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Chapter 104 When Koi enters the horror game (7)

Before he could finish speaking, he was punched hard in the face.

"Clean your mouth!"

Duan Youli suddenly became angry and punched, and none of them expected that Mazi staggered a few steps from the punch, and after holding onto the table to stand still, he was about to rush over and tear Duan Youli apart.

"Fuck you, do you want to fight? I'll accompany you, come on!"

He rolled up his sleeves, grabbed the wooden stool beside him and was about to throw Duan Youli on the head.

Unexpectedly, the tall and thin handsome white boy reached out and grabbed the stool leg that was about to be swung, and then kicked the long leg violently, kicking the pockmark two meters away.

By the time everyone reacted, Duan Youli had already swung the wooden stool that fell on the ground towards Mazi.

Mazi cried out twice in horror, and stretched out his arms to block it in horror. A few seconds later, there was severe pain from his two arms being folded, and he cried out even more miserably.

But the gaze towards Duan Youli was already filled with fear.

He has always been used to bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Seeing Duan Youli's young age and fair-born appearance, he thought Duan Youli was a weakling, but he never thought that he would be so ruthless with his hands!
Both of his arms were about to break in pain, and he couldn't imagine what would happen if the stool fell on his head?
Although Zhang Mengqi also hated pockmarks, when Duan Youli got angry, regardless of the momentum of swinging the wooden stool on the head, her heart still trembled.

Duan Youli is usually warm and polite, sunny and cheerful, but he never expected to have such a side.

Zhang Jun looked at Pockmark, who was wailing with his arms folded, and then at Duan Youli, who was expressionless, licked his dry lips, and said as a peacemaker, "Okay, I trust Brother Duan.

Mazi, you have some virtue in your mouth, everyone is dead, don't talk about the dead. "

"Are you good at it? Have you practiced it?" Kong Yifan has been staring at it silently just now, and has no intention of stepping forward to fight at all.

As soon as he opened his mouth at this time, everyone remembered the reason why they gathered here.

"Part-time side job, Sanda coach."

A smile appeared on the corner of Kong Yifan's mouth, and his attitude towards him was much gentler than usual: "How much have you listened to our conversation just now?"

Duan Youli ignored Mazi, looked at Kong Yifan and roughly repeated what he had just heard: "I just listened to these few sentences."

"There is actually a legend about the game of Horror Village."

Hearing this, several people turned their attention to Kong Yifan.

Kong Yifan said eloquently: "According to legend, the original name of Bi Village was actually Bu Village, and it was a very large village. The people in the village lived by raising silkworms to make silk, weaving and selling cloth.

However, I don't know when, the rainfall in the village has become less and less. Not only this village, but many surrounding villages have suffered from drought, crops have failed, and silkworms have all died.

The villagers all began to pray to the sky for rain, but the wish was not fulfilled. One year, there was no rain in the village. Not to mention the livestock and silkworms, people had no water to drink, and countless people died of thirst!

The ponds and wells in the village have dried up, and some people have started to migrate and leave their hometown.

But there are also some people who have not left their homes where they have lived for most of their lives.

Among these people are old people who are nostalgic for the past, young people who do not have enough water and food to support them to find a new home, and some people with "wrong intentions".

More and more people migrated and died, and the village became colder and quieter. Many crows smelled the smell of carrion and flew into the village, pecked at the carrion, and hovered on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village.

For a long time.

Animals are spiritual, because they know that people will die in the village.

Have you ever drank human blood?
When you are extremely thirsty, you will lose your sense of taste and smell. There is no difference between blood water and well water, except that one is clear and colorless, and the other is viscous and bright red.

The rascals and rogues who stayed in the village began to pick on women, children and children who were powerless and had no men at home. They peeled their skins and drank their blood. They were like cold-blooded beasts.

The cruel reality has eroded people's reason little by little.

But at this moment, a ray of light walked into this lifeless village.

Immortals performed magic tricks, moving clouds to spread rain, and the village was suddenly covered with dark clouds, and thunder broke out. After a few bangs, the long-awaited rain fell down.

The surviving villagers burst into tears of gratitude, sang and danced in the rain, and knelt down to thank Xianen.

The scope of the fairy casting spells is limited, and the rain cannot bless all the villages, so the living people from the surrounding villages hit by the drought have squeezed into the village of Fear.

They knelt down three times a day, begging the immortal not to leave, begging the immortal to help.

The immortal was stumbled, casting spells to rain every day, and his mana was gradually exhausted.

But the human heart will not be satisfied.

