Being too ferocious because of caution

Chapter 263 "Thieves in the City" Ticket

The village is strange.

If a normal person came here and saw the villagers for the first time, they would definitely turn around and run away!

These villagers look extremely strange.

Their internal organs grow outside their bodies.

It has no arms or legs, and its body is covered with wriggling tentacles.

Every villager exudes a frightening aura.

It's not half a step to a big disaster, but it's close to a half step to a big disaster!

However, the information provided by Evil Tong to Zhao Yi showed that these villagers were neutral units and they had no ill intentions towards outsiders.

A villager wandered aimlessly by the roadside with the fragrant wild grass.

The words "thinking" are marked on its forehead.

The audience in Zhao Yi's broadcast room suddenly had the illusion that they were in an online game.

Nan Jia placed a hand in front of Zhao Yi, gesturing for him to go and ask.

He came to the villager, saluted to the villager, and said with a smile:

"May I ask this benefactor, how can I get to the divine tower in the north?"

After the villager was disturbed, the words 'thinking' above his head suddenly burst like bubbles.

It stared blankly at Nanjia and the others, then scratched its head with a tentacle.

"? What did you say?"

The pronunciation and pronunciation of the villagers are very strange.

Nanjia digested it carefully for a while, but didn't understand what the other party was saying.

So he asked the same question again.

The villagers were confused:

". Do you understand me?"

Nanjia fell into silence.

Just like the villagers he met before.

They are all very strange and difficult to communicate with.

At this time, Zhao Yi behind him suddenly said:

"What can the Tower God do if he goes to the north? It's him who wants to do it."

The villagers looked stunned!

It explained it to Zhao Yi.

The general meaning is - the village is closed, you can't get out, and you don't know where the cars outside come from. You need a ticket to Liucheng in order to take the correct car and enter Liucheng.

After entering Liucheng, you can find another way to find out how to get to the Northern Tower.

You can ask the village chief for tickets.

It only knows so much.

At this time, Nan Jia was no longer confused.

Instead, they became all the viewers in the live broadcast room and Su Qingyao.

hateful……

How on earth did Zhao Yi manage to communicate with that villager without any barriers, you bastard? !

Have you ever learned that kind of bird song that you can’t understand at all?

What a cheat!

…

Don't blame them for making such a fuss.

This villager spoke backwards not just in words.

What really affects hearing is its pronunciation.

It's like a song played backwards.

Ordinary people can't tell what it's about.

But not only can Zhao Yi understand it.

You can even reply fluently.

"Donor Zhao, what... did it tell you?"

Nanjia scratched his bald head.

Zhao Yi explained it to Nan Jia.

Nan Jia was suddenly enlightened and looked at Zhao Yi with an inexplicable look of admiration:

"Donor Zhao is really wise and knowledgeable. No wonder Master Kumei has always admired you."

Zhao Yi said in surprise:

"Master Kumei also praised me?"

Nanjia clasped her hands together with a peaceful smile on her face:

"Before leaving, Master Kumei specially made an appointment with me, saying that my destined person... is an extremely insidious and cunning guy, and asked me not to fall into his trap!"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Su Qingyao on the side laughed out loud, but then immediately suppressed it.

The three of them followed the instructions of the villagers and found the village chief in a cemetery.

He was squatting in front of a grave.

Eat and drink indiscriminately.

"Village chief, why are you stealing the tribute?"

Zhao Yi stepped forward and asked.

The old man with the white beard turned back and glared:

"What does stealing tribute mean?"

"This is my grave!"

"If I eat the tribute from my own grave, can that be called stealing?"

Zhao Yi waved his hand and said:

"I made a mistake."

"We want to buy something from you, the village chief."

The village chief ate a whole pig head in one bite:

"What to buy?"

Zhao Yi:

"Ticket to Liucheng."

The village chief looked sad when he heard this.

"You actually want to go to that place..."

"I think back then, several villagers in the village asked me to get their bus tickets to go to Liucheng to do business, but..."

Nanjia expressed concern:

"Are they dead?"

village head:

"Might as well be dead... They're getting rich."

"Oh shit!"

"The villagers are enjoying themselves outside, while I, the village chief, squat in the cemetery eating tribute every day!"

Nanjia rolled her eyes when she heard this.

After the village chief finished speaking, his face became more serious and he continued:

"But to be honest, it's not safe to stay in the city."

"Of the five villagers who went there, only one is still alive."

Nanjia said hurriedly:

"Who's still alive?"

The village chief lowered his head and said sadly:

"My son."

"He's studying at the Academy of the Damned."

"He called me some time ago and said that he could no longer survive in the Cursed Academy. The exams there were too dangerous and he could die at any time. He hoped that I would pick him up and take him back to the village as soon as possible."

"I'm also very confused!"

Nanjia:

"What are you still struggling with? Saving people is important!"

village head:

"I'm debating...whether to eat noodles tonight or continue to eat tributes."

Nanjia:

"..."

Zhao Yi, who was on the side, saw a meaningful look in his eyes when he saw Nan Jia's expression.

Are you starting to get sick?

Sure enough, after a few seconds of silence, Nanjia said seriously to the village chief:

"That's your son!"

"He is now in danger, how can you abandon him?"

The village chief looked at him blankly:

"son?"

"What son?"

Nanjia leaned back slightly.

"The one who studies at the Curse Academy."

The village chief slapped his head:

"Oh! Yes, yes! Son!"

"Look at my brain, it's so forgetful!"

"It's true that the noodles are a little dry, but I've been eating this tribute for a few days and I almost vomited..."

The village chief began to think casually, and Nan Jia felt that her breathing was stagnant.

Damn old stuff.

You don't care about your son's life or death at all, do you?

"Village chief, if you are willing to give us two tickets to stay in the city, we can help you rescue your son..."

When Zhao saw Nan Jia's eagerness to give it a try, he knew that if he didn't say this, Nan Jia would also say it.

Snap!

The village chief took out two worn-out tickets from somewhere and stuffed them into their hands.

Tears of gratitude and said:

"The safety of the dog depends entirely on you two!"

Nanjia put her hands together:

"Helping people in need is what we should do."

After putting the two people in the car and watching them go away, the village chief returned to the village.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly patted his head:

"broken!"

"I forgot again!"

"Where the hell did my son come from?"

"That was obviously a dream... Oh no, no, no, no!"

"The Curse Academy is so scary, if they go in... wouldn't it be..."

The village chief turned pale.

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PS: I chose a more normal line. The previous line... was too weird.

Stop talking and go write the rest right away.

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