"You young man is from a big city, and you don't understand the difficulties of our small place!" The old village chief coughed twice and said in a tone full of vicissitudes:

"It's convenient for phone calls, but how much does it cost to install one? Look at our area, there are not many people around. I'll take a telephone line to eat in the village for a few years! Besides, what's the use of a telephone? We all lived here for so long, and we didn't have any relatives and friends outside, so who do we call?"

"Uh, I was abrupt." Feng Xue nodded and admitted her mistake. The old village chief immediately showed a satisfied look on his face and said:

"That's right. It's not that you have to have something good. If you force yourself to get something that you can't use, what else can you do besides wasting money? We, the remote countryside, don't need that kind of thing to pretend to be face. It's good to have a good meal..."

This old man didn't look like the head of the Mili family at all. Instead, he gave Feng Xue the feeling of an old man from the Hua family. As he pulled, he began to recall the bitterness and depression of the past and told how difficult it was to establish this village.

Feng Xue did not interrupt him, but listened quietly to the old man's story and interjected a few words as a supporting role in time so that he would not feel that he was chatting awkwardly. At the same time, he was also analyzing the real era in which the old man should live in from that piece of words.

Through language 100, he could easily find some slang words with the characteristics of the times and turn them into evidence. He is now sure that the old village chief's life was definitely not modern. If it was only 100 or 20 years, it might be that the old man had not been used to modern life. However, the details he revealed all show that the era when the old man really lived was at least a hundred years ago, or even earlier.

Don't think that such a conclusion is useless. At least, it is enough to prove that the old man is not the Dunwich person in reality.

Or, in reality, Dunwich was not pretended to be a group of living dead people.

After all, even if Dunwich is remote, it is still communicating with reality. It is impossible to understand any modern vocabulary. And the reason why Feng Xue is most certain that they are a group of ancient people is that they don’t even know the tax rate!

joke!

At Mili's house, no matter how remote you are, you will never evade taxes and death.

But this ghost place has neither death nor taxes. Do you dare to say that you are Mili's family?

In other words, there is probably no problem with Dunwich in reality, but it just happened to be unlucky and was built in a place similar to Dunwich.

However, this is not a good thing for Feng Xue.

After all, if the villagers in this village pretend to be real Dunwich people on weekdays and only reveal their true colors because of what they trigger, it means that they have a way to switch in two modes: disguise and exposure. As long as they master this method, they can return to the real world.

But now, this method probably does not exist. If you want to leave, you may have to directly penetrate the village.

"Hu..." He let out a long breath, Feng Xue still recorded the old village chief's words seriously in the notebook, but she only hoped that Huaying could find something.

A guy with a retrospective nature is very difficult to deal with even a mortal, not to mention that there is a certain extraordinary power holder as a backhand, so it is definitely not a good thing to start fighting directly.

The core of the faith of Lord Chuan is running rapidly, but the concentration of the village is far inferior to the outside world, and it is simply a desert of superpowers. If it weren't for the elite Bai Ze and Feng Xue, the refining and transforming gods, had reached an internal cycle, I would probably have only been stronger than ordinary people when using spells a few times.

However, in this space where there is no food or clothing, and even no water, the magic power and true energy that can be created by the internal circulation are also limited.

After asking a few more questions, Feng Xue bid farewell to the old village chief and followed the river water introduced into the village and walked towards the main trunk of the river.

Hanguang, who hadn't spoken much, finally spoke again after leaving the old village chief for more than 200 meters:

"That village chief seems to be an ancient man."

"I'm an ancient person, too..." Feng Xue complained in her heart, relieved her nervousness, and then replied:

"Everyone in this village is ancient people. I suspect now that they are probably the souls of the people who died in this village in the earthquake more than a hundred years ago. Although they cannot completely detect the breath of their souls, I think this is probably because their souls are bound to somewhere."

"Binding..." Han Guang narrowed his eyes and thought quietly, but Feng Xue had already seen Ling Yi and Huaying standing by the river, staring at the river.

"How is it?" Feng Xue took a few steps forward and asked without any concealment. Huaying shook her head, but Zero Yi said exaggeratedly:

"I'll tell you, how can there be gold in such a place?"

"This is not sure, this is San Francisco! Legend has it that there are gold mines everywhere in this place. Even if the large mines are mined completely, it is impossible to be left without any left, right? Even if you catch a few gold sand, you will make a profit, right?" Feng Xue smiled and took a few steps forward, and at the same time connected the spiritual communication with Huaying. Huaying felt his spiritual signal and immediately said:

"I have checked it, and there are no traces of gold, including the mud under the riverbed. I used metal exploration techniques, which are absolutely accurate."

"Sure enough..." Feng Xue's expression became increasingly uglier. If there was a gold mine here, there was still some reason for the existence of dog-headed gold, but there was not a grain of gold in this river flowing out of the valley. Where did those dog-headed gold come from?

If this village has been disguised as an ordinary Dunwich man and has spent more than a hundred years to collect so much gold on the outside world, it is also a thing of the past (provided that the value of gold on the gold is ignored), but since this is a closed environment, the source of gold on the gold is worthy of fun.

Dog head gold, cross...

Two churches, people in the cage...

A thin but retrospective person...

Vegetables shining with strange luster, and white light...

Feng Xue's mind was connected to the line segments, slowly forming a complex network, but at the core of this network, something seemed to be missing.

“Rites, rituals, rituals…”

Feng Xue silently muttered these two words, raised her head and looked at the mountain buns not far away. A large number of clues gathered in his mind, and the sound of dice also rang out at the right time-

"Bolu..."
Chapter completed!