It's broken, I'm playing a really weird development game

The old man was very tired, but he was still very tired.

Wu Wen rubbed his hands on his forehead, feeling extremely weak and mentally affected.

Even his eyes went dark for a while, and he felt dizzy and wanted to fall down.

"Fuck! It seems that traveling through ancient people is not a good thing! Apart from anything else, I don't know when I will faint and die from lack of nutrition!"

"Hiss, if that's the case, wouldn't the ancient method of picking up corpses be quite popular among the poor?" Wu Wen hit his head hard.

It's already this time and he's still thinking about that thing, it's really awesome!

Wu Wen trembled and stretched out his slender arms to support the ground, then forced himself to stand up.

His eyes went dark, and he could only see that Hun Ge kept wailing and quickly got up from the ground, and then ran towards the village.

His screams and cries for help echoed in the field, but Wu Wen was so dizzy that he didn't even care about the sound.

But he kept cursing in his heart.

The sense of immersion in playing this role-playing game is too strong, right? There is no need to increase the intensity of playing a three-star mission, right?

Unless... I won't be in danger in the current situation.

Wu Wen's body was weak, but his mind was clear. Although he was affected in some ways, he still had sufficient ability to think independently.

Hun Ge's voice was getting farther and farther away, and it could be seen that he was really scared.

Wu Wen sat on the ground for a long time, and then he recovered a little. The blackness in front of his eyes slowly faded, and the tinnitus and dizziness finally disappeared, but the feeling of weakness still filled his body.

Fortunately, there was no problem with movement.

The chirping of insects in the field also appeared again, and the sound of water and leaves falling also returned again.

He looked in the direction where Hun Ge fled. His eyes, which were not blessed or even malnourished, looked completely dark and could not see anything clearly.

But I think the reason for his escape is no different from that of the so-called Old Four.

Wu Wen thought, stretched his head out, and looked at the canal under the ridge.

Sure enough, the water flowing in the canal no longer had the clear and turbulent feeling of water, but was as stable as quicksand without fluctuations, and even without the sound of water.

This situation can only be caused by a density greater than that of water.

The liquid flowing in the canal is also dark in color. There is no need to think about it. The rumors about Old Four's family that Wu Wen heard just now appeared in his mind.

Wu Wen put his head closer, and the strong smell of blood almost hit him.

He looked at the fields of his own and Hun Ge's families, which had been completely irrigated by the blood.

"Water turns into blood, just to scare people?" Wu Wen's eyes swept across the ridges and the surroundings, but unfortunately he could not see anything.

As his body moved slightly, the feeling of dizziness came again, and he could only squat to feel better.

This feeling was extremely uncomfortable, making him dizzy and nauseous.

Wu Wen looked at the darkness around him and stretched out his hand to clench his fist. Because of hypoglycemia, his hands were now soft and could not be clenched tightly, which made him frown.

The discomfort filled Wu Wen's body and head, and also made him focus on other things.

For example, the bleeding canal in front of him.

Although I don't know whether my body is hypoglycemic or anemic, or both, anyway, the only thing that can replenish nutrition now is the bleeding canal in front of me, right?

The blood all over the ground scared Hun Ge, and as blood, it must be able to replenish nutrients, right?

Wu Wen lay on the ground to prevent himself from falling into it and suffocating, and then began to drink.

The night became more intense, and the faint white mist slowly dissipated with the passage of time.

Wu Wen wiped the blood from his mouth, feeling that he was much better, and then rushed to the village in the direction he came from.

As for where the blood led to and what was there, this was really not what he should consider now.

It was less than twelve hours since he came here, and he didn't know much, and his body was not good yet. He felt that he could be more stable.

Following the plot is the best way to play role-playing games. Anyway, the mystery will be revealed automatically in the end.

It was dark at night, and Wu Wen walked and stopped, walking hard on the dark ridge.

It took an hour to find the location of the village.

Unlike what Wu Wen expected, Hun Ge, who had just run ahead, did not seem to inform the village of this matter. Anyway, there was no noise or light in the village. If he had not heard the sound of men and women doing things in the house when he passed by the village head just now, he would have thought that the village had become a ghost village at night.

Wu Wen stopped and hesitated.

"Should I go back directly, or do something more in line with my character?" Wu Wen looked at the silent and dark ancient village in front of him, and hesitant thoughts came to his mind.

There is no doubt that this village should be full of ghosts. Now I don't know why they are playing house with me.

If I keep my own style, I will go back to sleep now and slowly look for clues in the village. But if I play it as a situational reasoning, it means to do something that suits my body.

What will happen if I see the water used to irrigate my fields turn into blood? It's very simple, panic, fear, and wake up the whole village. This was the answer given by the fourth brother yesterday.

Originally, this answer should have been copied by Hun Ge who ran back first, but now the village is so quiet. Could it be that Hun Ge did not call anyone and just ran back home?

Or, he did not run back at all?

"Then this is a bit interesting." Wu Wen held the tree stump beside him. Although he was dizzy, it still could not affect his thoughts.

"Hong Yuan's exclusive task, but now Hong Yuan disappeared first. And it was passed to someone else. Is it possible that this place is actually the situational theater built by Hong Yuan for me, the purpose is to tell me about her own life journey?

Hiss, it is very likely!" Wu Wen felt that his speculation should not be wrong.

Then since someone has built the arena for me, it would be a pity not to perform this play. It just happened to see what Hong Yuan's experience was!

Wu Wen confirmed his idea, and then immediately opened his mouth and screamed miserably.

"Ahhh! Ghost! Someone, come! The field is bleeding again! The field is bleeding again!!!"

The shrill screams were heard through the walls that were not soundproofed and entered the compartmented houses in the village.

Wu Wen screamed and wailed continuously, and fell to the ground like a normal person.

Various sounds of movement had begun to be heard from the houses of each household, and some people even heard the sound before they came out.

"What? Bleeding again? Damn it! Can people still plant this land!"

"Oh, it's bleeding again? Could it be that the last thing is not over yet?"

"Mother, take good care of the child, don't let the child be stolen by some ghost thing while we are out! Damn it, I'm going to go out and take a look, take good care of the child!"

Accompanied by the voices, one by one the villagers put on their clothes and rushed out. Those who had a little money at home still carried oil lamps. The light was dim, but it was enough to illuminate the surrounding environment.

A group of people gathered together and ran directly to the wailing Wu Wen and helped him up.

"Hey, Wang's kid, stop crying first, tell me what's going on!"