I am cultivating an immortal in the game arena

Chapter 324 The Strange Country Festival, encountering a conspiracy

The woman took Zhang Jun to a thatched house, and a man walked out of it. When he saw the woman dragging a young man through the door, his face suddenly turned bad.

"Who is he and why did you bring him back?"

The man actually looks exactly like the woman, except that he has an extra beard and his skin is slightly rougher and darker.

The woman smiled and walked up to the man and introduced: "This is my man. This is a guest from outside. He will also participate in our village's festival tonight. I invite him to come to our home as a guest."

After hearing the woman's explanation, the man looked better and nodded: "So that's it. Please come in. My dear, you go cook while I go out."

"Okay, come back soon."

The woman responded with a smile, then asked Zhang Jun to sit down and rest, and brought a bowl of water to Zhang Jun: "Drink some water first, and you'll be ready for dinner later."

"Okay, thank you, eldest sister. Don't you know your surname?"

"Just call me Sister Tian. My man's name is Kunshan. Don't mind. He's just like this all day long. He looks like that to everyone."

"Where, you and my eldest brother are both talented and beautiful, and you are the envy of others."

"Hey, you foreigners can still talk. Come on, you rest first and I'll cook."

When Sister Tian walked into the kitchen, the smile on Zhang Jun's face gradually faded.

This Sister Tian gave him the impression of being warm and honest, but just like that, Zhang Jun felt that this Sister Tian was a more dangerous person.

Don’t forget, this is the hometown of God.

This is not a real mountainous countryside. The strange gods in Shenxiang eat people without spitting out their bones. Anyone who believes that there are good people here is truly stupid.

Besides, this couple is obviously the incarnation of Realm Master Tian Kun. These old ladies are not a good person. Zhang Jun doesn't believe that they have any good intentions.

"Brother, this is for you."

The girl who had played chess with Zhang Jun came over and handed a white stone to Zhang Jun.

Zhang Jun didn't pay attention at first, but when his hand touched the white stone, the strange energy accumulated behind him immediately poured into the stone, and then his own vague outline appeared on the surface of the stone. .

"Is this thing also a trick weapon?"

Zhang Jun was a little surprised, but then he thought that this thing might be his reward for winning the girls' chess game.

"You have to be careful. If you see my mother's face is black, you must run as far as possible. If you see my father's face is white, you must not talk to him." The girl continued. said.

Zhang Jun wrote down this information in his mind, and then asked: "So what festival is tonight?"

"Of course it's the Thousand Faces Festival. It's the birthday of the Thousand Faced God, and we want to celebrate it for him."

Zhang Jun had never heard of the Thousand-Faced God, and he thought it was some mysterious god, so he asked, "So how do you celebrate this festival?"

"Um……"

The girl thought for a while and then said: "I don't know, but everyone puts on a mask for the scarecrow in the village. Finally, when the Thousand-Faced God is satisfied, he will ask everyone a question. As long as you answer the question correctly, you can get a lot of food and clothes. ."

"What if I get the answer wrong?"

Zhang Jun was keenly aware of the crux of the problem.

"I don't know. I didn't answer wrong, because the questions asked by the Thousand-Faced God are very simple. Sometimes they just ask how many meals you had today and how many clothes you wore."

When Zhang Jun tried to ask some other questions, Sister Tian came out of the kitchen with a bowl of steaming meat in her hand.

"Quick, quick, eat while it's hot. The festival is going to be lively at night. If you don't eat more, you won't last long."

Sister Tian brought the bowls and chopsticks to Zhang Jun with enthusiasm.

Looking at the big bowl of red and hot meat in front of him, Zhang Jun took it with a smile, thinking in his mind that there were only a dozen or so people left out of more than a hundred people this time. This inexplicable number was what Sister Wada said. Venison in equal quantities.

I don’t know if this is a coincidence or...

He lowered his head and looked at the venison in his bowl. He smelled the strong aroma of the meat and instantly felt sick.

"Eat it. This venison must be eaten while it's hot. When it gets cold, the venison will become sour."

Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, Sister Tian immediately urged him.

"Well, Sister Tian, ​​please add some chili for me. I can't eat it without chili."

"There are no peppers, but there are some peppercorns. Just wait, I'll get them for you." Sister Tian said, turning and walking towards the kitchen.

Taking advantage of this moment, Zhang Jun hurriedly threw the contents of the bowl into the storage bag, and then pretended to eat the meat with the bowl: "Sister Tian, ​​don't take it, this meat is so fragrant, I'm going to eat it." Finished."

When Sister Tian came out with the sesame pepper oil, Zhang Jun had already put down the bowl and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, looking like he still had something to say.

