"Do you want to go to the other side of the wall?" Wang Hao's heart was beating wildly.
There was a deformed old man with three hands sleeping near the gate.
It was huge, maybe three meters tall, its clothes were in tatters, there were a lot of pustules on its forehead, and it was unknown how long it had lived.
The deformed old man seemed to have retained a small amount of rationality. Looking at these people in the team, he woke up from his sleep.
He laughed loudly and said: "Where did you catch this poor baby again? Oh, how pitiful, what a sinner, you caught such a small baby!"
"How are you people in Taoyuan Village different from us? How vicious you are!"
The large army ignored it and walked directly towards the door.
With paper figures flying all over the sky and so many residents of Taoyuan Village, the deformed old man did not dare to attack directly.
As if he was nervous, he followed the team and muttered: "You people in Taoyuan Village, do you think you are superior to others? You are just lingering here, you just came here a place earlier than us... What happened?
What's going on?"
"You still want to keep the secret of the well to yourself, you deserve to die!"
"You want us to die to get benefits, what's going on?"
"What's going on...are there conflicts between the two parties?" Wang Hao was thoughtful.
But there was no conflict between the two sides, not because of the abnormal strength of the old man, but because of the existence of [it].
When there is no way to kill instantly, having rationality is equivalent to deterrence.
Once you talk about [it], [it] will actually appear.
No one wants to face [it].
Therefore, intelligent and talking creatures constitute a reciprocal deterrent.
Of course, Wang Hao can't.
Because anyone with superpowers can kill him instantly without being able to utter a single word.
The group of people finally walked into the gate.
Suddenly, the whole world changed.
It's hard to describe what this change is. It's like going from a world that's barely alive to a world that's completely dead.
A kind of dead silence, silence and dead silence. Even the original residents in the village were trembling slightly. It took a lot of courage to approach this place rashly.
Wang Hao's eyes widened and he saw it.
Not far away, about one kilometer ahead, there is a red ocean.
This ocean is transparent in the distance; but close to the coastline, it is red, more vivid than the color of blood, and even the sky is dyed red.
"Hmm... Is it similar to the sky in "Gluttony Paradise"?"
"Could this be the body of the Blood Demon? It's too big. How can it be contained in an ocean?"
Wang Hao was sitting on the sedan chair, being carried, and felt good, enjoying the increasingly bizarre plot.
There are more and more doubts.
"Could it be that there are world-class wonders in this ghost place? Otherwise, how could I stop the blood demon from rising?"
If he hadn't been unable to move at all, he would have even wanted to sing "Ode to Joy" in the game!
Not easy!
It’s really not easy!
It's not easy to find an entry point and get involved in this in-depth plot.
Recalling the A4 sheets he had written, which were thousands of words in total, Lao Wang felt the urge to burst into tears!
Playing a game is too exciting.
"I haven't cleared the level yet, don't be anxious, don't be anxious."
This ocean has no waves and is completely silent.
The closer you get to the ocean, the sanity begins to drop crazily, and dense figures of people flash in your field of vision. They either scream or show weird smiles, and one by one stretches out their pale and feeble hands towards the king who is sitting on the sedan chair.
Hao caught him.
The crowd standing on one side was well prepared and lit torches.
Thick white smoke rises from the torch, bringing with it a refreshing breath.
With the renewed improvement of rationality, these strange hallucinations were quickly dispelled.
On the beach along the coastline, there is a row of crooked trees. Many paper figures of different shapes are hung on the trees. Wind chimes are tinkling, and some paper figures are dyed bright red.
"What kind of weird custom is this?" Wang Hao was puzzled. "Is this how the lady in red was created?"
The members of the expedition team, whose bodies were out of control, went from a state of panic at the beginning to numbness and resignation. The scenes in front of them completely exceeded their cognition.
What is that red sea?
Is this... is this weird? Can weirdness be achieved to this extent?
For "Gregory" of the Rosicrucians, a mysterious and despairing term kept flashing in his mind - the devil.
Only supernatural phenomena brought about by demons can be like this.
They actually want to intervene in the realm anchored by the devil and obtain the fountain of youth?
These crazy original residents are actually puppets controlled by the devil!
Regret, helplessness, chagrin, despair, all kinds of emotions are sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and mixed, and finally I choose to let my mind go, think nothing, and do nothing.
