After a pause, he narrowed his eyes: "Or, Wang Wei's corpse is simply a tool. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ. There is a mastermind behind the scenes, hiding in the shadows, secretly peeking into the lives of our group of accidental intruders. But, why did that thing steal the sewing box of the tailor's shop, I really don't understand, is there something wrong with these needles and threads? ”

Ye Bu is indeed getting more and more incomprehensible about this Bao'en Village. However, the fate of the caravan and the caravan will not change because of what he understands or does not understand.

Dozens of people are dying inexplicably at a rate of one death a day. Ten days later, out of more than twenty people, only eleven remained!

Death is so simple, so unpredictable. In the end, even the interest in blackmailing the village chief Ye Mingzhu every day was lacking. A gloomy atmosphere pervades the caravan and the caravan, and eventually, the survivors decide to hold a meeting.

At night, Ye Buyu took Qingfeng to the bluestone floor at the entrance of the village on time.

Overhead, there is still a round blood-colored red moon.

People who are eager to get rich will always believe those lame words that fit their desires, which is the hotbed of low-level deception. They reject persuasion that is rigorous but throws cold water on themselves. Some people have obviously been deceived badly, but when you persuade them to get out of the scam, they will breed resentment towards you.

Today, Ye Bu Si has figured out that Bao'en Village is a deception in another sense.

In the past ten days, the rest of the people were entangled every day, and the caravan and the caravan quarreled several times over the matter of the Night Pearl.

By tonight, only 9 people were left dead, plus Ye Buyu and Aomine, a total of eleven. Not everyone is sober, such as the caravan leader, who is still in the dream of making a fortune, and hollows out his mind to 'get' some more night pearls from the village chief.

In a remote house in Bao'en Village, the horse camel saw that everyone had arrived, so he said in a hoarse voice: "This Zhuangzi is weird!" ”

"Nonsense, how can a place rich in night pearls not be weird." The caravan leader played with a dark 'colored' cloth bag that hung around his waist, filled with the pearls of the night that had been looted in the last few days. Every time I 'touch' the shape of the beads with my hand, it seems that the 'gloom' in my heart is swept away, and the dead person doesn't care about anything.

In short, it was not he who died. One less person can get out less, no matter how you think about it, it's a good thing.

The facial features of the horse's humphead were almost wrinkled together anxiously: "Only 6 of my people died, and there are only 5 people left on your side." It's a bit delicate! ”

The two of them were silent at night, and they were put into the merchant line by the camel's head. Ten people died in ten days, and although the cause of death was different for each person, all of them died from the trivial aspects of daily life, and even the brainless people understood that it was very abnormal.

This retribution may be a trap.

"In eleven days, we may be dead. There are only two ways to do it. Ma Hump paused: "First, regardless of life and death, rush into the storm, fight for character and luck." ”

The people in the caravan were generally weaker than the caravans, and they shook their heads just thinking about the crazy 'chaos' scene of the overwhelming yellow sand flying all over the sky. The leader of the caravan hurriedly said: "This is purely for us to find death, we will definitely not be able to rush out." You might just walk a few steps and you'll be buried in the sand. ”

Ye Silent did not speak, and he scoffed at the offer. Really rushed into the sandstorm, even if someone made it to the outer circle alive. That would only make people more desperate, after all, others don't know, and it is clear that he is silent at night. The barrier outside the village of retribution, unless Xue Ying wakes up, no one can pass through.

"The second option is much simpler." Ma Hump's head squinted: "This village is weird, more than ten of our outsiders have died, but no one in their village has died." The coffin shop is full of the corpses of our men! What does this mean? ”

"Boss, could it be that the natives in Bao'en Village have been pretending to be good people, but in fact, they are secretly making 'yin' tricks and killing us one after another?" Someone in the caravan came to his senses.

"Quite possibly!" The horse nodded heavily.

The caravan leader shook his hand, and finally became afraid: "What do you mean?" ”

"The first strike is stronger, and the second strike suffers." The horse's head was gently slashed on the neck with his hand: "Kill everyone in the village!" ”

"Here, all the people in this village have been killed. Do we have that many people? Someone in the caravan objected.

"There are only 200 people in the whole Bao'en Village, and there are many old, weak, sick and disabled, and there are very few young and middle-aged people. The remaining eleven of us, while the night is dark, each of us will have a knife in their hand, while they sleep...... Hmph, you can do it in the middle of the night at most. Seeing that everyone was hesitating, Ma Huotou couldn't help but change his tone: "I know you can't bear it, but who doesn't have a family." You really don't want to go back? ”

"If we don't kill them now, we will die. The horse trader is to bring more money home. How can you go home when you die, who will take care of your family when you die? ”

These words 'stirred' everyone's blood 'sex': "Yes, the boss is right. For the sake of my family, I let it go! ”

The leader of the caravan echoed, narrowing his small sharp eyes and thinking in his heart. After killing everyone in Zhuangzi, the night pearl of Bao'en Zhuang will be owned by his party, and this transaction will not be a loss.

The night was dark, and when everyone was on the same page, the horse's hump began to launch a machete. Two knives for one person, the sharp knives 'shooting' back under the faint oil lamp with a cold and devouring luster. When the knife was given to Ye Buyu, he also deliberately patted Ye Buyu's shoulder.

"Tough boy, boy. Killing people is not enough, and it is easy to see blood. The horse humpled his head and looked at the night silence who had used a spell to 'make' his face very ordinary, and encouraged him uneasily.

Ye was silent and silent, took the knife and walked out of the house with Aomine.

The moon was round like a deformed fetus, and the blood-red cold light spread all over the ground. He looked up at the sky, and then watched playfully as the caravan and caravan men 'groped' their way into the nearby houses.

"Master, you don't stop them?" Aomine was a little surprised.

"Why stop?" Ye was silent and asked lightly.

"Didn't you always educate me to keep a low profile and not to kill ordinary people 'indiscriminately'?" Aomine scratched his head, he was not used to the machete in his hand: "Humans are too fragile, they will shatter at the touch of it, and they have a very short lifespan. I still don't understand the meaning of these creatures, but I follow the master's teachings. Don't kill people unless you have to, you can help others......"

"Stop! You're too nagging. Ye Bu pouted: "I did ask you not to kill ordinary people." However, are the people in the village really still human? ”

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