Fast time travel, did the host kill the villain today?

"Who is Xi Ye?"

In order to see clearly the appearance of the corpse on the wooden board, Chufeng stood just behind the old woman, looked back at the corpse, and asked casually.

"Master Xi is the god of our Huang Village."

The old lady turned her head and glanced at Chufeng in disgust. When she mentioned Master Xi, there was unconcealable respect and fear in her eyes.

"God?"

Chufeng wanted to continue asking, but the old lady walked out of the yard without waiting for him to speak. Following the old lady's lead, the surrounding villagers all walked out with their heads down.

Just at this time, the companion said: "It's dawn, we should hurry, otherwise how can we find that boring hotel."

The tour period is only two weeks. Although they are dissatisfied with such a messy activity prepared by the tour group without permission, everyone is even more unwilling to waste time looking for a hotel, otherwise the money will be wasted?

Chufeng remembered the hints from the horror broadcast, and realized that energy should not be wasted on irrelevant things, so he temporarily put aside his doubts and the haunting incident last night.

After everyone left, the originally sunny weather suddenly turned gloomy.

Duan Changwen walked forward slowly, knelt down beside the corpse, and stretched out his hands to open the eyelids of the female corpse.

Under the eyelids, the eye sockets are empty, and the eyes of the corpse are missing.

The girl frowned, moved her fingers down, and was about to look at the mouth of the corpse when a gust of wind suddenly struck.

The old woman who had left before returned to the yard at some point, raised her yellow wooden crutches and threw them at Duan Changwen: "What are you doing?! How dare you move anything!"

Duan Changwen stopped his lowered hand, took a step back, and raised his left hand to catch the crutch in the old woman's hand.

"If you don't respect the gods, the gods will kill you!"

The crutches were caught, but the old man continued to press down on the crutches.

Shen Mochi watched in horror, not only worried that the villain's sister would be bullied, but also worried that the old woman would not be able to beat her.

There is nothing in this world that is better at touching porcelain than old people.

However, I didn't expect that in the end, the yellow wooden crutches with thick wrists were actually broken in the hands of the two of them.

Duan Changwen threw the broken cane at the old man's feet, and sneered: "Your gods have a vengeance with you, right? Otherwise, why are you so cruel to kill you?"

The girl's words did not know which string touched the old man, the wrinkles on her face trembled, and she looked at Duan Changwen even more fiercely.

In the next second, the old man put away the expression of disgust on his face, and said with a mysterious and disdainful look: "Young man, you should be careful when you speak, taboos are not so easy to violate."

"The taboo is not for me alone."

Duan Changwen nodded and smiled lightly.

She turned her head and stretched out her hand to the stunned boy: "Let's go."

"Ah? Okay." Shen Mochi followed Duan Changwen in a daze.

When the two walked out of the yard, the old woman turned her head suddenly, her eyes and face were full of sternness and malice.

A group of ignorant brats will definitely pay the price!
Chufeng was eager to complete the task given by the broadcast, and walked quickly.

After Duan Changwen led Shen Mochi out of the yard, the group of tourists disappeared long ago. Only the villagers gathered together in twos and threes, muttering to each other, and occasionally looked up at the yard while talking.

The expressions of the villagers ranged from bewilderment to gossip and helplessness, and more to uneasiness and fear.

There is only one dead person in the village, so what is there to be afraid of?In a village like this isolated from the world, without developed medical conditions, shouldn't death be taken for granted?

Duan Changwen's eyes scanned the villagers scattered on the roadside, and finally locked on two young people. She turned her feet and walked towards them.

"What kind of mountain god is Xiye?" Her tone was very slow, and her voice was not cold, but very soothing.

The two people who were talking suddenly stopped talking, and turned their heads to look at Duan Changwen. Their eyes lit up and their cheeks flushed.

Duan Changwen was wearing a pair of black Martin boots and a pair of cropped trousers. His exposed ankles were white and slender. His upper body was a black and white off-shoulder short sleeve. His waist-length black hair was long and only draped behind his back.

Her clothes are not revealing, but compared with the women in gray cloth and linen clothes in the village, it still shocks the vision of the male villagers.

"Xiye is a very powerful and inviolable mountain god. Anyone who disrespects him will die a miserable death." The young villager replied with difficulty looking away from Duan Changwen's shoulder.

After staring at the two young people for a few seconds, Duan Changwen asked in a different way: "Who did Master Xi punish? What mistakes did he make to be punished?"

"Master Xi has punished many people, Niu Erya, Zhang Mazi, Zhu Shanhong..."

"And Widow Wang, Niang Feng..."

"Yes, those who offended Mr. Xi all died miserable lives."

The two scrambled to speak.

"Do you know who was the first person who offended Xi Ye and died?"

"……This……"

The two of them, who were originally enthusiastic about expressing themselves in front of the beauties, suddenly fell silent, opened their mouths several times, their eyes flustered, and they dared not speak out.

"Young man, be in awe."

Just now, the old woman who was working with Duan Changwen in the yard changed a new crutch, and walked slowly from the yard step by step.

When passing by, she gave Duan Changwen a disdainful sideways glance from the corner of her eye. She limped and walked very slowly, but quickly disappeared on the dirt road.

Duan Changwen also lost the intention to continue asking, and led Shen Mochi to the place where he lived last night.

"Aren't we going to chase them?" Shen Mochi couldn't understand seeing that the girl had no intention of leaving the village at all.

They naturally refer to other people on the bus.

After walking two steps, Duan Changwen glanced down at his watch and replied, "Don't chase."

Since it is a game that can pull people into a different world, there must not be a single word or one thing that is redundant.

Back in the south of the village, Duan Changwen didn't go back to his residence, but went straight into the hut where Chufeng lived last night.

She circled the hut twice, and found the remains of the burnt talisman paper in two inconspicuous locations.

Reaching out to tear off the yellow confetti from the wooden board, Duan Changwen turned and walked out of the room expressionlessly.

In the system space, 113 couldn't help but let out an "oh shit", the male lead just dropped his vest.

I believe that with the brain of the villain, he must have already guessed that this is at least the second time that the hero has participated in a horror game.

Tsk tsk, I don't know what the hunter's mission is in this horror game.

the other side.

After leaving the village, everyone went in the opposite direction from when they came.

The road was full of thorns, and many people were tortured by the dense weeds. They were either biting mosquitoes or cutting people's grass. Almost everyone had cuts on their bodies.

There are barren mountains in front and chaotic forests behind.

They are all out to travel, and everyone mourns this kind of encounter.

"I'm not leaving! I'm not leaving! I won't go on this trip! When I go back, I have to complain to them and get my money back!"

"Yeah, what do you mean, what about Holiday Inn, what the hell is this!"

"The boy in the lead, do you fucking know the way, don't fuck around!"

"It's almost there." Chufeng said with a tourist map in his hand.

He took this map with him before getting on the bus, just in case.

"How long is it soon?"

"About two or three hours away."

"Oh, what a bloody sin."

Hearing that the arrival would be two or three hours away, everyone was cursing but still followed Chufeng.

Being able to go to Holiday Inn is naturally better than feeding mosquitoes here.