The flying insects were only exposed to the air for a few seconds before falling to the ground and dying.
Their corpses didn't last long before turning into black specks.
Jiamu, who had just been complaining about the pain in his eyes, suddenly fell silent. He clutched his suddenly swollen neck, his legs twitching in pain.
"Jiamu! Jiamu!"
The older brother, Jiayang, was almost in tears. He tried to pry his younger brother's hands off his neck, but he didn't expect him to be so strong.
He only released his hands after Jiamu vomited a mass of black, foul-smelling, viscous, jelly-like rotten flesh.
Jiamu had already stopped breathing.
White spores now sprouted on his face, his neck, his arms, and every part of his body exposed to the air.
As for the black, rotten flesh on the ground, it was absorbed by the earth beneath their feet, just like the corpse of a flying insect.
Everything returned to normal, as if the disgusting and terrifying scene they had just witnessed was merely a hallucination.
Han Ran immediately turned her head away; she didn't dare to look at him for even a second.
How could that be? Jia Mu only took a picture of the Buddha statue, how could he suddenly die?
"Let him go, are you crazy!" Yin Hong glanced at Jia Yang, who was still holding onto Jia Mu's corpse and refusing to let go. Her eyes were a little red, but her tone was so cold.
"Shut up! That's my brother!"
Jia Yang cried out in anguish, how could his brother have died like this!
He's so strong!
Why do they work so hard to improve themselves, only to have their power stripped away in the most crucial dungeon?
Let them die as lightly as humble ants.
"If you continue to hold him, you might end up like him," Yin Hong coldly warned Jia Yang. At this moment, the spores on Jia Mu's corpse were already trying to detach from Jia Mu and crawl onto Jia Yang's body. "Do you intend to die too? Fine, if you don't want to avenge him, then let's die together!"
Han Ran remained silent. Logically, she knew Yin Hong was right. But she still felt this was too cruel for Jia Yang.
However, Jia Yang was still a top ten player, and even in extreme pain, he was able to retain some rationality.
He immediately released Jiamu's corpse, gritting his teeth as he said, "Revenge? Easier said than done. Do you expect me to punch a Buddha statue?"
Unexpectedly, Yin Hong's expression changed, as if she agreed with Jia Yang's statement:
"To throw a punch? Hmm, that sounds like a good idea."
"What are you talking about?" Jia Yang wondered if Yin Hong had gone mad.
Jia Mu just died after taking a picture; if he had punched the Buddha statue, the outcome would have been unimaginable.
“Let’s go,” Yin Hong said softly. “I was just kidding. But we have to get out of here right now; this place is more dangerous than we imagined!”
Han Ran and Jia Yang both agreed with these words. They didn't say anything more, but quickly composed themselves and followed Yin Hong's steps forward.
However, Han Ran still turned around and glanced at the Buddha statue, intending to memorize its appearance.
"I……"
Han Ran suddenly shuddered, and in a daze, she seemed to see the Buddha statue's face turn into Jia Mu.
But when she came to her senses, she realized that she had just misread it.
"What's wrong?" Yin Hong noticed Han Ran's unnatural behavior and asked softly.
Han Ran shook his head and said softly, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired."
...
Suddenly, the muddy puddles at the edge of the village began to bubble and fizz.
Before long, ripples spread across the once calm water, and then a hand emerged from underwater.
Soon, a man emerged from the mud.
He turned around and suddenly smiled at the distance.
That face belonged to Jiamu.
...
The wind blew, and the leaves outside the window rustled, blending with the sound of water running in the bathroom.
Modi turned around and saw nothing.
He patted his cheeks, dried himself with a towel, and then came out.
"There are four more people. Where did they go?" Modi asked with some concern. "Is Jiamu Jiayang alright?"
As the guild leader, he was well aware of the two brothers' abilities. However, in this instance, brute force was not very useful; what was needed was a brain and observational skills like Lu Shi's.
Unfortunately, these are things that neither of the brothers are good at.
He sighed, hoping the two brothers would have better luck.
"Are you all ready?" Modi heard Lu Shi's voice from outside the door, so he quickly got dressed and prepared to go downstairs.
As he was leaving, the door next door suddenly opened.
The pale-faced man who came out glanced at him and grinned.
For some reason, under the white light of the corridor, Modi found the smile from earlier somewhat eerie.
