"Compared with the architectural style of Yinyang Town, this place looks much more gloomy, but the more gloomy and dead, the more comfortable I feel, as if I have come home."

Zhang Yuanqing didn't enter the village immediately. Before entering the dungeon, he needed to clear his mind.

"The main mission is to survive 24 hours. Survival-oriented missions like this have the advantage of being very maneuverable, and the spirit walkers who have entered the dungeon can move freely without being restrained.

"The disadvantage is that there are very few hints, and the spirit world will not tell you what to do. Everything is discovered and explored by the "player" by themselves, and during the exploration, they may encounter a life-and-death crisis, just like when I was inexplicably laid on my shoulders by the Wraith Possession.

"According to the dungeon information, the biggest boss of the dungeon should be the woman in the ancient tomb. She came out with Wang Xiaoer."

So I want to push the boss, um, the serious kind of push!

"The two key characters in this dungeon, the female ghost of the ancient tomb and Wang Xiaoer, let's find Wang Xiaoer first, if he is still alive."

Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanqing took Dead One No. 1 and entered the village along the rammed dirt road.

Walking along the way, the houses in the village are mainly stone houses, rammed earth walls, and straw houses. There is no greenery in the corners and roadsides, only dead weeds and dried moss.

As he walked, Zhang Yuanqing suddenly noticed that someone was watching him.

Turning his head sharply, he saw a rammed earth house on the left, with a pair of eyes staring at him in the only small square window on the wall.

Seeing being discovered, those eyes quickly disappeared into darkness.

"Is it a human or a ghost?"

Zhang Yuanqing regained his energy immediately. If he was a human being, he could communicate. If he was a ghost, he would devour him. He could get information no matter what. What he feared the most was being in the desert.

He immediately went around to the front of the rammed-earth house, and there was a small courtyard in front of him. He stopped in front of the wooden door, raised his arm, and knocked on the door with his fingers.

The dry and blackened wooden door made a "dong dong" sound when the knuckles were pulled.

Zhang Yuanqing knocked for a long time, but the yard was quiet and no one paid any attention to him.

Then climb over the wall and go in. Zhang Yuanqing immediately manipulated the corpse, climbed over the two-meter-high rammed earth wall, and jumped into the courtyard.

At the same time, he communicated with the brand in the sea of ??consciousness, and entered the body of Yin Corpse.

Through Yin Corpse's vision, he glanced at the yard and saw the millstone, firewood pile and jujube tree.

Facing the gate of the courtyard is a rammed earth house, and to the west is a simple hut. Zhang Yuanqing stepped to the front of the hut and looked with his head. This is a dry toilet.

"Aqua toilet. The architectural style of the village should be the north. I remember it was written in the textbook that the dates in the north are sweet and sweet."

Zhang Yuanqing guessed that Aphasia Village was a village in the north. A college student of his age, who was born in Songhai, was very unfamiliar with the countryside, especially Aphasia Village seemed to be a long time ago, and nothing modern could be seen here.

No utility poles, no street lights, no bus stop signs, no solar energy.

After walking around the yard, without delay, he went straight to the rammed earth house and knocked on the door.

Still no response.

Zhang Yuanqing simply kicked the wooden door open, and with a bang, dust fell down, and the slightly heavy wooden door hit the ground, raising dust.

The light in the room was very dim, but it couldn't affect the vision of Ye Youshen. His gaze swept over the furnishings in the room one by one, and fixed on a white-haired old man.

The old man was leaning against the wall, holding a hoe in his hand, staring at him in horror and vigilance.

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