Humanoid black clouds?

Digging graves and stealing metal?

These two things didn't give Hao Fei any hint at all, so he decided to go to the grave on the back mountain to have a look.

Ganga said that this is the player is releasing a curse on the villagers, Hao Fei doesn't know what's going on in Myanmar, if it was in Huaxia, the imperial court would have sent someone to investigate. No matter how high the strength of the player who does this is, there will always be masters at all levels to clean it up, such as Zhanzhao.

But in this ghost place, there is no public family to take care of, even if the whole village will die.

Bobo said that it is not that it does not matter, but this is a border area, and after the case is reported, it will take several days to deliver it through layers of delivery and then feedback back, and then a small guard who is not much stronger than the villagers will not work at all.

There were no trees on the back hill, but the wind was quite strong.

Sure enough, many graves have been dug up here, because the villagers are cursed, no one comes to clean up, and the scene is a mess.

Could it be that this player needs bones and metal to cast the curse? Hao Fei had been checking here for a long time, and had even examined several black and yellow human bones, but he didn't see anything different.

"Two more were dug up, master, why do you say this wicked person can't get along with our village, the villagers are very simple and kind, and they have never done anything to make the Buddha unhappy." Bobo shook his head and sighed as he helped pick up the bones.

The crimson monk's robe on Hao Fei's body was violently blown by the mountain wind, and Bobo's words reminded him that no one would spend so much energy on something that was not beneficial. This player must have done this for a purpose, so what is his purpose? What is there in this village that is worth it for him to do this?

"Village chief, what is valuable in your village? Or what are the specialties? ”

"Huh? …… Whether my home-brewed fruit wine counts or not, the nobles are rushing to pre-order. Bobo thought for a moment before replying.

"No...... Forget it, is there any? For example, some ancient inheritance, peerless divine soldiers, etc., this kind of thing that can make people decide to slaughter the village. "Bobo's fruit wine is indeed good, but if others want it, there is no need to make the whole village.

Bobo was stunned for a long time, then grabbed his head and said, "How can there be these, I haven't heard of it anyway." If there is, I will definitely hand it over to the state, what's the use of staying in the village? It will invite disaster. ”

"Don't worry, I'm not interested in your treasures." Hao Fei felt that the other party's stunned was very problematic, and there really would be no such thing.

Bobo hurriedly waved his hand and said: "No, no, I heard that my grandfather said that my family's fruit wine must be brewed in the village, because our Hongshi Road Village is a treasure land of feng shui, gathering the aura of heaven and earth." ”

What the hell is the aura of heaven and earth? Can you cultivate immortals?

There are many things that can help improve martial arts, such as the cold jade bed in the ancient tomb, which is said to be made of cold jade dug up under hundreds of zhang of solid ice in the bitter cold land of the extreme north, and is an excellent tool for cultivating internal strength. The reason is that when you first sleep on it, you will feel that it is very cold and unbearable, so you have to use your whole body to fight against it, and over time, it will become natural to get used to it, and you will practice even in your sleep. And because the cold jade is the most yin and cold thing in the world, sitting and lying on it, the heart is self-purifying, and you can practice without scruples when you practice, and you don't have to worry about going crazy at all.

Therefore, the efficacy of these auxiliary items is not just nonsense, there will always be some reason in it. But whether it is a sword forged by divine iron or a tool made of strange things, it is a tangible and tangible existence, and it will never be an invisible or intangible gas. Unless the gas is restricted to be collected in a fixed space and cannot be dissipated, this can be maintained, but it is also used less and less.

Hao Fei had a headache now, and he suddenly remembered that the opponent was not an intelligent program NPC, but a living player, and it was not possible to find out his clues by talking to NPC villagers more.

"Village Chief, it's not good, the person who was cured by Master Ganga is sick again." A village name came running out of breath and told bad news.

Hao Fei had already expected this, since the other party was against the entire village, he would definitely not let Ganga save people. Thinking of this, he suddenly chuckled in his heart, the other party wouldn't attack Ganga, right?

"Village chief, go back and have a look first." Hao Fei didn't dare to delay, and hurried down the mountain.

Ganga's courtyard was already full of sick people, leaving only a path for people to enter and exit. These new patients have been treated before, and Hao Fei believes that with Ganga's skill and mentality, the treatment will definitely eradicate the roots, so this will not be a recurrence, it must be cursed again.

These villagers were all weak after being cured for the first time, and they were all cultivating in their own houses, how did the other party curse? Although Hao Fei didn't know about curses, he also knew that all spells should always have a casting distance, but the whole village didn't see any suspicious people nearby.

Could it be that one of the villagers did it? Hao Fei thought of the few people who were still in good health, the mute old man, the village chief and his daughter, and the man who boiled the medicine.

"Village Chief, with all due respect, why did everyone in the village suffer, how is your family still healthy?" Hao Fei's voice was not loud, but it exuded a breathtaking momentum.

The black fat man was frightened by Hao Fei's momentum, and hurriedly explained: "Master, the fruit wine brewed in the villain's house is often drunk to resist evil spirits. You see, the old mute who watched the mourning hall, I often helped him drink some wine, so I can resist it now. ”

"What about the one that boiled the medicine?"

"Ahem! He's my son-in-law-to-be, and he's used to drink a lot. ”

"How many of you are healthy in the whole village? Anyone else? ”

"No more. Master, the number of wines in my house is limited, they are all pre-ordered, and they need to be drunk for a long time, which ......"

"Alright, I know, I have to guard Master Ganga tonight, you can do it yourself." Hao Fei took out a pot of fruit wine and took a shallow sip, it can attach a critical hit state, this wine is indeed a good thing to strengthen the body, the village chief did not lie.

As night fell, the village fell silent again. When the moon was in the sky, the silver light was sprinkled, which made the mountain village with no sparks show some vitality.

Ganga's team was still trying to treat the patient, while Hao Fei was sleeping in the corner, as heavy as a dead man if he didn't move occasionally.

In the second half of the night, there was a "knock" sound in the village, and everyone knew that it was the little mages who were enduring the pain.

The sound is getting louder and denser.

At this time, in the mound of graves in the back mountain, a tall black figure came to me. The shadow came to a grave bag and began to dig, it had no tools in its hands, only two hands, but it was very efficient, and it didn't take a few minutes to dig a large hole, revealing the broken coffin inside.