An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

"What is this nonsense."

Hearing the resentful words of the young man, the village chief frowned: "Don't worry, the things you promised will never change. I'll cover your food and lodging when I say it will. And I've seen you in the village these two days." Wandering around here, no one will stop you? People in our village will even take the initiative to show you the way."

"Hey! I paid to lead the way. Don't change your mind. It's fifty per person per day. If you are going to a difficult place, I will add a little more as appropriate."

The young man waved his hand: "On average, it's seventy or eighty yuan. It's not much money outside, but it's a lot for people in the village, right? So, this is a simple transaction for us."

"Hey, don't tell me these convoluted things. Let's just open the skylight and tell the truth. Can I continue to shoot? If I can, I'd like to trouble you to get out of the way. No. If so, then I'm sorry, please return the money to me, and I will delete all the photos and videos in front of you. How about we break up peacefully?"

That's right.

This thing is a transaction from start to finish.

When people wanted to photograph the scenery of their village, they first asked for advice and paid the money, and finally the two parties signed a contract.

Various terms are clearly written in the contract. The most important thing is that except for some pre-demarcated areas, the other party is allowed to take pictures. If the villagers or even him blocks it, the contract will be cancelled.

At that time, they will have to pay back double the amount of money the young people have spent in the village these days!

It is naturally impossible for the village chief to let the contract be abandoned.

You know, their village is surrounded by mountains. Due to geographical restrictions, every household living in the village may work hard all year round, but only get tens of thousands of dollars in their hands!

That's all it takes is a young man in the family.

It would be even more difficult if the family's children go out to work and only the old man, old woman and children are left.

Although three thousand yuan doesn't seem like much from the outside, it may be enough for a few people to eat for a day.

But I can buy a bag of rice and a barrel of oil for each family, which is enough to last for several months.

Moreover, this money had turned into rice and cooking oil a few days ago. Even if he wanted to return the money now, he did not have the ability, let alone double the compensation.

Moreover, he had no intention of breaking the contract.

Maybe his actions just now misunderstood the other party?

After pondering and reorganizing the words in his mind, the village chief spoke again: "Xiao Li, don't you think this is a misunderstanding? All the people in our village are honest people, how could I do such a self-destructive thing?" .”

"Don't worry, no one in the village, including me, will stop you from shooting!" At this point, the village chief raised his hand, pinched his fingers to make an OK gesture, and said cautiously: "Just a little advice."

"That's it, Xiao Li, can you please adjust the sound of the camera, and stop flashing the flash all the time. Although I don't pay attention to these things in recent years, after all, they are in front of the temple and are enshrined inside. I’m not a good-tempered master, so there’s no need to step on taboo things, don’t you think?”

Not only do they have bad tempers, these people in the temple are inherently vicious and treacherous.

Wuyang Temple, as its name suggests, is dedicated to the Five Gods.

Wuyang God is also called Wulang God or Wutong God.

It is a general name for monsters and lonely souls in the Wuthering Mountains who like to have sex with women and girls. It does not specifically refer to that type of ghosts and gods. Usually there are five statues dedicated to offering blood food, known as the "Five Links".

The origin of the Wutong God is complicated. Some say it refers to the ghosts in Liuzhou in the Tang Dynasty; some say it is a god created by Taizu of the Ming Dynasty in order to commemorate the souls of heroes who died in the battle to expel the Mongols and Yuan Dynasties; some say it refers to the gods who harassed people during the Yuan and Ming Dynasties. In the south of the Yangtze River, the Japanese pirates captured, burned and killed.

In short, the Wutong God is not essentially a true god.

It's just that people in the past worshiped it as a god in order to avoid disasters. Adhering to the principle of eating people with short tongues and taking advantage of people, they were allowed to be more peaceful. However, as time went by, Wu Mang gradually gained the power to avoid troubles and bring wealth, and became the God of Wealth.

But no matter what it is, even the heroic spirits who died in the battle are far less kind than the gods and Buddhas in Taoist temples.

It’s better not to take the initiative to provoke him!

"You're right."

