Changsheng: I can sell everything

Song Ciwan stood at the moment, looking around.

All I saw was the blue-gray sky like a huge dome, covering the mountain village in front of me.

During the continuous banquet, the villagers who had been staring at Song Ciwan all at some point withdrew their terrifying gazes.

They no longer stared at Song Ciwan, but put their energy back on the disaster victims around them, and continued to persuade them to eat enthusiastically.

"Come, come, eat quickly. Don't worry about not having enough food, there is, there will be more after eating..."

Enthusiastic voice with a smile, even with love!

The banquet became lively again, and there was an indescribable strangeness in the harmonious atmosphere.

Some victims who ate fast were no longer satisfied with only eating with chopsticks. They threw away the chopsticks, put their hands together, and arched their heads into the basin.

Brushing, brushing, they grab rice with their hands, stuff meat, and wheeze...

As they ate, their mouths grew bigger, their faces began to swell slightly, and their bellies gradually bulged.

An indescribable feeling of creepiness rose rapidly from Song Ciwan's back.

At this glance, she saw too many things!

Next to her, the female villager who had been staring at her persuading her to eat just looked at her resentfully, but turned the direction of the spoon in her hand, and suddenly viciously stuffed it into the mouth of a victim who was eating on the other side of her.

Song Ciwan's heart skipped a beat, and the victim picked it up!
The disaster victim not only took the mouthful of food, but also said with a silly smile while eating: "Okay, delicious..."

The voice was simple and unspeakable, with an indescribable ambiguity, as if his language ability was beginning to deteriorate.

Obviously not long ago, Song Ciwan had personally heard him talk about his experience of fleeing famine. At that time, his logic was clear and his language was very flexible.

Song Ciwan gradually realized something, she thought she must have touched the strange rules of Fugui Village.

In the strange world, people must abide by the rules of the strange world, and the strange people must also abide by the rules.

At present, it seems that one of the greatest abilities of the villagers in Fugui Village should be to persuade them to eat.

They can coax, persuade, and even hand-feed people to eat, but they can stuff food, but they cannot force it.

If someone can have a strong willpower, a strong emotional resistance, and just don't eat a mouthful in the first place, then it is possible to get rid of their control.

It doesn't seem difficult, but one premise must be clarified, that is: everyone present, since they fell into this strange world, they have lost their original identities and memories, and turned into hungry fleeing famines. disaster victims.

People are prone to lose their minds when they are extremely hungry. How many people can hold back a bite after being coaxed and persuaded by the seemingly enthusiastic and generous villagers?

Song Ciwan was able to hold back, it was because she did have the will and belief beyond ordinary people.

But even so, when she stood up, even though her memory recovered, the hunger in her belly still didn't lessen.

Not only has it not been relieved, but this hunger has even increased rapidly.It was as if there was a vortex, stirring and sucking in her stomach and intestines.

A large amount of gastric acid was rapidly secreted and spread, and Song Ciwan's internal organs felt a burning pain.

This feeling is even more painful than digging the heart. Obviously, if Song Ciwan doesn't eat quickly, her stomach and intestines will even backfire on herself, prompting her to digest herself!
Eating yourself, what kind of horrible feeling is that?
There is food stored in Song Ciwan's heaven and earth scale, but at this moment, can she take it out and eat it?
Obviously not.

No, it wasn't because he was afraid of the riots of the villagers in Fugui Village before him, but because Song Ciwan had a feeling that in the rules of this strange world, foreign food was not allowed to be eaten!

Either starve to death by devouring oneself, or let go of principles and beliefs, and eat the food provided by the villagers of Fugui Village.

One is to die immediately while awake, and the other is to delay death in a daze. Both are not good results, but most people will instinctively choose the latter!
During the banquet, the conversation became less and less, and the exchange of cups and cups was also gone.

Most of the victims no longer need to be persuaded to eat. They ate and stuffed themselves spontaneously. More and more people threw down their chopsticks and ate with their hands.

Whew, wheeze, zip——

The villagers in Fugui Village smiled. They sat there calmly, occasionally briskly helping the victims who had eaten their empty rice bowls to add food.

Song Ciwan stood in the middle of such a crowd, and noticed another important point: there were ninety tables and seats in the open space in front of the village, and each table could seat three victims of the disaster, accompanied by a villager from Fugui Village. sit.

What is this like?
It seems that every villager can get the "three-headed" victims, mark and domesticate them!

The same was true at the table in front of Song Ciwan. There were three victims, she, Mrs. Zhou, and a strange male victim.

Now the male disaster victim has been fed by the female villager in green at the same table, his face is swollen, and he looks like a pig.

Aunt Zhou held up her chopsticks and slowly pretended to be eating food, but in fact she didn't eat a single bite.

Her movements are not as conspicuous as Song Ciwan's, and the green-clothed villagers at the same table are feeding the male disaster victims while keeping their gloomy eyes on Song Ciwan, but they don't notice that Aunt Zhou has been on vacation all the time. eat.

This is a good thing!

Song Ciwan thought about it, and decided to try to leave the banquet no matter what.

As soon as she lifted her foot, the eyes of the female villager in green followed her like a shadow. She said in a low voice, "If you don't eat, you don't want to eat, but you can't leave. Little lady, we can't leave. After the banquet, we can only stay." Here it is. A child who runs away indiscriminately is not a good child, and will be punished by the village chief..."

village head!

It was the big man who was tall and strong like a giant!
As soon as the female villager in green finished speaking, the giant village head who was sitting in the center of the banquet suddenly turned his head, and his eyes fell on Song Ciwan through the heavy tables.

A savage atmosphere seemed to linger around him, making Song Ciwan feel a huge threat again in an instant.

It turns out that this is the third crisis in Fugui Village, and you will die if you leave the banquet!

It's a dead end!

What is the solution to the dead end?

Song Ciwan thought about everything he had just observed, picked out the key words in his mind, and immediately replied to the female villager: "Auntie, I don't want to leave the table, I just learned a good cooking skill at home when I was young. Look, over there The uncles and aunts who are cooking are also tired, aren't they? I'll go over and help..."

help?

Yes, helping is not leaving the meeting, so Song Ciwan did not violate the rules!

The female villager in green tilted her head, her gloomy eyes still fell on Song Ciwan, but she seemed unable to refuse this so-called "help".

After Song Ciwan finished speaking, she didn't reply any more.

Song Ciwan hesitated, raised his foot and walked out again.

While walking, she manipulated the scales of heaven and earth and sold the "strange spirit" that she had obtained from this female villager earlier!