Looking at Zhaodi who was shy and shy beside her, Feng Liang also introduced herself in a little cramped manner: "My name is Feng Liang. I came from outside the Tunnel. You can call me..."

"Brother Liang!" Zhaodi shouted, and her sweet voice made Feng Liang shook his mind.

Why didn’t parents give birth to a sister for themselves? What’s the use of having another son? Is it not good enough?! Is it not enough to have me? If it’s a sister, it must be...

Listening to Zhaodi's silver bell-like scream, Feng Liang was filled with thoughts for a moment.

In my heart, I deeply condemned Feng Yuan, and came to my senses. I knew that the matter was important, so I asked seriously: "What's going on in the fog in the mute village, Master and those disciples?"

Zhaodi sighed and told what she knew.

Yabatun has always been an ordinary mountain village - the villagers are united and the people are simple. Although life is not as wealthy, no one is afraid of being cold and hungry, and life is still safe and happy.

Until one morning three years ago, rolling white mist suddenly overflowed from the mountains, swallowing up the entire Yabatun.

At first, the villagers didn't care, thinking it was ordinary mountain fog, but for some reason it was a bit choking. Most people couldn't stand this smell, so they hid home and closed the doors and windows, but some villagers were still busy working in the fields and went out to farm as usual.

I never came back this time.

Since then, the white fog will flood the village again every once in a while, and the duration will vary, and the fog time may not be necessary. But over time, many villagers have discovered pale monsters in the white fog, which were later called disciples.

"Since that's the case, why don't you escape here?" Feng Liang asked in confusion. Compared to these not-so-value houses, life is more important, right?

Zhaodi paused and looked at Feng Liang with a strange look on her face, her eyes full of surprise: "There is no longer a road outside! Brother Liang, you said you came from outside. I also want to ask you, Yabatun has long been surrounded by heavy fog, how did you... come in?"

"Environmented by fog?!" Feng Liang frowned and murmured Zhao Di's words.

Indeed, my group was directly teleported to the entrance of the village and had no idea what it looked like outside the village.

If the entire village is surrounded by fog, it means that the problem may not come from Yabatun.

There is a possibility that the entire planet may be...

Stopped his bold and crazy speculation, Feng Liang shook his head and whispered: "Continue."

Nodding, Zhaodi continued to tell everything that happened.

Just as the villagers were fighting with Bai Wu and were in panic all day long, Mr. Bai, the only teacher in the village, suddenly stood up and put forward a suggestion.

"Mr. Bai said that these fogs are not natural disasters, but the anger of the "Master". The Master was dissatisfied with the destruction of the mute Tun Tun and the music collapsed, and he expelled his disciples to punish the residents here."

Zhaodi said quietly, expressionless. "If you want to calm the Master's anger, you must imitate the ancient method, follow the ritual system, and use..."

As he was talking, a clanging sound suddenly came from the gate of the yard. The gate was opened, and then a large group of people rushed into the yard.

Are the villagers searching for me everywhere?

Feng Liang stood up without hesitation, grabbed Zhaodi in his arms, covered Zhaodi's mouth with one hand, pulled out the dagger with the other, and hid behind the door of the warehouse.

Shocked by Feng Liang's unexpected kidnapping, Zhaodi groaned a few times, and struggled a few times as if she was acting coquettishly. Suddenly, she realized that she was being held in her arms by a man, and her whole body immediately froze. She smelled the masculine aura on Feng Liang's body, and felt like she was spinning and was about to faint.

"Don't make a sound." Feng Liang threatened with his throat, covering Zhaodi's left hand, even if he wrapped his bandages, he felt that the girl's face was slightly hot.

It's so strange, this girl has a fever?

At this moment, the voice of conversation sounded in the yard.

"What are you doing in my house?! Get out! Otherwise... Mr. Bai?!" The old woman who seemed to be Zhaodi's mother came, and she was a little surprised.

Afterwards, another thick and low male voice sounded: "San Auntie, is Zhaodi here?"

"No!" the old woman replied without hesitation, her voice obviously being a little strong on the outside and fucked, "What's wrong with Mr. Bai looking for that dead girl?"

"It's foggy again." Mr. Bai said, not too slow. "This time, it's your Li family."

The yard was silent. After a while, the old woman retorted with fear and resentment: "Why is our family? There are so many families in front..."

"None of the other families has a daughter." Mr. Bai interrupted, "Before dark, I'll send Zhaodi to the temple. Speaking of which, third aunt, your kid should marry a wife. It's better not to be too late..."

After saying that, noisy footsteps sounded again. A group of people left Zhaodi's yard and gradually drifted away.

Feng Liang breathed a sigh of relief, but felt Zhaodi in his arms trembling slightly.

I was so scared that she was? Feng Liang was shocked and quickly let go of his hand, let Zhaodi go, and comforted softly: "Sorry, the situation is urgent. If there is any offense, please...hey?"

Zhaodi's shoulders trembled slightly because the little girl was sobbing. She raised her sleeves, kept wiping her red eyes, and sat down on the long bench with sobs, crying silently.

"That! Sorry! I..." Feng Liang thought he had made the others cry, and he was panicked and didn't know what to do. "I... blame me, all of them! Don't cry Zhaodi! Why don't you hit me and scold me?"

Shaking his head, Zhaodi whispered in a crying voice: "I don't blame you."

"Then..." Feng Liang was about to ask who was blamed, but suddenly he was stunned and looked at Zhaodi who was wearing the rain thoughtfully.