At first, the immortal took pity on an old woman who had been blind for many years and had to raise her granddaughter alone, making farming difficult, so she reached out and touched her eyes to give her light.

The news spread like wildfire in the village.

Cure legs, cure heart disease, cure asthma, cure wind-cold, cure epilepsy... More and more people come to the immortal for treatment.

The fairy looked at the simple and painful faces, and couldn't say no to it. She thought, she is a fairy, and the fairy is here to save the suffering.

So she tried her best to treat everyone who came to ask for help.

In order to save mana and rain, the fairy quietly pulled out his beautiful dragon scales, and used the dragon scales and flesh and blood as medicine to heal the villagers' illnesses.

The accident happened one morning.

A short and thin man walked a long way with a dirty bag on his back, and finally arrived at Bucun.

The villagers sent him to the gods, and it was only natural to beg the gods for help.

But they found that the fairy had disappeared, and a blood-stained green dragon was entrenched in the room.

Qinglong lay dying on the ground, the scales on his body were slightly glowing, flashing, and most of the scales on the dragon's body had peeled off, revealing red texture and ferocious flesh and blood.

Qinglong told the villagers that she was a fairy.

But now her mana is exhausted, and she can't even maintain her human form. It will take at least three months for her to recover her human form.

The villagers were both terrified and awed.

Following the instructions of the Azure Dragon God, they carefully pulled out a slightly brighter dragon scale from her tail, cooked a bowl of soup, and fed it to the comatose, skinny man.

The man woke up soon, ran to the water tank, buried his head in it and had a good drink, then excitedly told the villagers that people from their village were also migrating this way.

Since the arrival of the dragon god, Bu village has become famous in seven miles and eight townships. After hearing the news, many neighbors came here. It is not surprising that villages like Hanzi migrate to Bu village.

But no one expected that a month later, there would be an epidemic in the village.

There are many more crows perched on the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, and their quacking makes people feel restless and panicked.

The outbreak of the disease is rapid, and the affected person will have a high fever, shortness of breath, retching and retching for two days, and then die of cardiac arrest.

Nobody wants to die!
They squeezed into the house where the gods lived, greedily coveting the dark scales on the dragon's body.

There are still two months before the dragon god can recover his mana.

But they will die before that time!
Dragon God still has so many scales on his body, he only needs one, one is enough, Dragon God will not blame himself, saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!

All thought so, and all did so.

The scales were peeled off the body alive, and the heart-piercing pain woke up the Dragon God from his weak and light sleep. She looked at the hands on the dragon in disbelief.

Greedy, surprised, and decisive, she peeled off her scales forcefully.

Blood dripping, flesh and blood rolling.

Some people couldn't wait to go back to make the soup, so they directly stuffed the scales mixed with dragon blood and dragon meat into their mouths, chewing vigorously, the corners of their mouths curled up strangely and excitedly!

Dancing!

I don't have to die!I ate dragon scales!Ah ha ha ha ha ha!

The dragon god couldn't believe it, she flicked her tail angrily, and the villagers who peeled off her dragon tail scales were instantly thrown away.

She breathed out another mouthful of dragon breath, and the villagers who tore the scales under her neck also screamed in horror, and were thrown out of the house by a hurricane.

The Dragon God lost his mana, breathed out his breath, and wagged his tail, which caused her to feel pain like a broken bone, not to mention being torn off so many protective dragon scales by hundreds of villagers in a blink of an eye.

She was like a lame tiger whose teeth had been pulled out, struggling to escape, but behind her was a group of hyenas chasing after them, baring their teeth and grinning, drooling greedily.

The soft body that had lost its hard dragon scales was easily penetrated by the gravel on the ground, and the wound was cut wider by the sharp stones, bleeding gurgling, drawing a shocking winding bloodstain on the ground.

Help me, who will help me?
Help me, don't, don't...

Ah!
The huge dragon's tail was stabbed by the rake, and blood overflowed. The villagers holding the rake saw that they had been hit, and their faces showed ecstasy. They pushed the rake down and pulled it into their arms.

puff puff.

Large pieces of dragon scales and flesh and blood on the dragon's tail were scraped off by the rake.

Immediately, people flocked to grab it.

Mine, don't grab my dragon scales!Here's what I scraped off!
Don't let this dragon run away, there are treasures all over the body of a dragon, not only dragon scales can save lives.

It is said that eating dragon meat can live forever, and a dragon tendon is worth thousands of gold!
Hurry up, grab the blue dragon, with this blue dragon, we're ready to go!
They seemed to have forgotten that without this green dragon, they would have died long ago.

Who will save me, it hurts, it hurts.

Help me, help me, I really hurt...

