Chapter 32 Eating meat (4) Entering the house
The old woman calls herself "Po Po Su". She is the oldest old man in Su's village and can be regarded as highly respected.
While leading the player into the yard, she gave a general overview of the village.
Su's village has no village chief or other village officials. All affairs are handled by Su Po and her grandson Axi, and all tourists are contacted by their family. This old woman, who looked like she might fall apart at any moment, was like the head of a village.
After listening to Su Po's introduction, Yang Yundong frowned and asked the question that Qisi had asked before: "Where are the other people in your village?"
Su Po replied with a smile: "They are all resting in broad daylight. When the sun goes down, they crawl out to work."
This expression sounds strange, Zhang Lizai muttered in a low voice: "Hey, let me go, aren't everyone else in the village ghosts?"
No one paid any attention to him.
Zhu Ling looked at Su Po, who was no different from a living person, and a full smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth: "Su Po, your grandson is so cute, but he is a little too thin. Boys should eat more meat. That’s good.”
Intentionally or unintentionally, she brought the topic to “meat”, which is what the players care about most.
Su Po's face suddenly fell down, and her tone was unkind: "You can't eat meat, otherwise something will happen if you continue to eat meat."
These words directly pointed to the key to the dungeon, and several players couldn't help but cross Zhu Ling. Ask.
"What will happen if you eat meat again? Why will it happen?"
"Your grandson said that something happened in your village and no one came to visit for a long time. What happened? ?”
“Why should someone be kept in charge of the ancestral hall?”
A bunch of questions were thrown down at once, and it was very lively.
Su Po said coldly: "This is a matter in our village and has nothing to do with outsiders like you. You just need to stay here for five days and leave."
She was a little bit a little worried. He turned around slowly and waddled ahead.
The eleven players did not dare to neglect and followed suit quietly. In a short time, they were all standing in the courtyard.
There are not many furnishings in the house in front of me. A well in the corner of the yard has been sealed for some reason, and its edges are broken and have been abandoned for a long time.
A huge round table was placed in the middle of the courtyard. Although the food had not yet been served, it certainly added a touch of humanity to this lonely house.
The firewood shed to the west is piled with twisted firewood, and utensils such as hatchets and hoes are placed sideways next to it.
To the north is the main house, with bright upside-down blessing characters on the door. However, because the gray background is too heavy, this bright red color does not add much to the festive feeling, but seems inconsistent.
To the east is a row of side rooms divided into small compartments. The tiles are scattered, the doors are closed, and they are covered with tattered yellow talismans, which makes people think of being haunted for no reason.
Zhu Ling pointed to the talismans on the door and introduced in a low voice: "These are the most common talismans to drive away ghosts and seek peace, but they have lost their effect. They should be clues."
Zhou Yilin sniffed and analyzed in a low voice: "I guess before the villagers turned into ghosts, the village was...haunted."
Yang Yundong said: "It may be that these villagers have ghosts in their hearts. Don't do anything bad. , Not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door.”
“Comrade, I have seen this kind of talisman. After someone dies in a disaster, every household will put it on it to bring bad luck.” An old man interjected with an accent.
His name is "Zhu Dafu". He wears a white washed blue shirt and has white hair. He looks like an honest and responsible old farmer.
Seeing that the players were all looking over, he unnaturally touched his equally rough arms with his rough hands, and said with some embarrassment: "My family also had this kind of yard before, and we have to live in a big yard. There are several families, and I don’t know if there are enough empty houses here for us to live in.”
When Su Po heard this, she grinned: "There are six rooms in total, and all the people have died, so they are all empty."
She pointed to each house and counted them one by one: "This room used to live in Damn it, she grabbed a handful of wheat and hid it in her trousers. She was found out by the commune and beaten to death."
"The family of six who lived in that room boiled grass roots and elm bark and ate them. He couldn't pull it out, his stomach was as bloated as a ball, and he was dead."
"In the innermost room, the old man had bad legs and couldn't get out of bed. When he was found dead, he was so hungry that he was left alone. It’s just a layer of skin..."
According to Su Po, people have died in each room, and they died in different ways. Without exception, they were very miserable.
The faces of the players are not pretty.
In reality, hearing about the suffering of others might be a novelty to talk about, and they might shed a few tears to show sympathy; but in the dungeon, they truly know that the dead can really change. He came to seek his life as a ghost.
Zhang Lizai said with a white face: "Do we have to live here? Can we change a place?"
When Su Po heard what he said, she sneered: "Our village has a total of These six vacant rooms can accommodate up to two people in each room. You are acquaintances who came together, so you can discuss it yourself."
It seems that there is no need to negotiate.
A short-haired woman with a green dragon tattooed on her shoulder walked up to Zhou Yilin in a few steps, pressed her shoulder and said involuntarily: "Little sister, I will share a room with you."
Among the eleven people, three are women and eight are women. Men, according to the traditional classification of men and women, there is a high probability that a woman will be alone.
Tattooed women undoubtedly don’t want to be the one alone. Zhou Yilin is weak, so at least she can be considered a scapegoat if something goes wrong. Zhou Yilin was startled, and just as she was about to say something, she heard Zhu Ling say from the side: "I suggest that an experienced player who enters the dungeon for the third time bring a new player, so that if any special situation is triggered, he can respond in time."
