Qiu Xuan held his breath and pushed Abu's stone-like iron arm, and took out the red rope jade pendant from the space.

"Don't move!" Abu whispered as they huddled through the gaps in the shadows of the walled tower, and the man who made the voice hurried past as if he knew nothing.

It was a villager from Lyme Village, and Qiu Xuan had seen this person in the crowd on the first day.

"Sure enough, they got into action."

Abu's eyes stared at the man's back without blinking, Qiu Xuan raised his eyebrows and asked softly, "Do you know what they are going to do?" ”

"I don't know," replied the man in a muffled voice, "but I saw them sneaky out the night before, and I was almost discovered when I tried to follow, so I had to give up." ”

The night before, wasn't it when Qiu Xuan also bumped into Abu head-on, it turned out that he was already planning to keep an eye on the people of Lime Village.

Abu made sure that the hurried villager didn't notice it, and walked out just as the man was about to turn the corner and disappear. "I'll have to follow, you feel free."

"It's useless for us to keep up, we have to find someone to take pictures."

"It's too late to wake up and talk to the cameraman when I go back now."

"I know," Qiu Xuan stepped behind Abu, his fingertips sliding over his finger ring. "Let's go."

The two of them followed the villager all the way around the back of the building, and finally stopped in an old but spacious flat corridor, which Abu recognized as the village's back kitchen, and frowned in confusion.

Just as he was about to follow in, the sound of footsteps from behind made the man's whole expression sour, and he clenched his fists and reflexively swung a chilling blow to the back, but the person who followed only dodged with a light glid.

"My own people, the cameraman is here." Qiu Xuan interrupted Abu's attack and pointed at the camera Qin Jiuyuan was holding.

Abu's suspicious gaze circled between the two of them a few times, "How did you inform him?" Moreover, is this your photographer, why doesn't he look like the original ......?"

"Wow, it's all the same. Hurry inside, don't waste your time here. ”

She pulled Qin Jiuyuan and followed behind Abu and wanted to go inside, but the man next to her grabbed her sleeve with his backhand, and after a pause, he raised the fingers of his left hand and laid them flat in front of her.

"What's going on?" At the heel of his finger, a circle of pure black and strange totems was wrapped around like a rising finger ring.

"Well, that's for you." Qiu Xuan also raised the same finger of his left hand as he learned his movements, the pure black finger ring looked like a high-grade obsidian in the dim light, Qin Jiuyuan was stunned for a second, and then was held by the person's movement extremely naturally. "Let's go, there's something urgent now."

The man pursed his lower lip and transferred the parts of the camera to his right hand.

"Shh Seeing them enter, Abu crouched warningly by a wooden door to signal silence, his tall body aggrieved in the shadows of the ground. I don't know if it's Qiu Xuan's illusion, she faintly smelled a meat aroma mixed with an inexplicable sour smell and an unknown strange smell.

Is the kitchen open, and tonight you will have a supper with dinner?

Just thinking like this, Abu turned around and beckoned to Qin Jiuyuan.

"Here." He pointed to the small bug-eaten hole in the edge of the door, and motioned for him to pull the camera up. Qin Jiuyuan glanced at him, but still walked forward in silence and set up the camera, and the three of them stared at the picture presented on the camera screen, a little speechless for a while.

The scene inside was not what they thought it would be, with a group of Lyme villagers gathering around for an evil sacrificial ritual or something like that. They're just eating.

There were five people sitting at the square table, each holding an iron basin of the same size and scooping up the contents to eat. They ate as fast as they could, enough to be the size of Abu's iron fist in three or two bites, wiping the corners of their mouths with a look of teenage age, and their eyes continued to stare at the cauldron on the stove.

“h*&(%$#@#!^”

Another man sitting next to the boy reached out and slapped his finger on the edge of the bowl and scolded him in the language of Lyme Village. The boy retracted his hand aggrievedly, looking like he wanted to say something, but he was too afraid to say it.