The young man took a deep breath, suppressed his impatience, and said, "But the camera is just like this when it leaves the factory. The sound and flash of the camera are unavoidable. This obvious sound and light also prevents people from taking secret photos."

Seeing the village chief open his mouth, he looked like he wanted to speak, so he quickly interrupted him: "Don't think about the cell phone. The pictures taken by that thing are too blurry to be used. I didn't bring a backup camera. Either you let me , or should I leave?"

"Oh, then it's up to you!"

The village chief opened his mouth, then sighed helplessly, turned around and left the Wuyang Temple.

He said what needed to be said and what needed to be persuaded. If something went wrong when the time came, it would have nothing to do with their village.

Seeing this, the young man named Xiao Li curled his lips secretly.

It is not ruled out that the village chief did give the reminder out of good intentions, but it is not impossible that he had the idea of ​​​​cheating him again.

After all, he has traveled all over the country to take pictures of new and interesting things. While seeing the beautiful scenery in various places, he has also seen a lot of greed in human nature. If you take a step back today, he will dare to ride on your head tomorrow.

It is said that the people in the village are simple, but if they become really vicious, the scene will quite refresh people's outlook. Therefore, he has always been cautious and made a good contract before starting any work.

Although there are still some unavoidable problems, it is much better than at the beginning.

As for the real situation of the camera, it depends on the beholder and the wise.

Anyway, he didn't want to delay his shooting because of this trivial matter. You know, although this Wuyang Festival can be seen outside, those places have long been developed into tourist attractions.

If you spend too much time with money, many things will become stale long ago.

It's far less authentic than the festival in this small mountain village - look at the villagers wearing "colorful clothes" and armor, every move is just like the real thing. It was as if they had really turned into ghosts and evil spirits.

Seeing it with his own eyes, even an atheist like him felt chills stand on end, and he couldn't help but think of some stories he had heard.

Shaking his head, he cleared out the complicated thoughts in his mind.

The next moment, the young man picked up the camera again, pointed it at the singing and dancing figure in front of him, and began to press the shutter forcefully and frequently.

The dazzling light of the flash kept flashing.

The villagers in the inner circle had to squint their eyes slightly to ensure that their performances were not affected.

It is inevitable to be angry. This is a sacrifice to the Five Rampant Gods. Who can afford any accidents? However, when his eyes focused on the young man, the anger in his heart was automatically reduced by half.

Seeing as how much rice and oil you have at home, as well as seventy or eighty yuan of extra money a day, you can bear with it.

The village chief had no choice but to leave. The villagers who performed were bribed, so naturally no one came to stop the young man.

As he moved, one "perfect" picture was captured on film.

And in the process, the smile on the young man's face became stronger and stronger - after taking pictures of this five-step festival, and adding a little text, he could put together a few articles and videos.

Plus some of the landscapes and landscapes I shot before.

If he puts it into his account on various platforms, he can always earn tens of thousands of dollars. If he is lucky, a video or article can bring him tens of thousands of dollars in income. Even if he can receive advertisements or win a competition, he can also earn tens of thousands of dollars. Earn more.

However, when he came back to his senses, he suddenly noticed among the group of villagers performing. The villager dressed in black with a vicious mask on his face was always looking at him secretly - if he remembered correctly, he was playing the role of the Five Rampant Gods?

"Why are you looking at me all the time? Are you sick?" The young man put down the camera and looked at the other person with an unhappy expression.

And after he found out, instead of restraining himself, the other party started to look at him openly.

What made him realize that something was wrong was that the villager who was playing the role of the Five Rampant Gods and dressed in black kept moving, still maintaining the ritual, but his face always looked at the young man.

While looking at each other, the young man found a smile on the other person's face - he had not forgotten that these villagers were wearing masks, not facial makeup.

In other words, a mask that had been made long ago would actually change its expression. As time went by, the villager even moved closer to where he was, intentionally or unintentionally.

The young man wanted to avoid the other party, but at this moment he suddenly found that his legs were as if they were filled with lead and were not obeying him at all. Even when he wanted to open his mouth and make a sound, this feeling immediately spread to his face.