Just wait for death.
On the edge of the red ocean, there is a magnificent temple.
This temple is very large, at least three hundred square meters, with carved railings and jade inlays, and exquisite images carved on the inner walls. It is not comparable to the shabby "Ganlu Temple" outside.
However, there are no Buddha statues in the temple, only a simple well located in the center of the temple.
The famous well, here it comes!
There is a crooked tree next to the ancient well. Its branches extend like the knots of blood vessels in the human body, blocking the surface of the well.
As the crowd arrived, these creaks began to twist and turn, and a human head appeared faintly from the tree trunks, struggling and roaring at them.
"Do you want it to be so scary? What is this tree?"
Wang Hao could clearly feel that the power level of this tree was higher than ordinary weird ones, and he didn't know what role it played.
There are also some sacrificial ritual vessels placed here.
I once tried to hold a grand sacrificial ceremony, but it was not successful because the two main "gifts" ran away.
"The time has passed. Let's start quickly." The paper man floating in the air said, "Save it from getting angry."
"Grandma" nodded, and controlled Wang Hao to get off the sedan and walk to the edge of the ancient well.
The twisted trees swayed, but were restrained by some mysterious force.
The tree didn't seem to want him to get close to the well.
Wang Hao took the opportunity to observe the exquisite murals in the temple. He was not afraid of death, he just wanted to collect as much information as possible before death.
The first mural depicts the scene when the ancestors of Taoyuan Village discovered this mysterious world. At that time, the well already existed, and so did the ocean outside, but the ocean was not red, but blue.
The second mural depicts the ancestors of Taoyuan Village starting to make paper figures.
They seem to want to become truly immortal by abandoning their bodies and leaving only their souls.
In the third mural, they put paper figures into the sea outside, believing that doing so would lead to the true paradise.
The fourth mural shows some weird people coming from outside the paradise.
These weirdos are very powerful, but their goal is to enter this sea. It is in this image that the sea is dyed red.
From the corner of my eye, I could only see these four murals, and more things were blocked.
Wang Hao looked confused and frowned.
These murals are very exquisite, contain a lot of information, are not abstract at all, are colorful, and can be easily understood.
But how can he prevent the "Blood Demon" from rising from the etheric abyss?
These mysterious murals do not tell the answer to the question...
There are enemies on all sides and there is no justice.
They are really all enemies. This new reincarnation can prove that the original residents of Arcadia are not good people, but are all crazy.
The only justice is Comrade Li Xianfeng, the black-clad guard who has been dead for a hundred years.
Before he had time to think too much, Wang Hao had already reached the well. The strange tree wanted to stop him, but he was stopped by the people from Taoyuan Village.
He began to try to fish out the well water - of course he couldn't move on his own, but his grandma used some kind of ability to control him to forcefully fish out the well water.
The tree beside the well started to move again, and a thick darkness emanated from the tree trunk and the position of the head. In just a moment, the child's skin seemed to have aged eighty years.
In order to salvage the water from this well,
The child spends his whole life.
A prompt popped up in front of me: [You are dead. Reason: Died due to physical aging. 】
"Gah?" Wang Hao exclaimed, "After doing this for a long time, this...he died? The villagers just asked me to salvage well water?"
Maybe it's because this reincarnation detects more information, or maybe it's because this script is a bit difficult. The game system is very merciful, and the screen doesn't dim directly.
Wang Hao watched it from a god's perspective for a while.
After salvaging the well water, the game character jumped directly into the well.
The salvaged well water seemed to be quite precious. The original residents of Xanadu Village discussed it for a long time and first poured half of it onto the trees beside the well.
In just an instant, the trees also withered a lot.
Then he placed the eight members of the expedition team on a wooden board and covered them with several large white paper figures.
These people were fed well water and some strange things.
In just a moment, these people lost all signs of life, but the paper figures on them became vivid.
The villagers hung these living paper figures on the magical trees by the sea.
The picture is completely dim.
This cycle of reincarnation ends here.
A more in-depth plot and inexplicable customs.
The expedition team continues to be completely wiped out.
There is no way to clear the level at all.
Wang Hao scratched his scalp and looked at the time. It was already two o'clock in the morning.
"It's not bad, it's not like there's no progress."