Then they talked in a low voice, and then got up and prepared to leave. Seeing this, Qiu Xuan and the three of them hurriedly prepared to hide, but a second later, they found that the villagers did not leave through this door, but got up and walked to the back door of the kitchen.

"It would be nice to be able to understand them."

"We'll bring Ran over someday."

They waited there for a while, and when they saw that the villagers were gone, Abu cautiously pushed open the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, the strange smell that was still faintly sour and the aroma of food suddenly rushed to his nose, Qiu Xuan covered his mouth and nose, and turned around. This is what an ordinary kitchen should look like, an old square table that is not too big or small, a few greasy stains that have not been thoroughly cleaned for many years, a few iron pots that look dirty on the shelf, and the only strange thing is that there are no kitchen utensils here.

There was not even a cutting board or a kitchen knife, and the only few iron pots made up the entire kitchen infrastructure. Qiu Xuan tentatively reached out and lifted the lid on the pot.

“……”

Abu, who was still searching the table for the dishes and chopsticks left by the villagers, looked ugly for a moment, pinched her nose and asked her what she had done. Qiu Xuan's face did not change his face and spit out the sour water that came out of his stomach for a moment on the paper, and stretched out his finger to point to the iron pot and motioned for him to come and see.

In the steaming cauldron, several large pieces of white meat were boiling in the turbid liquid, and the fat and blood melted along the boiling blister, seeping into the bottom and stirring the soup even more turbid and disgusting. The cook in charge of cooking seemed to be extremely lazy, and the blood and dirt that continued to ooze from the liquid couldn't help but make people suspect that he didn't clean the ingredients at all, but directly threw the raw meat and belt bones that were not cleaned into the pot.

As the boiling boiler burned, the disgusting sour smell and unknown strange smell rushed straight to the nose, and even some pieces of meat were still raw because they were piled too high, and the back of the raw piece was burned to a black burnt smell because it was against the edge of the iron pot. The hair follicles on the top of the bloody flesh hung from the whiskers, drenched in a yellow piece of fat oil from the previous flipping.

The visual impact, especially the physical discomfort of smell, was too strong, and Abu retched physiologically, turned his back and didn't look at it anymore.

Qin Jiuyuan held the camera and filmed everything, Qiu Xuan looked at it with a white face for a few seconds, and suddenly shouted "not good".

"What's wrong?"

"The villagers are gone, but the fire under the pot has not been extinguished. Either they forgot, or they'll have to come back later. ”

Abu also thought about this, and remembered the amazing strength and physical fitness of the villagers when they faced the Zerig Worm that day, and agreed to go back first and wait until the next time to find out.

But it was too late.

As they turned, there were several more eager footsteps outside the wooden door through which they had entered.

"Let's go to the back door."

Now there was only this way, and the three of them touched the place where they were watching the villagers leave, and pushed open the door only to find that it was not a direct walkway to the outside, but another door that connected to the room. The room was small, barely enough to fit the three of them, and felt cramped. Abu looked around, suddenly squatted down, and the bruises on his arms burst out, and he forcibly pulled out a whole piece of the door panel from the floor.

Beneath the hidden planks was a black staircase descending.

Cellar.

Reacting, Qiu Xuan didn't go down directly, but glanced out from the crack in the door where he came in. This time, there were no more, no less, exactly five villagers, each holding a bowl in his hand, which seemed to be the leftovers of the previous person who took it directly from the table.

They lined up to get meat from the pot they had just seen, the same one piece per person, no more, no less, and when they got it, they sat down and devoured it. Qiu Xuan even saw a person scooping up the top piece of fat and half-raw meat, the person didn't care about the hairs attached to the charred black skin, and the white fat pieces were chewed in his mouth, like sucking jelly and then swallowed two bites.

Qiu Xuan: Heavy gold, a pair of eyes that have never been seen, anxious.

"How? Are we going to wait for them to go or just go from here? Abu asked, looking back.

"But there's no hiding in this little room," she replied, "and they're going to leave through here after they've eaten, and we're just going to run into them if we wait here." ”

"Then we'll have to move faster."

