Chapter 252: Gold and Silver Village 31

Wrong.

Of course it's not right.

Something is wrong with these villagers, something is wrong with the overly strong aroma of the fish, and they are tracking it and these villagers are just very kind to invite them in and "have a meal".

Obviously, these logical concepts are very clear in their minds, and the intuition cultivated over the years through countless copies seems to be constantly clamouring for danger and making them flee immediately.

But just one sentence made them feel as if they had lost their resistance, and they didn't have any desire to escape.

In a very short period of time, the balance was completely tilted in favor of one side or the other.

Think......

Eat fish.

The invitation made by Lao Li was simply something they couldn't refuse.

The schools of fish in the nets, shimmering in the moonlight, are like a mountain of gold that tempts the greedy for money, and they simply can't resist it.

Like children who heard the sound of the Magic Flute, they walked forward step by step, and also stepped out of the grass that gave them the last bit of shelter.

The three players appeared in front of the villagers without concealment.

The villagers seemed to have a little bit of confusion about the number of people who appeared.

They looked at the dense grass with a slight suspicion. Lao Li suddenly spoke, "Do you have any other companions?"

Slight silence.

Xiao Gao gritted her teeth, and a little fishy smell came out of her mouth, which made her sober up a little, and replied with the last reason, without involving Yuan Yuxue, "...... No. ”

The others, of course, did not contradict her, and seemed to support her words.

The villagers withdrew their gaze as if they had determined something.

Just looking at the players walking towards them step by step, there was a strange smile on the faces of the flat and waveless.

It's like a chiseled plaster, and it's so stiff that it outlines a smile on your face.

At least a "friendly" mood was expressed.

The strange perception that the players showed up but were not attacked seemed to make them feel a little more at ease, and the sense of rejection that they were shouting from the bottom of their hearts became more and more silent.

The eyes were unabashedly and directly fixed on the schools of fish that had been caught.

Following the guidance of the villagers, they sat around the shore with the men. Crowded around them were the strange villagers. And in front of them are transparent fish that flick their tails from time to time.

The pale pink "guts" that previously made players incomprehensible and even slightly disgusting with the accumulation of pieces of meat have become appetizing garnishes at this time.

They simply sat in a circle around the fish, and without putting anything on the ground, they sat directly on the slightly moist soil.

The suit, which has always been the most elaborate, also sat down without saying a word.

His neat black suit was pressed against the ground and stained with sticky dirt, but he seemed to be unaware of it, but his gaze was fixed on the piled fish, as if he was forcibly enduring some kind of desire.

This short-lived patience did not last long, for in the next moment, when everyone had sat down, Lao Li prostrated himself to the river again before he stood up and announced:

"Let's get started."

He said, "It was given to us by the gods, and He selflessly shared His sacrifices. ”

It is hard to imagine that in the mouth of a villager like Lao Li, who seems to be very simple, he would also say such a crepe and suggestive language full of faith and worship.

As his words fell, the villagers' mouths opened.

For the first time tonight, these villagers, who were always expressionless like dolls, spoke in unison, and as if they corresponded to what Lao Li said, their eyes were blazing and reverent, and they sounded full of emotion:

"This is a sacrifice shared with us by the gods!"

After everyone said this, their eyes suddenly turned to the players.

Suit they just now, of course, did not repeat these words.

The faces of the villagers still carried a stiff smile, but there was a dead air in their eyes, and they did not have any emotion, just looked at them directly.

When everyone stopped their movements and began to stare at a certain type of individual, the sense of repulsion and strangeness brought by it was obviously quite distinct.

So he finally took his eyes off the fish, and when he noticed that everyone else was staring at them with such strange eyes, he didn't feel the slightest fear.

He only paused slightly, and asked them as if confused:

"Is there anything we need to do?"

"Before you eat, thank the gods."

Lao Li really explained his doubts and replied very solemnly.

"Thank the gods for sharing His sacrifice with us. ”

So the eyes of the villagers immediately looked away, and only landed on the two people in suits.

Suit and Kodaka did not hesitate and repeated his words as well.

Such a cooperative attitude finally made those villagers look away from the strange eyes, and also indicated that the final funeral meal could begin.

Their staple food is quite obvious, and that is these fish that have just been caught from the river.

The players probably thought that it would be the same scene they had seen in front of Lao Li's house before, where the aunt would come forward and cook the fish into a pot of soup and distribute it to the rest of the villagers.

But what they are experiencing now is obviously different from what they imagined.

Not to mention the soup part, no one even stepped forward to distribute those fish.

The villagers leaned over slightly, stretched out their hands and grabbed one of the fish caught in the net.

The fish, which seemed to be dead, finally gave some active reactions when they were touched.

They began to bounce violently in the hands of the villagers, but they were still firmly held in the tiger's mouth.

Immediately afterwards, a villager took it directly and bit into the transparent fish.

Fish that have not been boiled before it should be very difficult to chew, but the fish at this time seems to melt in your mouth.

Just as their teeth pierced into the flesh of the fish, a hole was quickly opened, and warm blood flowed down from the hole—and it couldn't stop flowing more and more.