"You finished eating so quickly?" Sister Tian stepped forward: "Just wait, I will serve you a bowl."

"No, no, my friends are still waiting for me outside. I'll go out and look for them first to avoid any misunderstandings caused by unfamiliar people."

"Oh, then go quickly. If they don't find anyone to take refuge with, you can ask them to report the name of Kunshan."

Sister Tian said very enthusiastically, seeming to be particularly concerned about foreigners like them.

"Okay, I remember."

Zhang Jun nodded and agreed with a smile, and then strode out quickly. Although Sister Tian was very enthusiastic, he didn't want to treat this place for a moment. He wanted to join Zuo Xiantong and the others as soon as possible. What other clues could they find to get out of here as soon as possible? .

The village was not big. When Zhang Jun took a few steps inside, he saw a scarecrow standing under an old locust tree.

Five masks hang from the scarecrow.

Zhang Jun took a closer look, wasn't this the Zuo Protector?

Could it be that this level lies with Protector Zuo?

Zhang Jun's expression gradually became serious. He had seen how strange the Zuo Guardian's strength was. He could follow his words and turn Monk Jingye into a human stick almost in an instant. Even he was afraid of this strength.

If tonight's festival has anything to do with him, that's not a good sign.

"Son!"

When Zhang Jun was deep in thought while looking at the scarecrow in front of him, a burst of footsteps came from the distance. It was Qiu Feng, Wang Xiansheng, and several other holy disciples who were accompanying him.

"Why are there only a few of you, where are the others?"

Zhang Jun always felt uncomfortable when he saw that there were half the number of people.

"Yang Qingshan was brought into the house by an old man. Shang Yinling and He Xinhuan were still playing games on the other side. As for Zuo Xiantong, we didn't see him either. You know, he doesn't get along with us."

Qian Feng said, and of course when he mentioned Zuo Xiantong, the corners of Qian Feng's mouth couldn't help but raise. Although Zhang Jun couldn't see it, his soul used his eyes to look at this detail more carefully.

But he didn't point it out, he just sighed and said: "We are in big trouble this time."

"What? Has the Holy Son already found any clues?"

Wang Xiansheng and others looked at Zhang Jun. Whether they could survive now all depended on this holy son.

"It's very troublesome. During the festival tonight, there is a possibility that the evil god will descend, and it is a very powerful evil god. Maybe we will all fall into trouble here."

Zhang Jun did not say that this strange god was the one who rebelled from Shenxiang, but he only made the problem very serious.

Wang Xiansheng and the others are all people who have seen the power of the strange gods, and I believe they all know the terror of these strange gods.

When he said this, he also said it to Qiu Feng and the others.

Sure enough, after hearing Zhang Jun's words, Qiu Feng frowned and asked, "Does the Holy Son have any way to deal with it?"

"Yes, if possible, we need to let Zuo Xiantong trigger the thunder tribulation in advance. Maybe we can still have a glimmer of hope."

"This……"

Qiu Feng had a strange expression on his face. He looked at the face of the Holy Son and wanted to make sure whether the Holy Son said that on purpose. Unfortunately, there was no other expression on the Holy Son's face.

After struggling for a while, Qian Feng lowered his voice and whispered: "Which... I just saw Zuo Xiantong being dragged into a flower building nearby by a group of old ladies."

Hearing this, the faces of Wang Xiansheng and others changed. Unexpectedly, at this time, Qiu Feng was still engaging in internal strife. Didn't he know that at this time, everyone could only survive if they stayed together for warmth?

If it were someone else Wang Xiansheng, they would probably be scolded.

But here, it was hard for them to say anything. Wang Xiansheng and others lowered their heads and remained silent.

Qiu Feng seemed to realize that what he was doing was inappropriate, but he didn't take it to heart at all. After all, he was strong enough, so what if he was the Holy Son? If he couldn't beat him, he would just run away. At worst, I would find a place to hide and surrender. It's also a good choice to trick Zuo Xiantong to death, but the loss will be bigger.

If Zhang Jun could read Qiu Feng's mentality, he would definitely understand his thoughts.

This is the difference between being a competitive competitor and being a native here.

For these contestants, winning or losing is not necessarily the most important thing. Getting enough benefits and resources is their original intention of participating in the competition.

Otherwise, why would they risk their lives to participate in such a dangerous place?

The worst outcome is that everything is in vain. You can't lose your life here.

It's a pity that Zhang Jun didn't have the time to analyze the reason and urged Qiu Feng to lead the way. They went to Zuo Xiantong first. The team split into two on the road, with Qiu Feng walking in front alone, and Zhang Jun and the others following behind.