So out of some unspeakable male dignity or something, Abu insisted that he take the lead in front, and Qiu Xuan followed him, pulled out the Zimu knife with his backhand, and followed down the dark ladder.

Fortunately, the cellar itself was lit with a dim torch that was better than nothing. In addition to the faint stench and musty smell, the cellar is also just a place for the less technologically advanced villagers to store all kinds of food.

Some of the common ingredients in the local area, Qiu Xuan, can't be named, because the group of villagers behind him may come down at any time, so it is not good for them to stay too long and keep walking into the depths.

Abu's figure suddenly stopped in front, and Qiu Xuan poked a head out behind him, and then had the idea of "sure enough".

She felt wrong when she saw the disgusting cauldron before, and the weird pieces of meat cooked in it weren't the parts of a common poultry. Although it can be said to be a rare animal endemic to the rainforest, the village has enough domestic animals to support the villagers from going out to hunt for game.

Person.

It is hung on a meat hook like a pig.

This one hasn't had time to be dismembered yet.

Abu couldn't bear to curse in front of him, but behind him came the footsteps of villagers coming downstairs.

"Let's go first." Qiu Xuan pushed him forward, and behind him, Qin Jiuyuan took all the pictures along the way, and the three of them quickly came to the stairs at the end of the cellar and climbed up.

They didn't have the key to the ceiling, so Abu pushed it twice with his shoulder, and finally broke open the narrow wooden door with a single blow. As soon as he climbed out, he screamed at the danger sense.

"Abu get out of the way!" Qiu Xuan was a position behind and didn't have time to climb out, and he didn't think about taking out his machine gun and hitting the black shadow that was rushing towards them. The good news is that even a black hole with a gun like hers has been hit at such a close distance, and the bad news is that the bullet holes of the machine gun can't penetrate the hard skin of the Lyme villagers who somehow mutate.

At some point, the five villagers who had not gone far at all were attracted by the sound of Abu Shengsheng opening the cellar, and they quickly came back with a black face and wanted to kill people. Abu reflexively avoided the attack after hearing the reminder behind him, and returned a punch to the nearest villager with a backhand, but the iron fist that originally contained the power of Qianjun could not even shake the villager a step.

The man himself is a powerful executioner, and after entering a desperate situation, he has worked hard in this area, but he didn't expect the Lyme villagers to be better in this regard.

"Leave it alone, run."

Qiu Xuan put on her hood and jumped out of the cellar, and the other two villagers firmly blocked her path. She flipped over and lifted the knife to the other man's ankle, but only to hear a piercing sound of metal clashing, and the sharp blade that cut gold and jade left only a light scratch on the man's body.

The villagers who came to arrest her were startled and looked at the short knife she was holding in her hand in amazement. Although she had little hope of breaking their hamstrings, her real purpose was to hold back the villagers.

Once the five villagers behind him caught up again, the situation was even more unimaginable.

In an instant, the undead spirit that spread all over the place along a shallow scratch on the villager's ankle stunned everyone for a moment, and a desperate death aura enveloped the villager in an instant. With a frightened look in his eyes, Qiu Xuan threw a puppet at Abu, shouting for him to "Hurry up!" ”

She pulled Qin Jiuyuan and ran towards the enclosure building with the gap, and Abu's side also began to turn around and run this way because the suddenly appeared puppet people blocked part of the attack. The tall man's right hand was firmly held in the next second, and Abu frowned twice, seeing that the other party's strength was unfathomable.

At the last moment, the man gritted his teeth, and with his tonnage arm strength and the unfathomable shackles of the villagers, he forcibly tore off his entire right arm from his shoulder.

Hearing the sound, Qiu Xuan glanced back and smacked his tongue.

They were finally forced to rush back to the walled building, and the keen executioner and crew members had already sensed that something had leaned out. Abu covered his entire broken wound with a pale face, gritted his teeth and said, "They're not chasing, so be it, you go back first." ”

"Do you want medicine?" In the spirit of humanitarianism, Abu shook his head with difficulty, and walked towards his room step by step.

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