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Not to be outdone, the tattooed woman said: "So what if I have cleared the level many times? Who knows if I hugged my thigh and got through..."
Qisi listened to the noise of the players and silently took a few steps closer to the edge.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, he simply walked towards Su Po who was standing aside.
The extremely old woman was stretching out her swollen fingers and playing the game of "lifting the girl" with the skeletal Ah Xi. When she saw Qisi approaching, she stopped and looked at the person coming up and down.
Qisi met her gaze and looked like he was considering his words: "Su Po, you should know that we tourists came all the way from all over the country after hearing the legend of 'sacred meat'. ."
He paused, with a hint of suspicion in his eyes: "It's just that this legend has been passed around, and it's getting more and more confusing... Judging from your age, you should have come from that time, can you? Tell me what this 'sacred meat' is all about? ”
"'Divine Meat', at that time, we all dreamed of gods..."
Su Po began to tell, with a look of memories on her face, and under her wrinkled eyelids, her cloudy eyes slowly turned, It was as if I could see the distance through Zis's shoulder, and then see the bizarre and tortuous years in the past.
“We were hungry at that time and had nothing to eat. We were so hungry that we couldn’t sleep at night. But that night, we all fell asleep and had the same dream. We dreamed of a person whose face we couldn’t see clearly. The god told us that his body was in our village, and as long as we agreed to worship him, we could eat his flesh."
"The next morning, we woke up at the same time and went together. Look at the place where the gods told us. The gods are really beautiful. They don’t breathe and don’t move, as if they are asleep. But even if the gods take pity on us, they allow us to eat his flesh. , we didn’t dare..."
"We just put him there, but he started to smell like meat. How have we ever smelled such a good smell in our lives?"
As Su Po spoke, she swallowed and made a sticky sound that was almost like purring. She licked her lips, her eyes filled with greed, as if she was reminiscing about the delicacies she had tasted back then.
Qisi always felt that Su Po's eyes began to linger on him intentionally or unintentionally, conveying the message that he wanted to take a bite and taste it. This feeling made him very uncomfortable.
He turned sideways and missed Su Po's gaze: "Then what?"
"Then, then our old village chief took the lead and cut a piece of meat and cooked it for us to eat. That meat is so delicious, it's the meat of gods..." Su Po laughed and continued talking slowly, "Not long after, we found that the places where the flesh of the gods had been cut were growing longer. Well, there is no sign of any cutting. No wonder the gods are willing to let us eat His flesh. No matter how much we eat it, He will not be harmed at all.”
“All of us survived. If there is a harvest, we will not eat the flesh of the gods. We build a temple and enshrine him in it. But we are poor, and the gods tell us in dreams that outsiders can come to our village and eat his meat. , pay us..."
Qisi listened to Su Po's narration and asked abruptly: "Where is your old village chief?"
Su Po said before that Su's village did not have a village chief; but in the narration, the words "old village chief" appeared. The role of "Chang" is really suspicious.
Su Po said: "The village chief, he left with the gods and became a god."
Qisi thought about it and raised his eyebrows slightly: "What exactly is it? What's going on, can you tell me?"
"Being a god means being a god, what's going on?" Su Po muttered, with obvious impatience in her tone.
I can't ask any more questions.
Qisi knew the right thing to do, so he said goodbye with a smile and retreated into the crowd.
At this time, the players have assigned rooms. The tattooed girl lost the fight with Zhu Ling, and could only shout, "How can there be so much care in weird games?" and gave up. A skinny man formed a team.
Qisi, who was absent for a short time, naturally became the lone one and was assigned to the room closest to the main house.
He didn't care about this, or in other words, after entering the dungeon, he intentionally marginalized himself, just expecting such a result.
In years of famine, people eat each other. Although he is not sure whether this dungeon will involve this aspect, Qiss still feels that given his strength, it is safer to be alone.
The others didn't say anything, but Zhu Ling came over with a worried look on her face: "Chang Xu, if you encounter any danger, just shout out. I live next door to you. If I hear it, I will definitely be there in time. Arrive. ”
She acted worried, as if she really thought about her unexpected companion.
Qisi was too lazy to tell whether she was sincere or fake, so he just smiled politely and said thank you.
Zhu Ling noticed his self-isolating attitude and raised her eyebrows regretfully, but she didn't pay too much attention. She turned back to Zhou Yilin and warned her carefully.
Su Po did not distribute the keys, and the door to the wing was naturally unlocked, just ajar.
Qisi opened the door, and what he saw was a wooden bed about one and a half meters wide. It was covered with a particularly rustic printed quilt, but it was badly faded. From a distance, it was mottled with a few gray stains. It seemed like it was stained with something dirty.
Beside the bed is a rectangular wooden table, with a few scuffs scattered around the edges, from where it was bumped. There is a crudely made travel brochure on the table. It is clearly a piece of cardboard folded in half with a few lines written on it.
The dust on the table was too thick, and Qiss didn’t want to get started directly.
He walked over and glanced at the open travel brochure.
On the title page, there is an unclear poem written:
[There is no food in the barn, how can I comfort my hungry stomach? 】
【Everyone for hundreds of miles eats soil, and pierces the belly with wood and stone and dies. 】
(End of this chapter)