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The man rushed straight towards Jiang Muqiu like crazy, without any fear of the long knife in his hand, his posture was as if he was going to tear Jiang Muqiu up.

Seeing this, Jiang Muqiu directly threw the long knife in his hand, avoiding to kill important clues directly by mistake.To an opponent who looks aggressive but is actually physically exhausted, is it like treating a fragile flower, isn't it?Jiang Muqiu had a smile on his lips, and he was still holding the glasses he had taken off, he was not willing to throw them on the ground, so he just jumped up and kicked the man's face.

The man was kicked to the ground in an instant, Jiang Muqiu reacted quickly, immediately restrained him, then leisurely picked up the long knife at his feet, pressed the blade on the man's back, patted it lightly, and said with a sneer: "With your physical condition, you dare to come and fight with others?"

The man collapsed on the ground, snorted coldly, and didn't answer, but he didn't have the strength to get up, even though Jiang Muqiu didn't suppress him at all at the moment.

"What's your name?" Jiang Muqiu poked the man with the back of his knife, raised his hand to put on glasses for himself, and asked again with his refined and ascetic appearance.

The man rolled Jiang Muqiu's eyes and didn't answer.

Jiang Muqiu smiled, raised his eyebrows and looked like a smiling fox, "Don't say it? Then I'll be free. Idiot, do you think I will really let you die as you want if you die? You also say Yes, death is a relief."

"???" "I thought it would be a three-hundred-round battle?" Ferocious." "Picking or not picking is basically just the difference between direct brutality and subdued brutality, and it is still very cruel in essence." "Why are you so secondary, isn't it just inconvenient to fight with glasses on?" "Brother, See through but don't tell through." "What cruelty? I'm stunned. Anyone who doesn't eat, drink or sleep for three days can beat him?" "Brother, the important thing is momentum, temperament, and breath!" "Don't think I can't see it!" You came out last to make up the number."

The barrage chat was very happy, but Jiang Muqiu didn't have the extra leisure time to pay attention at the moment. To be honest, he was somewhat looking forward to the plot direction of this level.

The man's whole face was twisted together, looking angry and embarrassed, but he held back and didn't attack, his red eyes were full of powerlessness.

"Tell me, all the circumstances, if what you say, and I

The man closed his eyes, and after a while, he said hoarsely: "Okay, let me say."

Jiang Muqiu looked sideways, with an expression of listening attentively, and a stream of light flashed across the silver frame, which was especially clear under the cold sun.

The man pursed his lips, and the fists beside him were already clenched quietly, his veins were bulging. Unexpectedly, just as his body moved, the butterfly blade of Jiang Muqiu's left hand had already pressed against his neck.

Jiang Muqiu raised his mouth and asked in a tone as if nothing had happened: "What's wrong? Do you still need to recall? Do you need me to help you?"

"No, there's no need." The man said in a discouraged manner, feeling that his whole body was languid all of a sudden, so he had no choice but to admit his fate, "Then let's start from the beginning."

Jiang Muqiu couldn't deny it. This kind of beginning is similar to "a long, long time ago". In short, what follows will be a long and perhaps bloody story.

"When we first arrived here, it was one night. It was strange that everyone was wearing this kind of clothes, but no one questioned it, because everyone knew very well that this was a farce. Everyone was recruited to play a role. A scene, get a lot of money."

Jiang Muqiu didn't expect this beginning, he thought there must be some hidden secrets, some conspiracy, but the whole thing was fake, which completely subverted Jiang Muqiu's expectations.Jiang Muqiu's eyes were gloomy, and he was in a bad mood. At that moment, he felt that he had been working for the past few years and his mind had been framed. This is definitely not a good phenomenon.

Wait, what about the man sharpening the knife just now?Hmm... If that person's real identity is indeed a laborer, it can be explained.

