[You sold the village-level weird ghost, hate, hate, hate, one catty and seven taels, and obtained seventeen years of cultivation as a reward. 】

At the moment when Song Ciwan left the desktop, he successfully operated the scales to complete a sale.

The next moment, the fog that had originally shrouded Song Ciwan's dantian seemed to have been chiseled by some heavy hammer, and it quickly opened a gap.

The bubbling true qi was like a mist, jumping out of the blockade, quickly flowing back into her dantian, and then flowing into her limbs and bones, and was regained control by her.

Prior to this, although Song Ciwan had recovered her memory, her true qi cultivation was invisibly suppressed by strange rules.

She couldn't contact her dantian, she couldn't mobilize her true qi, and her body was so empty that she seemed to have become the mortal who had never cultivated again.

That kind of weakness is actually very panicked, but fortunately, at this moment, the true qi returned, and Song Ciwan suddenly had a little more confidence.

Although she has only returned for seventeen years of cultivation, and she has not even reached a tenth of her heyday, it is a good start.

The sale of the scales made Song Ciwan look at the villagers of Fugui Village around him differently.

The female villager in green was still looking at her suspiciously, and Song Ciwan's footsteps took another step out.

The moment he stepped out, Song Ciwan suddenly turned around, grabbed Aunt Zhou, who was still pretending to eat, with a backhand, and quickly said: "There is not enough food at the banquet, I will cook, Aunt Zhou will light the fire, let's go together to contribute to the village!" ”

Aunt Zhou was about to throw away the chopsticks, and hurriedly stood up with Song Ciwan, picked up her words and said: "Yes, old woman, I burned the fire well, and I went with Xiao Song Niangzi to contribute to the village." ”

After saying this, her steps can also move.

Song Ciwan pulled her, and walked away without delay, the green-clothed female villager next to her was stunned, and finally reacted, so she swooped over and grabbed Aunt Zhou's hand at this moment, and said, "You want to leave too?" ”

She stared at Aunt Zhou with gloomy eyes, and there were bloodshot streaks at the four corners of the whites of her eyes.

It can be seen that each villager of Fugui Village can be allocated three "domesticated" places, and the female villager in green will not only lose Song Ciwan, but also lose Aunt Zhou, two of the three, how can such a loss be endured?

So she was in a hurry and messed up.

She stretched out her hand and grabbed Aunt Zhou, and there were hairs on the back of her hand that slowly grew out like steel needles.

Aunt Zhou suddenly felt creepy, and she subconsciously felt weak.

Song Ciwan held her firmly beside her, and whispered in her ear: "Aunt Zhou, think about Sister Zhenniang, aren't you looking for her?" ”

Zhen Niang is the name of Zhou Da Niang's daughter, Song Ciwan heard it once before, and remembered it in his heart.

It was Aunt Zhou herself, because she entered this strange world, her memory was invisibly suppressed, and she forgot the existence of her daughter.

But she still had a mother's instinct, and as soon as Jane's name was mentioned, her heart was immediately touched, her legs were not weak, and her hands began to pull back with all their might.

"I'm not leaving!" Aunt Zhou couldn't help but raise her voice and said, "I'm contributing to the village!" ”

As she spoke, she struggled.

This struggle angered the green-clothed villagers, and the hair on the back of her hand grew faster, and her nails swelled sharply, and suddenly squeezed deep into Aunt Zhou's flesh!

At this moment, a terrible howl broke through the air.

"Ah——!h

It wasn't Mrs. Zhou who howled, but it was the green-clothed villager who hurt Mrs. Zhou with her fingernails!

It's not that Song Ciwan is hurting her, but a force that comes from nowhere.

At the moment when the skin on Zhou Damiang's wrist was broken by the fingernails of the green-clothed villagers, a lightning bolt that came out of thin air fell on the green-clothed villagers.

Zila, zila!

The green-clothed villager was suddenly convulsed by the electricity, and black smoke came out of his mouth.

Aunt Zhou was shocked, Song Ciwan took the opportunity to pull her away, and she was also secretly shocked in her heart.

But soon Song Ciwan reacted again, this should be the fourth rule of the current trickery: if the visitor has not committed a foul, the villagers of Fugui Village cannot take the initiative to harm them by force!

Look at the fate of this green-clothed villager -

She's not dead, she's just frozen in the moment. She opened her mouth, and there was not only black smoke rising from her mouth, but also a lot of small small lightning bolts shuttling back and forth.

"You, you—" Between the black smoke and sparks, the green-clothed villager glared angrily at Song Ciwan and Aunt Zhou, and his dark eyes faltered in her eyes.

The scales resurfaced, and a cloud of qi from her was collected: [Village-level weird ghost, hate, hate, hate, two catties and three taels, can be sold. 】

Two catties and three taels, it can be seen that its hatred is strong!

Song Ciwan suppressed the joy in his heart, didn't stop any longer, and hurriedly pulled Aunt Zhou to the row of stoves at the edge of the clearing.

Passing by many tables, the victims were still immersed in eating, and the villagers of Fugui Village were still looking at them with pampering, and occasionally the eyes of the villagers swept over Song Ciwan and Zhou Damiang, but they immediately became expressionless and indifferent.

Aunt Zhou was frightened and hurriedly leaned on Song Ciwan to seek that sense of security.

The two of them seemed to have walked a very long way before they finally passed through the heavy table and came to the edge of the stove.

This side of the stove is very lively, most of the chores are girls and daughters-in-law, there are bare-chested men, there are also women with turbans, and there are many children running and laughing among them, occasionally coming to the stove, smiling and begging for a bite of meat.

Song Ciwan and Aunt Zhou came over, and these people working by the stove also smiled at them, as if they didn't know that they were "new outsiders", and greeted them cordially:

"Here, I heard that Mrs. Song is a good cook? Come, this pot will be distributed to you, Song Niangzi, you are in charge, and Zhou Niang, you will burn the fire. Move faster, we're going to have a big pot of food in a quarter of an hour, and we're going to be punished if we get out slowly. ”

It was a villager who looked like an overseer, he was born with big shoulders and a round waist, and although his face was kind and smiling, and his tone was very kind, he had a dark iron whip pinned to his waist!

It is not difficult to imagine the power of this iron whip when he executes the so-called "punishment".

Is this just getting out of the tiger's mouth and entering the wolf's den?

No, they've always been in the wolf's den, and they've never really been out of danger!

Song Ciwan didn't say a word, and he buried himself in work.

Aunt Zhou is also very diligent, she picked up the dry firewood next to her, and began to quickly burn the fire.

There was a special butcher chopping meat on the other side of the board, and Song Ciwan brought a lot of meat puree over to boil water and rub the meatballs.

In the process of cooking, she was hungry, and Aunt Zhou was also hungry, and the aroma of food hooked their stomachs.

Aunt Zhou couldn't help but ask Song Ciwan in a low voice: "Xiao Song, if the things on that table are eaten with white food, it is indeed uneatable." But aren't we working, if we are working...... Do you think you can change a bite to eat? ”

Song Ciwan also thought about this question, but she also had no answer.

If you understand it from the rules, Song Ciwan thinks that what Zhou Damiang envisioned should be right. But now the big question is, can they really eat all this food in the pot?

Now they are being pushed to escape from small crises, but it is not enough to really get out of this situation.

They need to do more, they need to find a way to really get rid of the weirdness!