Until he walked to a slightly remote corner, he saw Zhao Ping take off the brand-new black suit on his body, throw it aside, and then take off the white shirt inside, followed by the pants on the lower body.

The weather in this labyrinth scene world is not cold, it is in the spring season, even if you take off all the cotton clothes inside, you will not feel much cold.

Watching Zhao Ping take off the clothes on his body one by one, Zhang Fan was confused, not knowing what he was doing.

But soon, Zhao Ping's next operation made Zhang Fan's eyes flicker. Because I saw that Zhao Ping actually put the white and clean shirt and pants inside on the dusty ground and rubbed it hard.

After rubbing the front, rubbing the back, inside and out, every inch of the corner was not missed, and began to rub hard.

He was very serious and meticulous, and he didn't feel sorry for his clothes at all. This scene made Zhang Fan dumbfounded.

After a while, Zhao Ping finally finished rubbing his clothes, and they became dirty and dusty, looking like a beggar's old clothes.

After doing this, Zhao Ping acted as if nothing happened, and put on the dirty clothes without any worries, and then grabbed a handful of dust from the ground, and messed up his hair, like a bird's nest.

As for the black suit that he casually threw on the ground, he didn't pick it up again, as if he didn't plan to ask for it.

"I said Brother Zhao, you are so smart that you can think of such a way!" Zhang Fan gave a thumbs up.

Now, he finally knew what Zhao Ping's purpose was in doing this. Because the villagers of Haitang Village are dressed very plainly.

It's not so much quaint as it is shabby, and the clothes on his body are patched in many places.

Their previous clothes were all brand new, so walking in Haitang Village, they looked out of place, very eye-catching, and it was easy to attract the attention of the villagers.

This is extremely detrimental to their next actions, and wherever they go, they will be noticed. Presumably, Zhao Ping did this in order to make himself and the villagers of Haitang Village more similar in their clothes and become popular.

Not to say that it will be accepted, but at least it is not so conspicuous. Zhang Fan let out a breath, also took off the clothes on his body, and began to rub the ground, trying to make the clothes even more tattered.

Although the clothes are expensive, they are insignificant compared to the danger of life and death in this maze scene.

It doesn't matter if the clothes are torn and dirty, you can buy them again later, but if your life is gone, you really have nothing left.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Fan and the others walked out of the corner. At this time, they were dressed like a beggar on the street, and even had some faults.

Simply one

"Wolong" one

"Phoenix Chick". This pair, if other survivors saw it, would definitely be shocked to lose their big teeth.

"What do we do now?" Zhang Fan found that Zhao Ping's IQ was really high, and with him this time, it is estimated that there will be a high probability of survival.

"Just sit on the side and observe the actions of the surrounding villagers!" After saying this, Zhao Ping stretched his waist, strode to a withered yellow tree, sat down comfortably, and then held his chin in one hand and looked intently at the villagers passing by.

In this regard, Zhang Fan opened his mouth, wanted to speak and stopped, but when it came to his mouth, he finally didn't say it, and he swallowed it back.

They were so successful in their disguise that the surrounding villagers didn't give them a second look, and even the few survivors passing by didn't notice them.

In this way, Zhang Fan and the others sat under the big tree and looked at the passing villagers, and this sitting was a day that passed in a hurry.

They had begun to sit down and observe in the morning, and it was already late afternoon. The sun was setting, the sky was getting dark, and even the moon was about to rise.

The cold of the night, at this moment, came. At this time, Haitang Village, which was originally quiet and peaceful, instantly became noisy, and the surrounding villagers, as if they had noticed something extremely frightened, all put down their things and ran towards their respective homes.

They ran in a hurry and in a panic.

"No, it's weird!" Zhao Ping shouted.

"It's weird!" Zhang Fan's pupils shrank, and he also felt a trace of extraordinary charm.

"Let's go over and have a look!" Zhang Fan stood up suddenly.

"Go this way!" Zhao Ping pointed to the road on the right hand side and ran out first. Less than a minute after running forward, they saw a fat boy in a yellow cotton jacket and a paper windmill in his left hand, with a snotty face on his face.

The little chubby boy was twisting his buttocks, panting, and running towards the house. He ran hard, and his forehead was covered with anxious cold sweat, as if he was running away from something.

"Don't go there yet!" Zhao Ping stopped less than ten meters when he came to the little fat boy, and then quickly hid in the corner and began to peek.

"What did you find?" Zhang Fan hid behind Zhao Ping and asked.

"I actually found something particularly strange today, I wonder if you found out?" Zhao Ping looked solemn and whispered.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Fan was stunned.

"It's the people in the village, they don't seem to have spoken all day today, although they laugh with each other, but they don't mean to speak at all!" Zhao Ping told what he saw today.

"What do you mean...... Could it be that they are all deaf and dumb? Zhang Fan's eyes narrowed slightly and asked.

"No, it's not! They should all be normal people! Zhao Ping shook his head and said very seriously.

"The reason why they don't speak is that there must be other reasons, but ...... I couldn't hear anything, but I noticed something strange! Zhao Ping habitually took out the silver-white fountain pen, put it between his right fingers and turned it a few times, and then clamped it on his ear and glanced at Zhang Fan solemnly.

"Tell me about it!" Zhang Fan and Zhao Ping looked at each other.

"They should have something in their ears, as if they don't want to hear themselves!"

"There must be a terrible secret hidden in this village, so that these villagers dare not listen to the sound, and they can't listen to the sound, and once they hear the sound, it is very likely that something very terrible will happen!"

"If my guess is correct, this is a very horrible thing, and it must involve dead people!"

"In addition to these, there is another point that makes me more determined in my thoughts, and that is this little fat man!" At this point, Zhao Ping stretched out his finger and pointed at the little fat man who fled home.

"What do you mean by that?" Zhang Fan really didn't find out about this information, I have to say that this Zhao Ping's IQ is too high, and such a secret thing can be detected by him.

"The reason why I firmly believe that the villagers will have things stuffed in their ears is because this little fat man has taken out the stuffed things in his ears more than once all day today!"

"That thing, it should be cotton!"

"As we all know, cotton plugging the ears will greatly weaken the sound of the outside world!" Zhao Ping expressed his opinion.

"I see! No wonder these people turn a deaf ear to our words! Hearing Zhao Ping's analysis, Zhang Fan understood, and his heart couldn't help but be filled with a trace of admiration for him.

You can find out, it's really amazing.