Now except for the ability to turn his eyes, he has lost control of all other parts of his body. Seeing this, the young man cursed anxiously:

"Fuck, didn't you say that after the founding of the People's Republic of China, you were not allowed to become a spirit? Then what kind of situation is he encountering now!"

Gradually, the villagers also discovered that something was wrong.

That annoying flashing light has not flashed since it stopped a few minutes ago.

You know, the other party didn't even listen to the village chief's persuasion, so why did he suddenly stop following it, when his curious eyes turned to the young man.

"Hey, isn't he tired if he keeps raising his hands?"

"Who knows, but the young man has really good physical strength. He never complains when he goes up and down the mountain."

"That's right, there's nothing wrong with him except his stubborn temper!"

"By the way, he has been in this position for a while. What is he looking at? He is so serious. Damn it! Why did he come out!"

"Shouldn't we go?"

"It's not like a wandering god, it's just a performance in front of the temple. Moreover, Master Wu Yang has been worshiped every year. Even if you don't understand the rules, you're used to it, right? How dare they move so far away from the temple gate, tmd , got kicked in the head by a donkey?”

"Um, do you think something's wrong? Is the actor acting a little too realistic?"

"Who hiss! Is this realistic? I believe you when you say that the statue inside really came down. This damn foreigner is in big trouble. Come on, get some people to find our village chief!"

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The original ritual ceased to exist when the black rampant god took the first step.

In just over ten minutes, the performers scattered around wearing colorful clothes, armor, and masks all left their positions, and together with the other four Rampant Gods, gathered behind the Black Rampant God. .

Following the black rampant god step by step, he walked outside.

At first, these people's limbs were uncoordinated, like corpses that had just climbed out of the coffin, and their every move was full of stiffness and weirdness.

But not long after, the sluggish movements gradually returned to normal.

But this normal does not refer to normal people. It refers to the corresponding images they wear - judges, Yin soldiers and those "boys" who are not human beings.

At this time, the surrounding light gradually dimmed.

The surface of the bright moon above my head was covered with a thin layer of mist at some point.

The bright moon now became as hazy as frosted glass.

Seeing this, the surrounding villagers' hearts felt cold.

This ritual of worshiping the Five Rams has been passed down from generation to generation in this mountain village, and there has been no problem for I don’t know how many years have passed. But this time, it directly caused such a big disaster. However, they did not bother to blame the young man who took the photo.

After realizing that something was wrong, the onlookers ignored the rules of not making noise during the performance.

While Ramshen's attention was still focused on the young man named Xiao Li, they quickly discussed countermeasures.

While asking people to find the village chief.

At the same time, he asked the old and weak in the village to leave first with his wife.

The thirty or so young men who were left behind casually picked up a handy tool and held it in their hands, ready for battle.

Not that they weren't afraid.

Young people are also human beings. Faced with such a strange situation, how can they not feel guilty? The bold ones can still grit their teeth, while the timid ones have already wet their trouser legs.

But there is no way. When you know the danger, you can't let your elderly parents and young wife and children stand in front of you, right?

No matter how scared I was, I could only hold on.

Some people may want to ask, logically speaking, villages like this that preserve traditional customs usually have folk magicians such as goddesses. When encountering this kind of situation, why don't you find professionals to solve the problem, but instead go to the village chief instead of looking far away?

Is there a possibility that the mage is also at the scene, but for now, the villagers don't feel that the mage is helping them.

Because the source of this chaos, the performer wearing a black robe and a mask of a god, is the mage in the village!

grass!

It's not good for anyone to have trouble, but the biggest trouble happened to this single seedling.

On the other side, as the green jade in his arms gradually became quiet, the picture that appeared in front of him also quietly fragmented.

Zhang Ke came back to his senses, and following his breathing, a large number of sparks spurted out of his nose.

The scorching heat scalded the surrounding air into layers of heat waves, and the dragon fish not far away from him hurriedly swam toward the bottom of the fish pond with its silly little brothers. Even the clam girls did not dare to continue wandering on the water. .

At the same time, the originally quiet land of Kyushu