"President Modi, what's wrong?" the man asked kindly when he saw Modi looking dazed.
Modi thought for a moment, then suddenly asked, "What happened between you two down there?"
The man's expression didn't change; in fact, he seemed a little more relaxed: "I've been waiting for you to ask this question! President, actually, after you got ashore, we were both struggling. And then..."
He suddenly shut up.
Because another door opened, and the third person came out.
The three, each harboring their own secrets, exchanged a knowing smile and tacitly ended the conversation.
downstairs.
Ghost Asura sat alone in the corner, his eyes closed, it was unclear whether he was daydreaming or sleeping.
Lu Shi and Ye Bugui sat together affectionately, cherishing every moment they spent together.
"There are four more people. If I remember correctly, they should be Han Ran, Red Spider, and two players from Deep Sea City."
Ye Bugui nodded: "These people are all quite strong, so Han Ran shouldn't have any problems following them. Besides, we just saw that Han Ran is a local resident. So far, she's actually the safest."
“Perhaps we should find her sooner,” Lu Shi said softly. “She must have the information we need.”
"Hmm," Ye Bugui looked up at the young woman on stage, "Has she been in this position for a long time?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the young woman twisted her neck.
"Speaking of which, we should have turned on the TV just now," Lu Shi said with some regret.
He was just about to turn on the TV when he heard several people talking downstairs.
After he and Ye Bugui went downstairs, the receptionist told them that there were only guests checking in.
Besides them, who else would come to this village?
Lu Shi glanced at the reception desk not far away and walked up to her.
The receptionist patiently put on a smile and asked warmly, "Sir, is there any problem?"
"Well," Lu Shi said, tapping the table lightly with his hand, "I'd like to know if you usually have many customers here?"
"Not many," the receptionist answered honestly. "Our village's reputation is still only so-so."
"Have you ever thought about leaving the village?" Lu Shi smiled gently, exuding his masculine charm.
Lu Shi now resembles a handsome playboy, intending to steal the soul of this country girl.
The receptionist lowered her head, blushing, and said, "I... I also want to go. I heard it's really nice outside, with lots of delicious food and fun things to do."
“Yes,” Lu Shi nodded, continuing to coax the other party, “Has anyone from your village gone out?”
"Quite a few." The receptionist's answer surprised Lu Shi. Was this village not as isolated as he had imagined? "It's just that many of them eventually came back."
"You're back." Lu Shi stroked his chin. "Do you know Han Ran?"
The receptionist laughed, and even her expression became lively.
At this moment, the Ghost Asura, who had been resting with his eyes closed, also raised his head and looked at Lu Shi in surprise, probably not expecting that this person's methods of gathering information would be so varied.
"How do you know her?" The receptionist's gaze towards Lu Shi changed, becoming more affectionate.
Clearly, Lu Shi made the right bet. Since Han Ran is a local, the chances of everyone knowing each other in such a remote village are quite high.
The village chief might suspect their identities, but the innocent receptionist wouldn't.
“She and I were classmates,” Lu Shi said casually. “If I hadn’t heard about this village from her, I wouldn’t have known about it.”
The receptionist immediately laughed, "Oh, I see. Han Ran was a friend of mine when I was a child. I heard she went to study in another city, and I was so envious of her."
"Who knew she would fall seriously ill again and actually come back."
The receptionist sighed, "My mom told me that Han Ran had gotten into trouble with bad things outside. So my family doesn't want me to go out anymore."
"Really?" Lu Shi looked surprised, but didn't arouse the receptionist's suspicion: "I think she's quite normal."
"I don't know then." The receptionist shook her head, seemingly unwilling to continue the conversation with Lu Shi.
At this point, Modi and two other people had also come down.
“Now that everyone’s here,” Ye Bugui stood up, “let’s exchange some information! You must have discovered something before you were arrested, right?”
Modi did not answer the question immediately, but instead looked at the other two.
"You all speak."
The two were taken aback, and only one of them stood up: "We... after we entered the village, we inquired about the local customs. We heard that every household here worships a deity, so we wanted to take a look at the Buddha statue."
Modi hummed in agreement, then looked at the silent person: "Why aren't you saying anything? Is it because you don't know?"
The man's expression changed, and he suddenly stood up. Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he pushed open the door of the guesthouse and rushed out.
Unexpectedly, there was another person standing at the door, and the two bumped into each other.