Mistaking a horror game for a romance novel, he unexpectedly became a legend.

Lin Feng never expected to be rejected by a level 9 player. He was giving the kid face, but the kid didn't appreciate it. He wouldn't give him another chance, even if the kid begged on his knees.

"It's okay, if you don't want to add it, then you don't have to."

Fifteen minutes later, it got dark, and everyone finally saw Shiliu Village.

Shiliu Village is located in a remote area, and the road is difficult to travel. They had to make countless turns along the way, and if it weren't for Zhang Dazhong leading the way, they definitely wouldn't have been able to find this place.

Standing on the small hill, the group looked out and saw that the village was not very big, with only about thirty or forty households, and the houses were arranged in a rugby ball shape.

Upon entering the village, Zhang Dazhong led everyone towards his home, with Wang Jiale closely following behind Lin Feng. The village was extremely dilapidated; the houses were either mud houses, wooden houses, or stone houses.

It feels like this place is a hundred years behind modern civilization.

There were three girls in the group of twelve. Besides Wang Jiale, the other two were named Zhou Ke, who had a cute appearance and didn't talk much along the way.

The other one was named Su Hong. She was in her forties, overweight, and had curly hair. She looked like she was not easy to get along with.

Lin Feng walked at the front of the group, Wang Jiale followed behind him, the other two girls were in the middle, and Song Yi strolled along, enjoying the scenery as he went, so he was at the very back of the group.

Along the way, Song Yi had observed a lot. The geographical location of Shiliu Village could be described as isolated from the world. The people who could live here were either savages or ruthless people.

As darkness fell and the mountains grew quiet, the villagers went to bed early. Zhang Dazhong led everyone toward his home.

Everyone was already wary of the quiet environment when suddenly a loud scream came from behind them, startling them so much that their hearts stopped.

Song Yi wasn't frightened. As everyone turned to look, a dark-skinned man in a vest swept past Zhang Dazhong, shouting as he ran:

"Help! Help! People from the village have come!"

Startled, Wang Jiale instinctively grabbed Lin Feng's arm: "Brother Lin, this..."

Lin Feng was also startled, mainly because the voice appeared too suddenly, but he quickly calmed down.

"Master, what is this?"

Zhang Dazhong immediately smiled and smoothed things over: "Haha, he just has a loud voice. Don't be afraid, everyone. No one has come to our village for a long time. He's very hospitable, so he gets excited when he sees people."

"But don't worry, everyone, we have a simple and honest folk culture."

Zhang Dazhong finished speaking with his eyes narrowed, then turned and continued walking forward.

Some people in the group were at a loss.

Zhou Ke: "Are we still leaving?"

Su Hong: "This place feels a bit strange."

Liu Tong also felt some regret. He wished he had gone with Chen Jing and the others. Now it was too late to regret it.

At this moment, everyone looked at Lin Feng. Not wanting to appear indecisive, Lin Feng said, "It's alright, everyone, don't be afraid. There are so many of us here."

Hearing this, everyone knew there was no other way, so they rejoined the group.

Song Yi stood at the back of the line. He was the only one who wasn't scared, so he saw clearly the expression on the young man's face when he looked at them.

The look in that kid's eyes wasn't just about the novelty of seeing a stranger; it had nothing to do with being hospitable.

Song Yi was also excited; he loved games with a sense of mystery.

When they arrived at Zhang Dazhong's house, they saw a small wooden house of forty square meters as soon as they entered the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, the interior was beyond simple; "simple" was an understatement.

A small wooden bed, with a shiny, oiled quilt casually spread on it, a small square table with a patina, a few handmade chairs, and a mud stove.

Zhang Dazhong told everyone to sit down wherever they liked.

Everyone looked around the room and saw that there were only a few places to sit. A few players took the first four small chairs on the ground, and the rest of the people stood still.

Zhang Dazhong, acting as if he didn't want anyone to be shy, said, "Sit on the bed, everyone, don't be so polite."

Wang Jiale couldn't hide the disdain in her eyes; she preferred to stand, feeling there were lice on the bed.

Song Yi didn't stand on ceremony. The house was dirty, but the outside was alright. He saw a small recliner in the backyard and went straight to the recliner to rest.

A mountain breeze blows, the air is cool, and aside from everything else, the oxygen content here is definitely high.

Less than two minutes after everyone entered the house, Zhang Dazhong's yard was surrounded, and suddenly more than twenty people appeared at the gate.

Zhang Dazhong looked outside and said, "They've all come to deliver vegetables. Everyone, please wait inside. I'll go out and meet them."

There were indeed quite a few people outside the door holding two cabbages each. Everyone was in a good mood until Zhang Dazhong suddenly closed the door as he left, which made everyone's hearts tighten.

The room wasn't very big to begin with, and the door had been left open to let in some air since they came in.

But you go out to get some groceries and then close the door? That's incredibly strange behavior in a place like this.

"I have a feeling that he's hiding something from us."

“I also felt something was off. These people were delivering vegetables to Zhang Dazhong, but their eyes kept glancing into the house.”

"This place is so weird."

Wang Jiale felt panicked:

"Brother Lin, I also feel that something is off about this village."

Lin Feng thought for a moment, then took out a small paper cup, about the size of a palm, from his inventory. Inside the cup was a little bee, which came out of the cup and flew out through the crack in the wooden house window.

Then everyone could hear the villagers' discussions outside through the paper cups.

An old woman's voice came first from the paper cup.

“My Gangzi saw it. There are three girls among the people you brought back this time. I don’t care, I want the one with the biggest butt.”

Inside the house, after the old woman finished speaking, everyone's eyes turned to the three women.

After scanning around, my gaze finally landed on Wang Jiale.

Wang Jiale blushed and hid behind Lin Feng, saying, "Why are you looking at me?"

Lin Feng made a shushing gesture to everyone, and they continued listening.

Outside, Zhang Dazhong comforted Old Mrs. Lü:

"Auntie, don't worry."

Upon hearing this, Old Mrs. Lü raised her voice even higher:

"I'm not in a hurry? My husband is already thirty and doesn't even have a son. If we don't have another one soon, how will he support us in our old age and take care of us when we die?"

“Last year I gave you two ginseng roots. The little girl you brought us died three days after she got home. I don’t care. I’ve got my eye on this one, and I have to have it.”

Wang Jiale's face was as white as a sheet, and the other two women were also terrified.

If they still can't figure out where they're going, then they're idiots.

Everyone felt a cold sweat break out all over their bodies. To hell with the honest and simple folk customs, they had been deceived by this Zhang Dazhong.