Jiang Muqiu's reflection naturally did not affect the narration of the story, and the barrage Jiang Muqiu didn't have much interest in paying attention to it. He just pursed the corners of his lips slightly and lowered his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"But such a naive idea was quickly shattered by the cruel reality. At that time, everyone found that there was no food, no water, and no sleep. I don't know why, but we really couldn't sleep." He said As if he finally found a vent, he began to talk about his experience during this period of time as if pouring beans.

Jiang Muqiu just listened silently, without speaking.

"When something was wrong, everyone panicked until someone

"Wait a minute, tell me, where did you get the food?" Jiang Muqiu interrupted the man.

The man raised his head and glanced at Jiang Muqiu, showing a tired smile, and said lightly, "You're not Taglow, right? Although you look like Taglow. But if you want to know what happened here, If you can save us, I'll tell you."

Jiang Muqiu knew that this is an NPC character who introduces the background of the story. If there is no accident, there should be no false content in his words.

"The food was brought up from the dry well, and we all went down to look at it, but we didn't find anything unusual." The man continued, "After that time, everyone believed in what was written in the note. But, let everyone Unexpectedly, the content of the ballad was very simple at the beginning, just how many things to put in where, and then it became darker and bloodier."

Jiang Muqiu's face sank like water, he could imagine what happened, what happened to these people in those days.

"It's not that no one resisted, but they were suppressed by another group of people, because every time the food is distributed, everyone can sleep well. If one person is not willing to do that, there will always be others who are willing. .Although, most people are the silent majority." Having said this, the man's eyes dimmed.

"The distribution of food is regular, right?" Jiang Muqiu glanced at the man and asked, "Or as long as the content of the song is realized?"

The man paused for a long, long time before finally speaking: "It seems to be sent out every three days, and the song is every three days."

"Have you ever tried not to do what was said in the ballad?" Jiang Muqiu's voice was slightly cold, without any special emotion.

The man's eyes kept staring at the ground, "No." After a second pause, he added, "Some people have it, but... those who said they didn't want to do it, didn't get food and water. It happened once or twice , no one is willing to raise objections anymore. Even if it is to kill people, no one will raise it again. Silence, there is only silence here."

"Minute

"Yes." The man replied.

Jiang Muqiu nodded slightly, "I understand, you can continue."

The man didn't speak right away, as if he wanted Jiang Muqiu to explain, but he gave up anyway. "Later, we built mourning halls for those who died. You should have seen it? Every candle there represents a person."

"Sacrifice?" Jiang Muqiu glanced at the man with a half-smile, "How did you choose those who should be sacrificed? Where did the bodies of those sacrificed go?"

The man's expression suddenly became sad, "At first, the victim requested in the ballad was unique among us, as if he had been chosen, but later, the content of the lyrics began to blur. No one wanted to do it. The victim, therefore, is the lottery."

"You guys are pretty cool." Jiang Muqiu said lightly, half mockingly.

The man bit his lower lip, and continued: "Until three days ago, everyone followed the content of the song and did not get any food. Today, the song appeared again, exactly the same as it was three days ago. We don't know what happened, But we can only continue, we have no way out. Besides, we found another note in the cemetery. Maybe this time, it will be the last time."

"Only found a note, nothing else?" Jiang Muqiu asked in a deep voice.

The man shook his head and said, "No."

"Then did you find anything on Tagolo?" Jiang Muqiu continued to ask.

The man replied: "We found a map and a bag of candy. It was Zanpu who found it. He only told me and didn't tell anyone else. He only gave me the bag of candy. Now, it should be returned. There are two left, we want to keep them until the end." The man started to sob as he said, and he seemed to have a very good relationship with that Zanpu.

"Zamp just dismembered the body, he didn't kill anyone, really, no." The man cried.

Jiang Muqiu gave the man a condescending look, frowned, but did not speak.

The man cried for a long time, Jiang Muqiu just watched like this, and when the man's crying stopped, he asked again: "Where did Tagolo's torso go?"

The man sniffed and said, "We, we buried him in the tomb, just like those before."