No one paid any attention to Qinglong's cry for help and groaning in pain.

The villagers scrambled for her flesh and scales with red eyes, and greeted her with various agricultural tools and sticks for digging and weeding, scraping dragon scales, digging dragon meat, skinning and cramping!
The crow quacked and circled above the heads of the crowd, like a cold hell god of death, coldly contemptuous of the cruel and absurd scene. "

After Kong Yifan finished speaking, needles could be heard in the room.

Zhang Mengqi bit her lower lip, with an unhappy expression: "How could these villagers be like this? Isn't Qinglong their savior? They are avenging their kindness!"

"Could the green dragon in this story be the big boss mentioned in the game?" Zhang Jun asked.

"Yes, this green dragon is the key to our clearance of the game."

Kong Yifan glanced at Duan Youli, saw that he was a little dazed, and asked, "What are you thinking?"

Duan Youli frowned slightly, and the "monster" covered in chains that he saw on the first night appeared in his mind. He paused and said, "What happened to that green dragon?"

Mazi's arm was still hurting, and he choked deliberately when he heard the words: "What else can I do? Skin cramps, bones and scales removed, flesh and blood eaten by so many people, of course he is dead!"

Duan Youli ignored him, but looked at Kong Yifan.

Kong Yifan frowned and said: "It should be dead, the background of the game is over here."

"But that night, I saw many chains tied around Qinglong's body.

She seemed to be trapped by something, maybe the condition for clearing the game is not to destroy Qinglong, but... to rescue Qinglong. "

"It's not impossible," Kong Yifan said his guess: "This green dragon died with resentment, and at the last moment he abandoned the immortal and fell into the devil, with powerful mana.

It is impossible for us ordinary mortals to kill Qinglong. We can only kill these npcs who did evil in the past. When Qinglong's resentment dissipates, maybe the game will cease to exist. "

"But relying on a few of us, is it really okay?"

Zhang Jun's lips were chapped, and his voice was so hoarse that it was deformed.

Mazi hurriedly said: "Don't count me in, I can't even beat this little boy, how can I kill the npc in this village?

Besides, you are all guessing, who knows if you can get out after killing all the people in the village? "

"You're just lazy, you don't want to do anything, you're just taking advantage of nothing!" Zhang Mengqi glanced at him speechlessly: "If you're capable, just die in the game.

You'll die anyway! "

Mazi was indeed dead, but Zhang Mengqi was very upset when he said this.

His face changed, and he said obscenely: "Little girl is very good with her mouth! You have done it for your boyfriend, right?"

Zhang Mengqi blushed with anger when she heard this, and stomped her feet: "You are sick! Shameless!"

Mazi chuckled and looked wretchedly: "Yes, yes, I am sick, not only I am sick, I also have water, do you want to drink it?

You sleep with me, I'll give you and your boyfriend two sips, how about it? "

"Dreaming! Sleeping with you, I might as well die!"

Zhang Mengqi was so angry that she said viciously: "A person like you deserves to be beaten. Your mouth is so cheap. Why didn't you die the first night?"

"Okay Kiki, don't be as knowledgeable as him."

Kong Yifan glanced at Mazi meaningfully: "I'll exchange some water with you with a hamburger, will you exchange it?"

Mazi smiled cheaply: "Hey, I won't change it. If you exchange it with your girlfriend, I will change it. Don't talk about anything else!"

Zhang Mengqi stomped her feet again, and looked at Kong Yifan angrily: "Stop talking to him, it's disgusting, I've never seen such a disgusting and nasty person in my life!
The water in his earthen pot is dirty and smelly, I don't want to drink it! "

When Zhang Jun heard the word "water", his Adam's apple rolled up and down: "Wait a little longer, according to the village chief, it will rain tomorrow morning.

By then, we will all have water to drink. "

The rain came earlier and more quickly than the village chief expected.

The huge bright moonlight hangs overhead.

Countless long, thin threads hang down from the sky, and after a while, they wet the locust tree and the crow's feathers. In the quiet small mountain village, there are strange and piercing cries of crows.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning flashed across, illuminating the whole village as if it were daytime.

The rain intensified, and the raindrops scrambled to fall. The night sky was like a broken faucet, and the raindrops made a loud bang when it hit the ground.

"It's raining, it's raining!

It's raining, and there's water to drink!

Finally, there is water to drink, so go get a basin and bowl to catch the water.

We are saved!The village was saved! "

The whole village of Bi seemed to come alive because of the rain, and the villagers rushed out of their homes happily, holding various ceramic pots and jars that could catch water.

(End of this chapter)