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

The village chief's courtyard was brightly lit. Although the light from the oil lamps was not bright, the large number of oil lamps could illuminate the house with a bright yellow light.

At this time, there were quite a few people in the house. As the village chief and leader of this group of tenants, the size of this courtyard was still considerable. The area of ​​700 to 800 square meters was enough to accommodate the more than 300 people in the village.

And now there were not as many as 300 people. Only some old, weak, women and children were talking to each other in a low voice in the courtyard, and the children were sleeping in their mothers' arms, without any sense of crisis.

But the people in the courtyard had a sense of crisis.

Wu Wen was placed on the bed. Although the bedding under him was not smelly, it was still rotten. It must have been used for many years.

The men in the village have now gone to the fields in groups to check and look for Hun Ge.

It was not much different from Wu Wen's speculation. Hun Ge really did not come back, but disappeared strangely halfway. Instead, he, who drank the blood in the field, stumbled back intact.

It felt a bit strange. Could this be the treatment of the protagonist in the role-playing game?

Wu Wen lay on the bed pretending to sleep. The atmosphere in the room was a little panic.

Families who were close to them brought their own quilts and spread them on the ground for the children to sleep. The women or older girls who had not yet married sat on the edge of the quilts. Dozens of people were discussing the news that Wu Wen had just sent back.

"Oh my god, this is too scary. First, the fields of Lao Si's family are bleeding. It hasn't even been a day, and the fields of Lao Wang's family are bleeding too! Oh, I haven't watered my fields yet! What can I do?"

"Wife of Dachun's family, do you think this is because the last incident is not over yet? Has the Taoist priest not surrendered yet?"

"Oh, if this continues, we won't even dare to wash clothes in the future. What can we do?"

The women in the house were discussing worriedly, but there was no useful information.

Wu Wen lay in bed and felt that their worries were unnecessary.

What is bleeding in the fields? This is clearly a gift from God!

He has verified that the blood in the fields is indeed real blood, not some chemical liquid like rusty water.

Real blood has nutrients, so isn't it much better than water for watering the fields? Moreover, the yield of this blood is super high, and every family in the village can scoop a bucket every day without any problems.

The nutritional value of this blood is so high. Every household can take some home to cook. Isn't this a natural food, a gift from God?

If you can't finish it, you can sell it outside, and you can also develop special tourist attractions so that people can come and experience the joy of scooping blood in the middle of the night.

Damn, it's a gift from God!

It's a pity that this is not reality. If he had traveled through time, he could make a fortune just by relying on this blood field.

Wu Wen didn't move, but continued to listen to the discussion in the house and pretended to sleep.

Time passed slowly, and the discussion in the house gradually became smaller. However, from time to time, one or two women who like to run around go out to see and pass on messages, so that the house has never been quiet.

There is no silence in the house, and there is no silence outside.

For some reason, the chickens, ducks and geese raised outside are quacking all night, making people flustered and irritated.

After an unknown period of time, finally, there was a noisy movement outside.

"Ah, someone is back, someone is back!"

"Hurry, hurry, go out and take a look!"

The women and children in the house heard the noisy noise outside and climbed up from the quilts one by one.

However, just as they sat up, the door was opened from the outside.

The old village chief was trembling and was helped in. After entering the house, he was helped to sit on the old chair and calmed his breath.

Looking at the women who had just stood up in the house, the old village chief waved his hand and sighed: "Don't move, don't leave, you stay here, no one should come out!"

"Ah? What's wrong?" Dachun's wife asked anxiously. She didn't see her husband, so she couldn't help but anxiously heard some noisy noises outside.

The other women in the house were also very anxious, looking at the old man sitting on the old chair eagerly.

The old village chief didn't speak, but the thin man standing next to him spoke first: "Someone is dead, Hun Ge is dead, he died

At the east end of our village, the death is a bit scary. You'd better not go out. The village chief has just sent someone to inform Mr. Zhou. "

"Ah? There's a dead person!"

There was a cry in the house, and then several women who were related to Hun Ge started crying.

Although I didn't feel much pain, I still had to do what I should do.

"Hun Ge is dead? How did he die?" The people in the house were crying and terrified. Wu Wen opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, asking out loud.

At this point, he didn't pretend to sleep.

It was almost the same as his guess. Hun Ge was in trouble. However, it took a long time to find him. Now I can see some dim light on the bed. It is obviously almost dawn.

"The dead person is at the east end of the village, in the field one mile away from our village. You don't know, that guy, his skin is almost rotten, there is no good meat on his body, and his eyes were dug out by something. That miserable! "The old village chief didn't say anything, but the man standing next to him spoke first.

Wu Wen nodded and made a sad expression.

Since he decided to follow the plot, he had to pretend to be like this.

Hearing the man's words, a group of women and children in the house screamed, and they were so scared that they couldn't move.

The discussion in the house started again, this time mixed with the noise of children.

Wu Wen sat on the edge of the bedding below and observed the scene in the house, but didn't ask or check more.

The old village chief has sent people to Mr. Zhou's house, and the second stage of this story is about to begin.

Zhou Paopi, who had always heard of his name but didn't know who he was, should be on the stage this time.

The cock crowed at dawn, but it was already early morning, and the chickens, ducks and geese that had been calling all night suddenly stopped calling, which made Wu Wen inexplicably think of the human skin at home.

The human skin also likes to call, and he missed it after not seeing it for a few hours.

"Crack! "The door was opened by several women, and then they went out to prepare meals.

Of course, the so-called preparation of meals is also to prepare meals for one's own family. Now every family has no surplus food, and it is impossible for one person to prepare meals for the whole village.

Wu Wen felt the hunger in his stomach, thought about it, and prepared to get up and go home.

He didn't know if there was any food at home. It was a mistake that he didn't take a look yesterday. He was starving.

Although he drank some blood in the middle of the night, blood can't satisfy hunger. At most, it can only relieve hunger a little. Staple food is needed.

Wu Wen just got up, and a woman who had been out for only more than ten minutes suddenly ran over in a hurry.

"Bang!" The door was opened heavily, and the woman who rushed in was full of fear and helplessness on her face. She ran in screaming in panic.

"Village chief, village chief, the water in the well of our village has also turned into blood!"

"What? "Hearing the woman's words, the village chief exclaimed.

However, before he could finish his exclamation, another woman rushed in.

"Village chief, the livestock raised by every household in our village are all dead! Even the old yellow cow at the entrance of the village is dead!"

"Ah?" The village chief was even more panicked.

He couldn't help but panic. If the well water turned into blood, it would be fine if he didn't drink it. At most, it was just a ghost.

But if the old yellow cow at the entrance of the village died, he, the village chief, and the guardian of the cow would be arrested and taken to the government office to experience the darkness of the prison.

It was obviously impossible for him not to panic.

Wu Wen turned around and walked out, his steps quickened.