Especially Wang Xiansheng and the others seemed to have deliberately distanced themselves from Qiu Feng.

When they came to the flower building that Qiu Feng mentioned, Zhang Jun and others took a look and saw that it was a small earthen castle built of adobe. At first glance, it was about the height of a three-story building.

Various garlands are hung around the castle.

Maybe that’s how Hualou got its name.

Seeing this, Wang Xiansheng and the others were obviously a little disappointed.

Several old women were sitting in the yard, each holding a bamboo basket filled with all kinds of bright flowers.

Seeing Zhang Jun and others approaching, several old women immediately stopped what they were doing and stood up to greet Zhang Jun and others.

"Are these guys here for the first time? It just so happens that we need a lot of these garlands for the festival tonight. Can you help us make garlands together?"

An old woman came forward and said.

Zhang Jun did not answer, but said with a smile: "That's it, we have a friend, he was invited into the flower house by you, can you let him come out, oh, Kunshan is my eldest brother, and Sister Tian is my sister-in-law ."

When Zhang Jun spoke, he did not forget to pull the tiger skin.

"You are from the Kunshan family." The old woman looked Zhang Jun up and down, shook her head and said, "That's not okay. Since you are from the Kunshan family, you should know the rules. When you enter the flower house, he will be ours tonight. The divine body prepared for the Thousand-Faced God cannot be let go."

Zhang Jun knew something was wrong as soon as he heard this. There was a high probability that Zuo Xiantong was about to fall into a trap.

"What should I do? Do you want to break in?"

Qiu Feng walked slowly and unhurriedly behind Zhang Jun, and quietly summoned his magic weapon with one hand.

Zhang Jun immediately held down his hand, shook his head to signal not to act rashly, and then asked the woman: "I really have something important. Can I let him come out to see me?"

Several women looked around for a moment, and after scanning Wang Xiansheng and others, they finally waved their hands: "That's it, that's all, I won't argue with you anymore. If you leave three people to help us weave garlands, I will send people out.”

Isn't this a clear exchange of one for three?

Zhang Jun's face darkened and he said nothing. Wang Xiansheng and others also realized that something was wrong.

"Hey, let's take these three and let them help you and the elders make wreaths."

Qian Feng turned around and pointed at the three people behind Wang Xiansheng. Their expressions changed drastically and they were about to refuse immediately.

Everyone can see that this is not a nice place, and staying here to make garlands is probably not a good job.

"I don't want it. I want you to go and don't get involved with me!"

"Yeah, why don't you go by yourself? Why do you want us to come together?"

The three of them stared at Qiu Feng with stern eyebrows, ready to take action if they disagreed.

"Stop fighting. It's the same for whoever stays. So, you guys come and draw lots. There are three golden flowers and six silver flowers in my basket. Whichever one of you draws the golden flower can stay."

The old woman looked at everyone with a smile.

Zhang Jun wanted to refuse, but before he opened his mouth, he immediately felt something was wrong. His whole body felt sore and itchy indescribably, and that huge strange aura shrouded their heads again.

After scanning his soul, he discovered that several old women had gathered around him at some point. These old ladies looked weak on their legs and feet, but he was completely unaware of when they appeared around him.

Moreover, the evil spirit in each of them is getting stronger and stronger. If they are not careful, this evil spirit may turn into some irresistible force and hit them.

"Don't move, we might be tricked."

Zhang Jun immediately sent a message in a low voice, signaling them not to act rashly.

"Golden flowers, golden flowers, wealth blooms, silver flowers, silver flowers, come home safely."

The old woman muttered, and handed the flower basket to Zhang Jun. There were exactly nine flowers, just as the old woman said, three golden flowers and six silver flowers. The old woman covered it with a wide cloth, not to mention the naked eye. Go and see, even Zhang Jun's soul is blocked.

If you put your hand in, it all depends on your luck whether you will draw a golden flower or a silver flower.

Seeing this, Zhang Jun put his hand in, stretched out his hand and pulled out a silver flower in his hand.

The moment the silver flower was withdrawn, it quickly wrapped around Zhang Jun's wrist like a poisonous snake, and finally left a silver mark on his wrist.

"what is this?"

Zhang Jun looked at the mark on his wrist, and his face suddenly sank. He knew that it was not easy to draw flowers, but he did not expect that this thing would get directly on his wrist.

Several old women just giggled at this and did not answer Zhang Jun's question at all. Instead, they continued to pass the flower baskets down.

Qiu Feng looked at the silver mark on Zhang Jun's wrist, his expression flickered, and he suddenly took a step back and quietly stuffed something into the old woman's sleeve.