The blood stained the villagers' teeth, and began to stick quickly to the palms of their hands, as if they had turned into a slimy gelatinous object, and after being melted by the heat of the palms, it slid down the forearms and hit the clothes that had been swallowed by the river before, blurring a large area of water stains.

The total amount of blood that flowed out of it almost seemed to exceed the weight of a fish, but it continued to flow, and soon wet half of their bodies, making the villagers feel as if they were soaked in a pool of blood.

The flesh of the fish seemed to have some toughness, but it was torn off with its teeth fairly quickly.

The villagers had large pieces of fish in their mouths and began to chew frantically, but their eyes were still fixed on the fish in front of them—as if they had already thought about how to enjoy the next fish.

The sound of chewing the fish, the sound of the fish being freshly torn apart, and the constant flow of the rich smell of blood, as if it could not be concealed, have been thoroughly infused into the entire space.

Even if the wind was blowing, it didn't blow away the smell of the place at all.

Those fishy smells can't be avoided and break into the players' olfactory organs.

On the one hand, they should have been very disgusted.

The scene of drinking blood and directly biting a fish to death is a bit too unsophisticated to disgust no matter how you look at it.

But on the other hand, it was as if their blood was beginning to boil, and their mouths were constantly secreting liquid, and they were so stimulated by that rich "aroma" that they could hardly resist, and their excited fingers were trembling...... They stepped forward and caught a fish.

The fish landed in the palm of the hand, and kept flapping its tail, but it could not jump out of the clamps of one hand.

Strangely, the touch they felt was not the cold body of the fish and the scales that should still have a little moisture, but a very gentle touch, slightly protruding.

It's like a hand pressing, like human skin.

Chapter 253: Gold and Silver Village 32

This weird, sticky touch, which was completely different from what they had seen, reconstructed their minds that were on the verge of collapse.

Probably because of the bad preoccupation in the bottom of my heart, the suit had already caught a fish and brought it to its mouth, but the action suddenly stopped. He frowned and looked at the fish in his hand, with a slight hint of dislike in his tone.

"Just eat like that? Wouldn't it be too rough. Or eat it after it's cooked? ”

Lao Li, who was sitting across from him, raised his head slightly sluggishly.

He was still holding a transparent fish in his hand, and his teeth seemed to be stuck in a scarlet fish, and blood flowed from between his teeth to his body, and he looked unusually hairy and drinking blood, so that it formed a strange contrast with his dazed expression at this time.

Soon, more emotions appeared in his eyes, as if accusing the suit: "What's the matter with you?" Why is it so hypocritical at such a time?

The suit had already hung its hands on the side of his trousers, and the fish was bouncing vividly in his palm, as if it could break free from his restraints and escape again into the school of fish at any moment.

And the suit frowned fiercely, and did not seem to regain consciousness. His gaze at the fish was still full of some kind of strong desire and desire, but it seemed to be heartfelt, out of physiological rejection, and it was madly pulling with these desires.

Even when he saw the other players put the fish to their mouths, he made a rather yin and yang strange movement, which meant a distinct "tsk".

Xiao Gao, who was already about to take a mouth, was about to touch the writhing fish scales with his teeth, because he heard the yin and yang weird "tsk" sound of the suit, and paused slightly, and his movements stiffened at hand.

She looked over with some annoyance—

Because of her big reaction, the fish in Ah Chuang's hand sitting next to it was also touched. It slid and bounced off the ground, and the fishtail crackled and slapped against the floor.

The suit didn't seem to notice the impact he had on other people, and the hunger and thirst in his eyes became more and more obvious, but the disgust from his heart seemed to have surpassed his moral restraint, and he could even resist his instincts, frowning and shaking his head, "This is too unsophisticated, just chase the fish and gnaw it, you won't get sick." ”

Villagers: "......"

"What do you mean?" Xiao Gao glared at him coldly, with a wisp of unbearable violence in his eyes, "You don't eat it yourself, don't affect others." ”

"Who have I influenced? - If you are not afraid of getting sick, just continue. The suit seemed to be provoked, he showed an offended look, looked particularly indebted, and deliberately made a disgusting voice: "Wow." ”

The river bank was very silent, and only the sound of their bickering could be heard, and the childish quarrel had dispelled the strange atmosphere a lot. So much so that the originally solemn and bloody eating scene began to become inexplicably funny.

Ah Window seemed to be frozen, he raised his head a little dazedly, looked at Xiao Gao on the left, and looked at the suit even more confused, "Don't you quarrel......"

Lao Li also seemed to be confused by their sudden conflict, and reluctantly endured that he didn't suck the blood of the fish, but just put the fish in his hand, agreeing with Ah Chuang's words: "Yes, don't quarrel......"

Seeing that the two of them were about to do it again, Ah Window said again: "If you want to quarrel, go out and quarrel!" ”

The suit suddenly rose to his feet, he was extremely tall, and when he stood up, he looked very oppressed.

He grabbed Xiao Gao by the collar, lowered his head extremely fiercely, his brown pupils were full of provocation, staring directly at Xiao Gao, and because of his rough movements, he even made the person in front of him stumble slightly.