Mr. Bai just said that he wanted Zhaodi to do something, and then he thought about what he said before. Could the solution Mr. Bai had come up with...

"...Living sacrifice?" Feng Liang lowered his voice and tried to hide his surprise. "Mr. Bai thought of a way to use human life as a living sacrifice?!"

Zhaodi nodded, wiped her tears, and said, "Mr. Bai said that like He Bo wants to get married, the Master also needs many young and sensible maids. Therefore, every time the fog clears, he will give his daughter who has not passed the door to the Master to calm the Master's anger..."

"Absurd!" Feng Liang accused indignantly, "It's simply feudal superstition! Do you really think this barbaric method will be useful?"

After a while of silence, Zhaodi raised her head, looked at Feng Liang, and said timidly: "It's really useful. Since I started to send a maid to Master Jing, the number of fogs has obviously been much less. Mr. Bai said that as long as he persists, he will definitely calm down Master's anger and everything can restore peace as before..."

Feng Liang shook his head, feeling that the group of villagers, including Zhaodi, were simply unreasonable. "So, even if you are going to sacrifice this time, are you willing to accept it?"

Zhaodi kneaded the corner of her clothes, hesitated for a while, finally raised her head and looked at Feng Liang pitifully: "I don't want to!"

"That's right." Feng Liang stepped forward and patted Zhao Di on the shoulder, "Don't be afraid, I will definitely come up with a solution. Master Lao Shizi is at most a bigger monster. If I can kill my disciple, I can kill it! Humph, I still have two jars empty, as long as..."

"Bang!"

Just as Feng Liang was talking vigorously and vocal, the wooden door behind him was suddenly knocked open, and the broken wood chips were scattered on Feng Liang's head. He quickly turned his head to look.

A strong adult alien broke into the door, and his head, which could not find his eyes, seemed to be staring at Feng Liang, opened his mouth and let out a sharp roar.

In the small warehouse, Feng Liang had no choice but to retreat.

...

Two people were walking on the country road, one wearing glasses and lowering her eyebrows; the other carrying a hunting rifle, arrogant and domineering.

In the houses on both sides of the street, villagers poked their heads out of the cracks in the door and looked at them with vigilance, contempt, or hatred.

"Tsk." The scar-faced man glared back without hesitation with a cigarette in his mouth.

Perhaps the hunting rifle on the shoulder was effective. When the scarred man looked at him, the villagers timidly retracted and never dared to show their faces again.

"Hmph, a tough guy." The scar-faced man sneered and kicked the uncle: "Go hurry up! Are you stupid in the office?! With your physical fitness, I would like to be a hatch for my babies! The clones sold by the foundation are better than you!"

The uncle responded timidly, lowered his head, his eyes full of humiliation and helplessness, and had to smile and say, "That... young man, are we going?"

He slapped the uncle on the back of the head unexpectedly, and the scarred man scolded: "Who do you mean the young man?!"

"Ouch!" The uncle was in pain and changed his words repeatedly, "Brother Scar, I was wrong! I'm sorry!"

The scar-faced man nodded in satisfaction, and did not say anything more. He led the silent uncle with glasses to return to the stronghold that everyone had teleported to at the beginning.

In the courtyard of the stronghold, a body with a broken belly was lying.

The glasses saw the high school boy's face dying with his eyes closed. He turned his head in pain and couldn't bear to look at it. When he thought that he almost turned into this, he couldn't help but get angry with the sad compassion of the dead rabbit and the fox.

Next to the body, a young woman who was also a researcher squatted on the ground. When she saw the scarred man walking in, she immediately stood up and shouted tremblingly: "Brother Scar."

"Yes." The scar-faced man nodded, glanced around the yard, and frowned: "Where is the other person?"

By the way, the other woman who was teleported with this young woman was not in the yard at this time.

"She..." The young woman bit her lip, and wanted to follow her best friend's instructions, but on the excuse that she had gone to the bathroom. But looking at the murderous eyes of the scar-faced man, she did not dare to lie no matter what. She could only explain truthfully and stutter: "Let's go... go."

"Hey." To the surprise of the two, the scarred man was not angry, but instead showed a gloating smile. He shook his head, as if he was regretting something, but he didn't say much, walked straight to the room, leaving only one sentence: "You guys stare, I'll go to sleep for a while."

Watching the scarred man enter the room, the uncle and the young woman were silent for a while. Seeing that there was no reaction, they became more courageous and talked about what had happened in the past few hours.

"This kid..." The glasses looked at the corpse on the ground, sighed, took off his coat, and covered the upper body of the high school student.

"Oh--" The young woman sighed likewise, shook her head, suddenly remembered something, and said in confusion: "Where are the two people who went out with you? One big fat man and the other pretty handsome young man?"

"The fat man was captured by those monsters." The glasses thought of the fat man with a Tianjin accent and shook his head regretfully, "That young man was scared away by Scar... Brother Scar, and I don't know where he is now."

The young woman nodded, and she couldn't help but sigh and sigh again.

After glanced around, the uncle slapped his forehead and realized that there was one person missing. He asked quickly: "Where is the little girl taken away by Scar... Brother Scar? She has a very loud voice and looks quite handsome?"

"I don't know." The young woman shook her head, "When the fog started, Brother Scar came back once, but that time was also alone, and I haven't seen that little girl. Maybe, I've already..."

Is this the same thing again?

Although they are all people who have never known each other before, the uncle can't help but sigh when he thinks that these people were still vivid and vivid faces a few hours ago, but now he looks ugly or doesn't know life or death.

What is that girl’s name? Rao Xiaoxiao?
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