Let the scourge go to the right path, and you make games to reward them?.

Chapter 662: Cutting Trees (2/2)

Looking around blankly, Zhang Ting found nothing and couldn't understand what the voice was.

Covering his head, he couldn't remember how he got here, nor could he figure out his exact identity.

But before he hesitated for too long, another voice sounded in his ears: "Your name is Zhang Ting, and you are an ordinary woodcutter. Today when you went up the mountain to chop wood, you were suddenly surrounded by fog, and when you woke up you were here. You seem to have forgotten who you are, but your ability to chop wood is still there."

"You have obtained the initial item, a shining axe."

With a "bang" sound, something fell next to Zhang Ting, and even in the foggy weather, it emitted a cold light.

Zhang Ting bent down, picked up the axe, wiped it lightly, and saw a blood mark on his thumb.

"Good axe!" Zhang Ting nodded with satisfaction and acknowledged his identity as a woodcutter.

But then, he stared at his wound and said, "Strange, why doesn't it hurt at all?"

When people are killed, they die.

When people bleed, they feel pain.

This should be a very simple principle, but for some reason I always feel like it doesn't work for me.

"Maybe it has something to do with the fog. This fog is really weird."

Suddenly, a cold wind blew past, making Zhang Ting feel a bone-chilling cold. He couldn't help but hug his shoulders and shiver.

It must have been summer before he came in, because he was still wearing shorts and only half of his pants.

The days of chopping wood made his body stronger, but the temperature here was very low and it didn't take long for him to start shivering.

"Cold nights are coming... Does that mean it's going to be really cold here?"

Picking up the axe, Zhang Ting originally wanted to chop some wood to make a fire, but he quickly gave up the idea.

He had just arrived here and didn't understand many things. It would not be good if a tree demon accidentally jumped out while he was cutting down trees, and took him back to be his wife, and he had to live his life doing math problems every day from then on.

"Wait, shouldn't I be living a shameless life with the tree demon day after day? Why do I want to do math problems? Could it be that I was a particularly weird person before I lost my memory?"

After thinking about his past over and over again, Zhang Ting felt that his past was definitely not simple.

Unfortunately, the weather was getting colder and the jackdaws overhead were getting noisier, making it completely impossible for him to figure out who he really was.

Looking up, Zhang Ting saw that there seemed to be more crows on the dead tree.

There were only two or three crows just now, but now there are seven or eight.

These black guys landed neatly on the branches, their cold eyes covered with a layer of frost, making the air around them even colder.

They clearly didn't speak, but Zhang Ting could hear a lot of shrill cries, which made his chest feel a little stuffy.

Picking up the axe, Zhang Ting glanced at the crows, then turned and walked towards the village.

As soon as he entered the village, he found that there were many people here.

These people were wearing simple shorts like himself, but the tools in their hands were slightly different.

Some are like me, all axes.

Some are bows and arrows that come with some arrows.

Some of them were holding hoes and had a bag hanging around their waists. The bag was bulging with seeds.

When Zhang Ting looked at them blankly, they also looked at Zhang Ting blankly.

They didn't know where they were, who was in front of them, or even who they were.

After walking around the village, Zhang Ting wrote down the number of people and confirmed that there were 101 people. "Strange, why 101 people? Wouldn't 100 people be more convenient?"

Just when Zhang Ting was puzzled, he heard a loud flapping sound.

When he raised his head, his pupils dilated and he was shocked by the scene before him.

In front of him, tens of thousands of crows circled in the air, and then fell one by one onto the branches outside the village.

When they arrived, the darkness around them became increasingly thicker. The village, which had just allowed them to see things, was now only able to see vague figures of people.

As darkness fell, the chill in the air grew thicker and thicker. The cold wind howled, cutting his face like a knife and freezing his ears.

Amid the shrill crows' cawing, Zhang Ting felt his body getting colder and colder.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw something crawl up beside him and walk towards the flock of jackdaws.

The other party could not tell whether it was a man or a woman, but only a vague human figure. It stepped directly into the jackdaws, and black wings emerged from its back, making it look like a giant crow, returning to the crow flock.

After watching this last scene, Zhang Ting slowly closed his eyes and heard that strange voice:

"The first cycle ends and the second cycle begins."

"You have two more chances."

Zhang Ting suddenly opened his eyes and found himself back at the entrance of the village.

The only difference was that this time, he didn't hear the voice introducing his identity, and he directly got his own axe.

Staring at his axe, Zhang Ting felt as if he had had a big dream, but the warm feeling before freezing to death was very clear.

"Reincarnation... twice... does that mean I can die again?"

The sound of crows came to Zhang Ting's senses from his deep thought, and he saw a jackdaw on the dead tree.

There were not many jackdaws now, but their cold eyes remained the same as always, looking at Zhang Ting as if they were looking at a dead person.

Without hesitation, Zhang Ting picked up the axe, strode back to the village, and shouted loudly: "Is there anyone like me who has died once?"

The people nearby looked at him in confusion, as if they were looking at a madman.

After shouting for more than ten times, Zhang Ting found that no one responded. Then he was sure that he was the only one who had been reincarnated here.

Zhang Ting stopped shouting and grabbed the axe, shouting to a man beside him, "Hurry up, go chop down the tree!"

"Who are you, Ji Ba? Go somewhere else when you're mad... Cool, cool, cool! Big brother, cool!"

Looking at the axe across his neck, the man shouted in fear: "Brother, isn't it just chopping down a tree? Is that so serious?"

"Don't worry about it, just go chop down the tree!"

The man's eyes rolled, and then he said flatteringly: "Brother, you need an axe to cut down a tree, why don't you..."

"Then use your teeth! Hurry up, don't just sit there! If you don't want to die, chop down the tree!"

When people are confused, they need a voice.

Although most of the people present didn't understand the situation, seeing that Zhang Ting was so persistent and the weather was so cold, they just listened to him.

Those who had axes started cutting down trees, and those who didn't started transporting trees.

At first, there were only a few people working, but as more people joined in, others began to join in out of curiosity. Soon, more than half of the people came in and started cutting trees together.

As the trees grew larger, Zhang Ting measured their moisture levels and called out, “Who can start a fire?”

(End of this chapter)