eyes.

"Grandpa, he doesn't eat it, saying that he will hurt his stomach if he eats mutton, what should we do?"

"Hey..." The old man was a little surprised, and grinned: "If you don't eat mutton, then let's keep it for now. You can ask later what he will do. We don't support idlers."

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