Although I know that this is a game, I am still a little nervous, firstly, I am now alone, in case I encounter a tricky situation, I am afraid that it will be difficult for me to deal with it alone; Moreover, there was the burst of gunshots, which sounded terrible, and the wood must have encountered something wrong, and it would be life-threatening. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

I imitated the movements on TV, and I came to the door sideways, and at the same time, I raised my gun and aimed aimlessly inside, if there was a camera next to me, I believe I would be handsome at this time.

But the ensuing smell of blood instantly washed away this thought, I subconsciously turned on the flashlight, went to the back room to test, and suddenly saw a few fist-sized blood spots on the bedside, but there was no one in the room.

I walked to the bed and found a row of intermittent blood marks on the floor, stretching all the way to the window, and there was a clearly visible bloody handprint on the window, the blood on which had not yet dried, and was slowly flowing downward.

Wood hurts?!

Although it's a game, there's no need to be so realistic, even if it's an NPC set according to the plot, it's at least a human life!

In an instant I came to my senses, maybe this game was going to kill me! Thinking of the previous fires, such fires should be difficult to control, although I escaped by luck, but if my physical condition at that time was worse, I am afraid that it would not be able to support for long, so I can't help but break out in a cold sweat.

I told myself in my heart that I must be calm, I don't know the specific identity of the other party now, and if he finds out, I will probably suffer the same fate.

I half-crouched to the window, there were some uneven bullet holes in the window, and someone should have shot at the wood through the window, and judging by this extent, the other party should be a good marksman. I carefully pushed open the half-hidden window, then immediately lowered my head, waited silently for a while, no more gunshots rang out, and for the sake of caution, I unloaded my backpack and held it high, still no movement, it seemed that no one was paying attention to this side at the moment.

I stood my head out in fear and peeked out, and everything was the same except for a row of blood on the ground. With uneasiness, I rolled over to the window and followed the blood stains on the ground until I reached the rat's house next door, where the wood must have gone.

The blood spots were spaced far apart, and it was clear that Wood had fled in a hurry, but this amount of bleeding was definitely a serious injury, and if he wasn't found soon, Wood would probably die.

But the next moment, I suddenly realized that something was wrong, if the wood was shot, why did he flee? The other party was shooting outside, and he could have gone straight back to the hall, but why did he go out to die?

I couldn't figure it out, could it be that the person who fired the shot was in that room in the first place? But this does not explain the bullet holes in the windows, because the wooden flutes on the edge of the holes are turned outward, and it is clear that the bullets are coming in from the outside. I shook my head in confusion, I've never been good at this kind of brain-settling thing, if only the fawn was here, although this guy is not very reliable, but he can at least give some reasonable explanations.

Anyway, I followed the blood trail to find it first, and the plot was set up like this, and I could only follow it down. I was just about to move forward, when I suddenly smelled a burning smell, turned my head to look, and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

I saw that the roof of the wooden house was on fire, and the fire spread very quickly, and after a while, it burned to the backyard, and the hot wave flew on my face, and I went straight back. Holy, what a situation! Why did it catch fire at the end of the day?

I was wondering what was going on, when I heard a commotion, and in the blink of an eye, a group of people sprang out from both sides of the house, all of them villagers, and surrounded me with water, and at first estimates there were fifty or sixty people, who must have been part of the passers-by.

I turned around a few times in place, are these people coming to beat me? I don't need so many people in my body!

Those people stood still beside me, with stern expressions on their faces, staring at me directly, as if I was a sinner referred to by a thousand people, could it be that this is also the need of the plot?

"You, who are you? What do you want to do? I shouted hurriedly.

At this time, the crowd on one side gave way to a gap, and an old man with a vicissitudes of life squeezed out of it on crutches, his skin was wrinkled and sallow, the white hair on the top of his head was sparse, his lips were shriveled, and his back was slightly rickety, and he looked to be at least eighty years old. The corners of the old man's mouth were raised, and the wrinkles and sunken furrows were pulled up to the base of his ears, and from his deep gaze, I could not tell exactly whether he was laughing or not.

"You...... Do you have something to do with me? I asked timidly.

The old man snorted, and then the group of people behind him began to talk about it. Their accents were similar to those of wood, but there were some differences in what they were saying, and I couldn't make out what they were saying.

I looked at the old man suspiciously, and said to myself, what are these people doing? But the old man did not look at me squarely, but pursed his lips lightly, and after a long time, he raised his arm and pointed at me, and spoke in a dialect that I did not understand at all.

I was at a loss, this old man is crazy, what are you talking to me, I'm not Sun Wukong, the spell is useless to me.

With a flick of my hand, I stepped forward and pushed the men away, struggling to get out, but after a few steps, I was dragged back by a huge resistance, and one stumbled back to the same place.

The men looked at me with their hands on their hips and looked at me with anger in their eyes. I feel a little strange more and more, who is it that I provoked? Why don't you let me go?

The old man was still talking to himself, unhurriedly, but in a very stiff tone, and he could hear that he was accusing me of something. He pointed at me, and then to the house behind him, and his speech suddenly became faster, did he think that I had set the house on fire?

"Uncle, you misunderstood, I didn't order this house, it has nothing to do with me!" I hurriedly explained.

But the old man did not relent, but became more angry, the more he talked, the more excited he became, I suddenly became anxious, and said to the people around me: "Which of you translates for me, what is he talking about?" I don't understand a word! ”

None of the people in this group were willing to answer me, and it seemed that they were indeed NPCs.

At this time, a young man in the crowd spoke, only to hear him say: "Our village chief said that you killed the wood and set fire to his house, and today you can't let you go, you have to stay and sacrifice!" ”

I was stunned when I heard it, where is this, it has something to do with me? So I hurriedly said to him: "Then you can help me tell the village chief, I didn't do it, I was framed!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled sound behind him, and then, there were several "clangs", it seemed that the beams of the house had been burned down, and looking at the posture, the house was about to collapse.

Suddenly, the old man gave an order, made a gesture, and then two big men burst out of the crowd, one of them was holding a wooden stick, and without saying a word, he hit me the head, and I was knocked to pieces, lying on my back, breathing extremely uncomfortable, and feeling that my body was not my own.

I'll go, you'll knock me out, this situation is worse than death!

The pain came as promised, and in a trance, I only felt a wave of nausea, my body was constantly flipped, as if it was binding me, and the next moment, my eyes were dark, and I lost consciousness.