Jing He wanted to lift the other person's chin to take a closer look, but he saw the man's tears and snot flowing down, some mixed together, hanging on his chin drop by drop, turbid, dirty, and about to fall.<
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"Hey..." Jing He backed away repeatedly, disgusted, "How many years have you not washed your face? It's so dirty!"
The villager had a rag stuffed in his mouth and was completely unable to reply.
The rags that have not been washed all year round are soaked with saliva and emit a stench that is worse than that of a dry toilet.
The man retched, but couldn't spit out the rag.
Yun Tuan felt nauseated for a while, but looking at the other party's powerful hands and the ferocious face, he felt that this was too light.
According to the main storyline of the dungeon, there are no breeding farms and slaughterhouses in this village. This murderous aura is developed from innocent people.
However, every villager leaning against this wall is like this.
She should have written more thunder just now to kill these guys.
Compensation with life is not enough. To be fair, the victim must repeatedly experience the experiences he endured before his death.
"It's probably the custom of this village not to wash your face or take a shower." She pursed her lips and chuckled.
A literal stench.
"That's really unhygienic." Jing Yu wiped the dagger and echoed.
Yun Tuan tilted his head, his eyes sly, "I'm afraid you will stink in the next few days."
Jing Yu recalled the water situation along the way, shook his head and sighed, "In these extraordinary times, we can only endure it."
Jing He's reaction was bigger. He took half a step back and pointed at the cloud, "Okay, then you are a biochemical weapon that has not bathed for decades!"
Yun Tuan curled his lips, "That's different. I don't have a metabolism anymore. I don't know what those guys did. It didn't rot or get maggots or anything like that."
Jing Yu stared at the clouds for a few seconds, then looked away, "Rest first and wait for dawn."
"Yeah, I'll squint for a while, Xiaoyunduan, you shouldn't need to sleep, right? Thank you for keeping an eye on these people!" Jinghe said, putting the stick in his hand in the corner, lying on the old bamboo mat, his head
I fell asleep as soon as I tilted.
Yun Tuan hesitated, feeling that the man had fainted and wanted to try pinching him.
Finally she held it back and stared at the row of "zongzi" opposite. The villager who had been threatened by Jing He was still crying and burping from time to time.
That rag...the cloud looks away, that's definitely mental harm.
On the first day, tourists will be tired from traveling, and the tour guide will not arrange too many sightseeing tasks.
On this first night, the players were all in a wait-and-see mode, very quiet.
According to the villagers... they probably weren't here to catch anyone. They were probably setting a trap and were caught by Jing Yu and the others.
She thought wildly for a while, and then it was daybreak.
The first ray of sunlight in the morning shines in through the broken wooden window, forming beams of light in the small house. Silent dust flies around and falls on the young man's hair, tip of nose and corner of mandible.
Yun Tuan frowned slightly, feeling that his joints were gradually "reviving", and there was a strange surge of energy under the stiff skin.
She seems to slowly turn back into a human during the day.
The "Zongzi" on the opposite side also gradually woke up, and some started to curse as soon as they opened their eyes, but when their eyes touched the clouds, they all fell silent again, and their arrogant and disdainful expressions gradually turned into horror.
Yun Tuan tilted his head slightly and smiled at the opposite side.
"Ah!!!"
Someone didn't hold back and screamed directly.
Jing He frowned, but before he even opened his eyes, he was already sitting up.
He clicked his tongue irritably, and then looked at the source of the noise with murderous eyes.
His expression was ruthless, like an evil ghost crawling out of the ground.
After repeated frights, the villagers who had poor mental endurance fainted again. The remaining few were also trembling and leaning on each other.