Excessive ferocity due to caution

The village is strange.

If a normal person came here and saw the villagers for the first time, they would definitely turn around and run away!

These villagers looked extremely strange.

Their internal organs are located outside their bodies.

It had no arms or legs, and its body was covered with wriggling tentacles.

Every villager exuded an aura that sent chills down your spine.

It's not just close to being a major disaster, but it's very close!

However, the information provided to Zhao Yi by Evil Eye indicated that these villagers were neutral entities and had no ill intentions towards outsiders.

Along the roadside, where wild grasses bloom, a villager wanders aimlessly.

The words "thinking" were written on its forehead.

The viewers in Zhao Yi's live stream suddenly felt as if they were in an online game.

Nan Jia placed one hand in front of Zhao Yi, indicating that she would go and ask him.

He approached the villager, bowed, and smiled:

"May I ask, sir, how can one reach the sacred tower in the north?"

After being disturbed, the words "thinking" above the villager's head suddenly burst like bubbles.

It stared blankly at the three of them, scratching its head with one of its tentacles.

"What do you mean?"

The villagers' pronunciation and enunciation were very strange.

Nan Jia took a while to process what the other person was saying, but still couldn't understand what they were saying.

So he asked the same question again.

The villagers were completely bewildered:

"Do you understand or not?"

Nan Jia fell silent.

Just like the villagers he had met before.

They're both strange, and they're both difficult to communicate with.

At this moment, Zhao Yi behind him suddenly spoke up:

"? How could the Tower God Fang Bei have gone there? Is it him who is thinking of him?"

The villagers suddenly realized!

It explained it to Zhao Yi.

The gist of it is that the village is sealed off and you can't get out. The vehicles outside are of unknown origin. You need a ticket to Liucheng to take the correct vehicle and enter Liucheng.

After entering Liucheng, you can try to find out how to get to the Northern Divine Tower.

You can ask the village chief for the train ticket.

That's all it knows.

At this point, it was no longer Nan Jia who was bewildered.

Instead, it became all the viewers in the live stream and Su Qingyao.

hateful……

How on earth did Zhao Yi manage to communicate so seamlessly with that villager, you bastard?!

Did you also learn that kind of bird language that you couldn't understand at all?

That's blatant cheating!

...

No wonder they made a fuss.

This villager's words are not just contradictory in their written content.

What truly affects hearing is its pronunciation.

It's like a song played in reverse.

Ordinary people simply cannot tell what it is singing.

But Zhao Yi could not only understand it, he could also comprehend it.

It can even reply fluently.

"Benefactor Zhao, what...did it say to you?"

Nan Jia scratched his bald head.

Zhao Yi explained it to Nan Jia.

Nan Jia suddenly realized, and her gaze towards Zhao Yi held a newfound admiration:

"Benefactor Zhao is truly insightful; no wonder Master Kumei has always praised you highly."

Zhao Yi said in surprise:

"Master Kumei even praised me?"

Nanga's hands are clasped together, and her face is filled with a peaceful smile.

"Before leaving, Master Kumei specifically asked to see me, saying that my destined person... is an extremely treacherous and cunning fellow, and that I should not fall for his big trick!"

Zhao Yi: "..."

Su Qingyao, who was standing to the side, laughed out loud, but then immediately suppressed it.

Following the villagers' instructions, the three found the village chief in a cemetery.

He was squatting in front of a grave.

Eat and drink excessively.

"Village chief, why are you stealing the offerings?"

Zhao Yi stepped forward to inquire.

The white-bearded old man turned around, glared, and said:

What does it mean to steal offerings?

"This is my grave!"

"How can eating the offerings from my own grave be considered stealing?"

Zhao Yi waved his hand and said:

"I misspoke."

"We would like to buy something from you, Village Chief."

The village chief ate a whole pig's head in one bite:

"What should I buy?"

Zhao Yi:

"A train ticket to Liucheng."

Upon hearing this, the village chief's face turned sorrowful.

"You're actually going to that place..."

"Back in the day, a few villagers asked me for train tickets because they wanted to go to Liucheng to do business, but..."

Nanjia asked with concern:

"Are they dead?"

village head:

"It would have been better if they were dead...they'd be rich."

"Oh shit!"

"While the villagers are out there indulging in a life of luxury, I, the village chief, am stuck in the cemetery eating offerings every day!"

Nan Jia rolled her eyes upon hearing this.

After the village chief finished speaking, his expression became more serious, and he continued:

"But to be honest, it's not safe to stay in the city."

Of the five villagers who went there before, only one is still alive.

Nan Jia hurriedly said:

"Who's still alive?"

The village chief lowered his head and said sadly:

"My son."

"He studies at the Cursed Academy."

"He called me a while ago, saying he was about to collapse at the Cursed Academy. The exams there were too dangerous, and he could die at any moment. He hoped I would come and take him back to the village as soon as possible."

"I'm really torn!"

Nanga:

"What are you still hesitating about? Saving lives is the most important thing!"

village head:

"I'm torn... should I have noodles with soybean paste tonight, or continue eating the offerings?"

Nanga:

"..."

Zhao Yi, standing to the side, glanced at Nan Jia's expression and a meaningful look flashed in his eyes.

Is the illness about to flare up?

As expected, after a few seconds of silence, Nan Jia said earnestly to the village chief:

"That's your son!"

"He is in danger now, how can you abandon him?"

The village chief stared at him in astonishment:

"son?"

"What son?"

Nan Jia leaned back slightly.

"The one who studied at the Cursed Academy."

The village chief slapped his forehead:

"Oh! Yes, yes, son!"

"Look at my memory, I'm so forgetful!"

"The noodles with soybean paste are indeed a bit dry, but I've been eating this offering for days, and I'm about to throw up..."

The village chief started muttering to himself, and Nan Jia suddenly felt her breath catch in her throat.

Damn old geezer.

So you no longer care about your son's life or death?

"Village chief, if you're willing to give us two tickets to stay in the city, we can help you rescue your son..."

Seeing that Nan Jia was eager to try, Zhao knew that even if he didn't say it, Nan Jia would.

Snapped!

The village chief pulled out two tattered train tickets from somewhere and stuffed them into the two people's hands.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, he said:

"My son's safety depends entirely on you two!"

Hands clasped together at Namjagbar:

"Helping those in need is simply what we should do."

After seeing the two off into the car and watching them drive away, the village chief returned to the village.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly slapped his forehead:

"broken!"

"I forgot again!"

"Where the hell did I get a son?"

"That was clearly a dream... Oh no, oh no, oh no!"

"The Cursed Academy is so terrifying, if they go in... wouldn't that mean..."

The village chief's face turned ashen.

...

P.S.: I chose a more normal line; the previous line... was too weird.

That's all for now, I'm going to go write the rest.