"Brother Shan... I didn't wipe it clean!" Li Dazhu cried and held up his trousers, watching the houses in the village burst into flames and the villagers being massacred, he almost burst into tears.
"I'm almost dead and still thinking about Laxiang."
"What... is Xiang?" Li Dazhu seemed to understand.
Wang Hao suddenly didn't know how to explain it.
The word "xiang" is actually an Internet term, and it did not mean defecation in ancient times.
He quickly changed the subject: "Let me ask you, what is the identity of the elder? Who is he? Where does he come from?"
He beat up a cavalryman and rode the tall horse he had grabbed, running wildly through the village.
Li Dazhu grabbed his cousin's waist tightly: "The elder... is a deserter that my grandfather picked up from outside decades ago."
"He held a big red ginseng tree and said that eating it would prolong life. Then the villagers ate it among themselves...I was not born yet..."
Li Dazhu seemed to have thought of something and widened his eyes: "What are those officers and soldiers doing here? The red ginseng has been eaten and there is no more."
Red ginseng?!
Wang Hao was immediately startled when he heard this term. The clues were indeed connected and the plot became interesting.
“Can it really extend your life?!”
"Of course, so most of us in Lijia Village live long lives. My grandfather lived for more than a hundred years... but it was a bit scary when he was buried."
"What horror..."
Li Dazhu was trembling and his body was shaking: "I saw something like a ginseng tentacle coming out of the coffin...Then the whole coffin was burned and red smoke came out."
Wang Hao swallowed. Burial burial should have been popular among ancient people, but most people in Lijia Village were cremated after death.
Then he asked: "Elder...how old is he?"
"I don't know, maybe he's over a hundred years old? I'm not sure. I heard that when my grandfather picked him up, he already looked like he was neither a human nor a ghost."
"Is there any ginseng left?"
"No more. I wasn't born at that time, so I didn't get any of it, but I heard that future generations can enjoy the effects of ginseng."
Hearing this, Wang Hao frowned. He felt a little confused: in the novice scene, using blood ginseng seemed to have to pay a certain price. Li Qingshan would rather sacrifice himself than completely destroy it.
Li Qingshan also has a "ginseng bloodline". When he saw this term, he wanted to complain.
But in the current scenario, it seems that eating blood ginseng can prolong life?
Isn't this a very good baby...
Aren't the two the same thing?
I really can't figure it out.
The company fended off several groups of pursuers, and after being bruised and bruised, they arrived near a large river. The river was turbulent, and the deepest part was probably more than two meters. It was barely feasible to cross the river by force with the help of the tall horses they had snatched.
"Let's go, let's cross the river."
"What about the others?"
"I can't worry about so much, it's more important to escape..."
Halfway through the river crossing, the game sent a prompt: [Mission Completed: Save Li Qingshan’s ancestor Li Dazhu and escape the fate of high probability of death. 】
[The current game completion level is 39%. Do you want to continue the game? The current game time that can be continued is 1 hour, 22 minutes and 14 seconds.]
Is this a success?
Wang Hao's heart moved. It seemed that this game scene was not too complicated.
But the completion rate of 39% is really unsightly.
There are definitely plenty of hidden clues that have yet to be discovered.
Although Wang Hao is not a fan of perfect achievements, his completion level of less than half does not meet the requirements of hardcore players.
He clicked "Yes".
The game continues!
Li Dazhu was in a very low mood. He was crying when he was crossing the river. The village was gone, his home was burned down, and he didn't know how many relatives could survive...
Where does the future go?
This era was an era with a strong clan atmosphere. In order to compete for water and land, it was instinct for clans to stick together for warmth. Without the power of the clan, a person is nothing.
His parents died young and he grew up eating the food of the village.
These relatives could not be said to be kind to him, but they did not let him starve to death. He also learned a few Chinese characters in a private school in the village.
However, now there is nothing left, everything has to rely on oneself, to be a disaster victim, to have enough food and clothing is the biggest pursuit in life.
When I think about it like this, I can't help but feel a sense of confusion, sadness and anger brewing in my heart.
Li Dazhu didn't know what to do at all.
Fortunately, there is still a cousin alive in front of me, who can give me some comfort...
Wang Hao has been thinking about what clues he missed, resulting in a completion rate of only 39%.
The two of them quietly watched the village's flames burn from the other side of the river.
Wang Hao suddenly felt that modern life was hard-won. In the era of war and chaos, people were always silent about life and death. Being alive was already a good thing.
Even though he knew it was just a game, he still wanted to comfort the young man next to him.
It was dawn, the sky was white, and there was mist.
The game time is only half an hour.
He finally made up his mind: "Li Dazhu, let's... go back to the village and have a look?"
"good!"
Crossing the river and returning to Lijia Village, there are ruins of burned-out walls everywhere.
Houses collapsed one after another, and the former Lijia Village became a deserted village. Or maybe, after a while, refugees discovered this place and lived there again.
Walking forward cautiously along the smell of blood, Wang Hao's eyes widened: Corpses... all of them were corpses, piled densely at the entrance of the village!
"Uncle Li, Brother Xiaoliu... are dead, they are all dead!"
Li Dazhu, who was following behind, was shaking and crying in pain.
The condition of these corpses was obviously not normal. They seemed to have been drained of their essence and blood. Their faces were withered, their muscles were shriveled, and they had turned into zombies.
"Did...that elder do it?" Wang Hao thought thoughtfully.
In addition, we also saw the corpses of a large number of bandits, but there was no sign that these bandits had been drained of their essence and blood, which was quite strange.
If the elder sucked blood, why wasn't the blood from these people sucked away?
We couldn't even find many wounds on their bodies, as if they had died for no reason...
Something seems to have happened here...
Just when I wanted to continue the investigation, a line of text popped up in front of my eyes, and the scene turned dark: [The game duration is over.]
[The main mission has been completed: save Li Qingshan’s ancestor ‘Li Dazhu’ and free him from the fate of high probability of death. 】
[The current game completion level is: 56%]
[Rating: 1090 (500 for saving Li Dazhu) (560 for game completion)]
[Whether you upload this result will be used as the final evaluation of this scenario. (Note: The final evaluation can only settle the reward once.)]
"Why did the completion rate suddenly rise to 56%? I remember it was 39% before..."
A surge of 17 percentage points.
When you finally returned to the village, did your completion level increase?
