Song Ciwan stood at the moment, looking around.

I saw the blue-gray sky like a huge dome, enveloping the mountain village in front of me.

During the continuous banquet, the villagers who had been staring at Song Ciwan all withdrew their terrifying gaze at some point.

They no longer looked at Song Ciwan, but only put their energy back on the victims around them, and continued to persuade them enthusiastically.

"Come on, come on, eat quickly. Don't worry about not having enough food, yes, what about after eating......"

Enthusiastic voices with smiles, even with pampering!

The banquet was lively again, and the atmosphere was harmonious with an indescribable treachery.

Some of the fast-eating victims were no longer satisfied with eating with just chopsticks, so they threw away the chopsticks and put their hands together and arched their heads into the basin.

Brushing and brushing, they use their hands to grab rice, stuff meat, and snort......

As they ate, their mouths grew larger, their faces began to swell a little less noticeably, and their bellies gradually bulged.

An indescribable creepy feeling quickly rose from Song Ciwan's back.

At this glance, she saw so much!

Next to her, the female villager who had been staring at her to persuade her to eat only looked at her with resentment, but the spoon in her hand turned around and suddenly viciously shoved it into the mouth of one of the victims who was eating on the other side of her.

Song Ci's heart jumped, and the victim took it!

The victim not only took this mouthful of food, but also smiled silly while eating, "Good, delicious......

His voice was simple, with an indescribable ambiguity, as if his ability to speak had begun to deteriorate.

Obviously, not long ago, Song Ciwan listened to him talk about his experience of escaping from the famine, and at that time, he was logical and very easy to speak.

Song Ciwan gradually understood, she thought that she should have touched the strange rules of Bixi Village.

In the strange world, people have to abide by the rules of the strange world, and the weird also has to obey the rules.

At present, it seems that the biggest ability of the villagers of Fugui Village should be to persuade food.

They can coax, persuade, and even self-feed people to eat, but they can stuff food, but they can't force it.

If someone can have strong willpower, a strong sense of resistance, and not take a bite in the first place, then it is possible to get rid of this control of them.

This may not seem difficult, but it is necessary to make clear the premise that all the people present have lost their original identities and memories since they fell into this strange world, and have become starving refugees.

People are already prone to losing their minds when they are desperately hungry, and how many of them can resist not eating a bite when they are coaxed and persuaded by the seemingly enthusiastic and generous villagers?

Song Ciwan can hold back, that's because she does have the will and belief beyond ordinary people.

But even so, when she stood up, although her memory was restored, the hunger in her stomach still did not lessen.

Far from abating, this hunger is even growing rapidly. It was as if there was a whirlpool, churning and swallowing between her stomach and intestines.

A large amount of stomach acid is rapidly secreting and spreading, and Song Ciwan's internal organs have a hot and spicy pain.

This feeling is even more painful than digging out her heart and scratching her liver, and it is obvious that if Song Ciwan doesn't eat quickly, her stomach and intestines will even regurgitate herself, prompting her to digest herself!

Eat yourself, what kind of horror does that feel?

Song Ciwan's scales have food stored in them, but at this moment, can she take them out and eat them?

Apparently not.

No, not because he was afraid of the riots of these rich and noble villagers in front of him, but in the dark, Song Ciwan also gave birth to a sense that in the rules of this strange world, foreign food is not allowed to be eaten!

Either starve to the point of devouring oneself and die, or let go of principles and beliefs and eat the food provided by the villagers of Fugui Village.

One is to die immediately when they are awake, and the other is to delay death in a daze, neither of which is a good outcome, but most people will instinctively choose the latter!

During the banquet, the sound of conversation became less and less, and the exchange of cups and lamps was gone.

Most of the victims no longer need to be persuaded to eat, they spontaneously eat and stuff, and more and more people throw down their chopsticks and eat directly with their hands.

Whew, swoop, swoop -

The villagers of Fugui Village smiled, and they sat there calmly, occasionally briskly helping the victims who were eating empty rice bowls to add food and vegetables.

Song Ciwan stood in the middle of such a crowd, and also noticed an important point: there were 90 tables in the open space in front of the village, and each seat could seat three disaster victims, and a villager from Fugui Village could sit with him.

What is this like?

It seems that every villager can receive the "three-headed" disaster victims, mark and domesticate them!

The same is true of the table in front of Song Ciwan, there are three victims, she, Zhou Damiang, and a strange male victim.

Now the male victim has been fed by the green-clothed female villagers at the same table, and his face is swollen, as if he has the appearance of a pig.

Aunt Zhou held chopsticks and slowly made a pickpocket, but in fact, she didn't eat a bite.

Her movements were not as conspicuous as Song Ciwan's, and the green-clothed villagers at the same table were feeding the male victims, and at the same time, their gloomy eyes always fell on Song Ciwan, and they didn't even notice that she had been pretending to eat.

That's a good thing!

Song Ciwan's mind was racing, and he decided that no matter what, he still had to try to go outside the banquet first.

When she raised her feet, the eyes of the female villager in green followed her like a shadow, and she whispered: "If you don't eat, you won't eat, but you can't leave." Little lady, we can't leave, we can only stay here when the banquet is over. The child who runs away indiscriminately is not a good child, and he will be punished by the village chief......"

Chief!

It's the man who is as tall as a giant!

As soon as the green-clothed female villager finished speaking, the giant village chief who was sitting in the center of the banquet suddenly turned his head at this time, and his eyes fell on Song Ciwan like this across the heavy table.

A savage aura seemed to linger around him, making Song Ciwan feel a huge threat in an instant.

It turns out that this is the third crisis of Fugui Village, and you will die if you leave the table!

It's a dead end!

What's the solution?

Song Ciwan thought about everything he had just observed, extracted the key words in his heart, and immediately replied to the female villager: "Auntie, I don't want to leave the table, I just learned good cooking skills at home when I was a child." You see, the uncles and aunts who cook over there are also tired, aren't they? I'm going to help ......."

Help?

Is this okay?

The female villager in green tilted her head, and her gloomy gaze still fell on Song Ciwan, but she didn't seem to be able to refuse this so-called "help".

After Song Ciwan finished speaking, she didn't reply anything.

Song Ciwan was sideways, raised his feet and walked out again.

While walking, she operated the scales and sold the "weird ghost" she had previously obtained from this female villager!