(Reveal the answer, today is the author's birthday, sprinkle flowers!) ）

With a "hula", this group of young people still held blood-stained knives in their hands, surrounded Wu Xintuan, and stared at him vigilantly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Even, hearing the movement here, even those night watchmen rushed over.

Faced with this situation, Wu Xin knew very well that his idea of wanting to leave quietly was shattered, his eyes swept over these young people, and finally fell on the old man, with strong doubts in his eyes: "How did he do it?" ”

Even if Wu Xin's ability is limited, it is not something that an ordinary person can approach at will, let alone an old man who is about to die.

Wu Xin had observed this old man, it was indeed rare to have such a strong spirit at this age, but it was absolutely impossible for him not to notice it under normal circumstances.

Obviously, this old man is far from being as simple as it seems.

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At this moment, I saw the old man saying something to the other villagers.

Wu Xin couldn't understand what these people were talking about, frowned, and didn't act rashly.

I saw the conditioned reflex of that scene just now and was ready to leave, but the strange appearance of this old man led to this situation.

Now calm down, those corpses are the corpses of some wild beasts, although the scene is a little bloody, and the handling of these people in the middle of the night is also a little strange, but it is not an ulterior thing.

In the end, I didn't know what the old man said, those people glanced at Wu Xin, and soon went back.

"Guest, please come with me."

Immediately after, the old man looked at Wu Xindao.

Wu Xin followed silently.

In the room, the oil lamp lit up the dim light, Wu Xin and the old man sat opposite each other, and the scene was quiet.

"Guest, I wonder if you can listen to my request?"

Eventually, the old man opened his mouth to break the silence.

"Request!?"

Wu Xin was stunned for a moment, but in this atmosphere, it was naturally difficult to refuse, and nodded.

At this moment, the old man slowly began to narrate......

Time passed, and the lamp oil had already been burned halfway.

At this moment, Wu Xin finally understood the old man's so-called "request", and for a while, his mood became solemn.

It turns out that every few years, wild beasts in the forest or wolves in the steppe are overflowing.

At that time, because of the lack of food, these beasts would form herds and large villages.

Every beast attack causes a lot of trauma to the village, and it often doesn't take a few years to recover.

However, in these years, a new round of beast tide will be formed.

In the long run, the vitality of this small village has been declining year by year, and it has not been able to recover effectively.

In fact, the population of this small village has plummeted by nearly half compared to a few decades ago.

In this case, every time the number of wild beasts overflowed, the small village became more and more unbearable.

And not so long ago, the hunters of this small village discovered a desperate truth.

This year's beast population has skyrocketed again, and it is far worse than in previous decades.

Not only the wild beasts of the forest are ready to move, but even the wolves of the steppe have their eyes on this small village.

There is no doubt that under this unprecedented beast tide, this small village is facing the danger of extinction.

It is for this reason that every night, the people of the village will arrange a night watchman to prevent a sudden attack by the herd.

At the same time, the slaughterhouse also worked day and night, peeling the fur of the beasts and processing them into defensive clothes, and the meat as emergency food.

In the years of war between man and beast, these beasts have also learned to behave, and they no longer rush in one go, often trapping the village and consuming their mental and physical strength.

It is not until it feels that the time is ripe that a general attack will be launched.

Therefore, in the recent beast tide, it often turns into a long-term war of attrition.

And before the arrival of this unprecedented beast tide, the appearance of Wu Xin, an outsider, made the old man unconsciously raise hope.

Perhaps, this is the guidance of the gods, allowing Wu Xin to appear at the moment when life and death in the small village are in danger, just to save them.

Looking at the old man's expectant gaze, Wu Xin smiled bitterly.

Sure enough, things are not that simple, since the existence behind the scenes has proposed a "survival" trial, if he can survive in this small village, it will be too easy.

Unexpectedly, the situation was far worse than imagined, and people couldn't relax for a moment.

If there is no limit to your abilities, don't talk about some ordinary beasts, even if the opponent is a mutated beast, you don't care at all.

But the current situation, where is he capable of helping this village.

In that case, it is difficult to protect itself.

The old man looked at Wu Xin's embarrassed look, his eyes showed a hint of urgency, and he made some kind of decision: "If the guest is willing to agree to our request, we will definitely pay for it." ”

Wu Xin shook his head and said, "It's not that I don't want to help you. Actually......"

"Rest assured, guest, this reward will definitely satisfy you." The old man hurriedly said, "The reward is the precious magic book that has been passed down from generation to generation in our village. ”

"Spellbooks?"

Wu Xin's expression moved, he thought it was an ordinary space, otherwise there would be no need to spend such a big price to limit their strength if they existed behind the scenes.

Now it seems that this space is not as simple as I imagined, and there is even a power called "magic".

I couldn't help but think that this old man was able to get close to him quietly just now, and now that I think about it, maybe it's because of this special power.

However, although Wu Xin's strength is limited, his eyesight is still there.

Compared to this age, the spirit of this old man is indeed very good, but there is no special feeling.

There are two possibilities for this.

The first possibility is that the strength of this old man is unfathomable, and Wu Xin naturally can't see it.

There is another possibility, that is, the old man may have the mysterious power of "magic", but this power is very weak, so weak that Wu Xin can't feel it at all.

Obviously, the latter is far more likely than the former.

Because, if this old man is really a hermit master, I am afraid that he will not be pleading with him here, an outsider.

"Elder, I'm sorry."

Wu Xin's voice was low, although the words were not completely spoken, but the meaning was already very clear, he did not have this ability.

At this moment, the old man seemed to have been drained of his strength, and the wrinkles on his face trembled.

In fact, he also understands that he is just wishful thinking. No outsiders have come to this small village for many years, but when they arrived during this period, they still can't help but have a trace of fantasy.

The two were silent, and neither spoke again.

Wu Xin learned of this situation, and at this time he was thinking about what he should do next.

There are two roads in front of Wu Xin, stay here! Or get out of this place of right and wrong as soon as possible!

However, it is dangerous to stay here, but it is not necessarily much better for one person to enter a world infested with wild beasts.

“…… Elder, I have an unsolicited request! ”

After a long time, Wu Xin seemed to have made a decision, and raised his head to look at the old man. (To be continued.) )