The old woman was startled, then she jumped over the prisoner's head with a smile on her face and handed the flower basket to Wang Xiansheng.

At this time, everyone was stunned. They didn't know what Qiu Feng handed the old woman, but he actually asked the old woman to jump over him.

Zhang Jun turned his head, and his soul suddenly locked on Qiu Feng. This guy obviously knew something, but he kept it hidden and didn't say it.

"Qiao Feng, you are so interesting."

Wang Xiansheng snorted coldly, put his hand into the flower basket, and pulled it out. When he saw that what he pulled out was Yinhua, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and glared at Qian Feng fiercely.

Then the old woman asked the others to continue smoking, but the moment the third person took his hand out of the flower basket, his face suddenly turned pale, and he saw that what he picked out was the golden flower.

The moment the golden flower was pulled out, it also turned into a mark and was imprinted on his wrist.

"It's over, it's over!"

Looking at the golden mark on his wrist, the face of this holy disciple suddenly turned pale.

"Hey, don't worry, it's just making a wreath. No one will die, so don't look so sad."

Prisoner Feng looked at him as if he were mourning for his heir, and couldn't help but sarcastically said.

Everyone had dark faces, and no one paid him any attention, leaving Qiu Feng bored. He simply squinted his eyes to watch the remaining people continue to smoke.

Soon the second golden flower was pulled out. When the Holy Dao disciple who pulled out the golden flower saw this, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression kept changing, and finally he seemed to have figured out something.

He took off his storage bag and handed it to Wang Xiansheng: "Brother, this is all my belongings. Just use what you can use. If...if I don't survive, remember to go back and help me take care of my brother. "

"Okay." Wang Xiansheng nodded and put the storage bag away.

Silver flowers, silver flowers... As the people behind kept pulling out silver flowers, the old woman sent the flower basket in her hand to the last person.

There are only two flowers left in the flower basket at this moment. If nothing unexpected happens, they are a silver flower and a golden flower.

The holy disciple took a deep breath, and after groping around with his eyes closed, he casually drew a silver flower and suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Yinhua, it's Yinhua, hahaha, you see it's Yinhua."

When he saw that he had drawn a silver flower, the holy disciple jumped up excitedly, holding up the silver mark on his wrist and shouting.

But before he could be happy for too long, the old woman handed the flower basket to him again.

"You...what do you mean, I've already drawn it, Yinhua?"

Looking at the flower basket handed in front of him, the smile on the disciple's face suddenly stiffened, and he raised his wrist to confirm repeatedly with the old woman.

However, the old woman had no expression on her face and handed the flower basket to him. The smile on her lips became thicker and thicker: "Pull it, smoke it. The gold flowers will be rich and the silver flowers will be safe."

"you!!"

At this time, everyone's expressions became strange. Wang Xiansheng and others looked at Qiu Feng. Obviously, if Qiu Feng hadn't deliberately avoided the extraction, each of them would have had one flower now.

But now because of Qiu Feng, there is bound to be one more person who must draw the golden flower to count.

"Don't look at me like that, I just didn't participate." Qiu Feng sneered, turned around and left

"Damn it, you surnamed prisoner, you're going to die a good death." The holy disciple cursed sternly, then put his hand into the flower basket with a look of helplessness, and pulled out a golden flower from it.

The golden flower turned into a mark, and another golden mark appeared on top of the original silver mark.

"Hahaha, okay, okay, honeysuckle is the most auspicious flower I haven't seen in many years."

The old woman looked at the honeysuckle in his hand and was very satisfied. Then with a wave of her hand, the bodies of the three of them were lifted into the air by a huge force.

In mid-air, the bodies of the three people slowly cracked, faster and faster. In the blink of an eye, the whole body was covered with cracks, until with a "bang", the three people exploded and turned into golden flowers floating down.

Several old women raised the baskets in their hands and put all the flowers into the basket. Everyone smiled happily and said, "Okay, now, the number of garlands is enough, and there are also gold and silver ones." The flowers are just enough to weave the largest garland for the Thousand-Faced God."

These old women were talking gibberish, but Zhang Jun and others had ugly expressions. Only then did they realize that the so-called help in weaving wreaths was to use their own lives as materials for these old ladies.

Looking at the silver mark on his wrist, everyone except the Holy Son felt regretful.

Zhang Jun looked back coldly at Qiu Feng, who was watching the excitement from a distance, and then realized that he had been tricked by this guy.

　After seven hours of high-speed rail, I’m finally back. Normal updates will resume tomorrow. I’ll go to bed first. Good night.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)