Navigator: I have a double six-story house

Su Qing did not answer the old man, but simply glanced at him.

Beneath the tattered straw hat was a dark face, wrinkles etched at the corners of his eyes, and a bead of sweat slid down his nose.

He carried a hoe on his shoulder, his fingers rough and his fingernails filled with black dirt.

It's not right.

The bosses in the first three levels of the dungeon are lifeless, like zombies. Even the boss on Nightmare difficulty only knows how to fight.

And this farmer in front of me.

If it weren't for the fact that they were in a dungeon, Su Qing would have thought that this was just one of those kind-hearted uncles she'd bumped into on a country road.

Just then, the farmer even put the hoe off his shoulder and rubbed his shoulder in front of him.

It felt like my shoulders were aching from carrying a hoe for too long.

This sense of realism made Su Qing feel a strange sense of unease and nausea.

But he doesn't know what's going on.

The school curriculum never covered the actual situation of the Hell Dungeon; I wonder if the teachers deliberately omitted it.

Or perhaps there's simply no information about the Hell instance at all.

Old Ham looked puzzled when Su Qing didn't answer for a long time.

Wang Yao then stepped forward, smiling broadly, and grasped the old man's hand firmly.

"That's great, uncle."

"We were just worried about not finding a place to eat."

He smiled broadly, his two rows of white teeth gleaming in the sunlight.

Afterwards, Wang Yao started chatting with the old man about his family and other matters.

In no time at all, the old man had explained in detail how many acres of land he owned, how many people were in his family, and how many cows he had.

The two chatted happily, as if they were close friends despite their age difference.

Su Qing carefully observed the old man's actions, temporarily tucking the musket into his waistband and letting his hands hang naturally at his sides.

"Let's go, Su, let's have a good meal at Brother Ham's house today."

Wang Yao put his arm around the old man's shoulder and waved to Su Qing.

While Old Ham was smiling and gesturing to Su Qing and not paying attention to him, Wang Yao quietly made a gesture to Su Qing.

He put two fingers together, quickly ran them across his neck, and then tilted his head.

Kill them?

Su Qing did not respond.

This indicates a negative.

He took two steps forward and gave old Ham a slight smile.

"Sorry to bother you."

"Young man, don't be so polite!" the old man said with a beaming smile. "Come on, come on, let me show you my wife's specialty!"

Old Ham led the way, carrying a hoe.

Wang Yao chatted casually beside him, asking about the wheat and the harvest.

Old Ham answered fluently, just like an old farmer who had been farming for decades.

Su Qing followed behind the two, keeping a distance of two meters.

He had been observing the farmer, trying to find some kind of flaw.

But soon his mind was drawn to the pastoral scenery.

In the sky, white clouds drifted lazily by, and sunlight filtered through them, casting large patches of light.

Beside the country path at my feet, a stream flows gently, its water crystal clear, with several small blue fish swimming among it.

A large yellow dog darted out from a gap in the wheat field, a bone in its mouth. It glanced at the three of them and then ran away.

Gradually, his mind relaxed from the tension.

In the distance, the outline of the mill village that Old Ham had mentioned gradually became clear.

The first thing that catches the eye is a windmill, its blades slowly rotating in the wind.

Not far from the windmill, seven or eight wooden houses were scattered around, and several children peeked out, looking at the strangers.

In the swaying wind, a woman was hanging the washed clothes on the clothesline when she looked up and saw the old woman leading two unfamiliar faces back.

She wiped her hands on her apron and looked at the two of them curiously.

Wang Yao looked around and muttered something to himself.

"This place is really nice."

Su Qing glanced at him.

Wang Yao had already hung the iron shield on his back, put his hands behind his head, and even his tone of voice had become much lighter.

"Su-zai, let me tell you, I've always had a dream."

"Hmm, looking for a long-legged girl in black stockings, like the magazines you hide under your bed?"

Wang Yao blushed.

"Ahem, that's a secondary dream."

"I want to make a lot of money, then go to the countryside to buy a piece of land and bring Zhang's mother and the other children over."

"We grow vegetables in the front and raise chickens in the back; everyone is self-sufficient."

His face was full of gentleness, and his tone was casual, as if he were talking about what to have for lunch.

They completely forgot that this was a dungeon on Hell difficulty, not a real rural area.

Su Qing was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"fine."

He genuinely thought it was great, not just flattery.

But he didn't like this kind of idyllic beauty.

He loved adventure, singing loudly amidst thunder and storms; he loved exploring the unknown world and discovering landscapes never before seen by anyone.

But there's a condition: take good care of Suya.

His only relative.

Even after entering the village, Su Qing continued her observations.

The road at the entrance of the village was slightly muddy, as if it had rained not long ago.

In the mud, there are hoof prints and footprints, crisscrossing each other.

Several strings of dried garlic, varying in color, hung on the doors of the scattered wooden houses; they hadn't been hung up at the same time.

Everything was telling him this.

This village has been around for a very long time.

Su Qing felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on it.

A few bolder children approached them, their eyes filled with curiosity as they looked at the iron shield on Wang Yao's back.

A little boy even ran over and reached out to touch the dents on the shield.

"Big brother, are you an adventurer?"

I guess so.

Wang Yao laughed heartily, bent down, and ruffled the little boy's short hair.

"So cool!"

A sea of ​​starry eyes surrounded Wang Yao, and his smile grew even brighter.

Su Qing smiled knowingly at the sight; he had seen that look in his eyes many times before.

On Suya's face when she was a child.

Old Ham led the two onward to a wooden house with a small yard.

Pushing open the creaking gate, I saw several fruit trees planted in the yard, and an old yellow dog wagging its tail happily under the trees.

A rich aroma wafted out of the room.

It was fresh meat juice mixed with unknown spices. As it entered his nose, Wang Yao's stomach let out an inconsolable rumble.

He scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

Su Qing also smelled the fragrance.

His culinary skills were so good that he immediately recognized that this was not the kind of experience food produced by the system.

It's the aroma that comes from carefully prepared broth that has been patiently simmered in a pot for a long time.

It tastes like home.

"Honey! We have guests!"

Old Ham shouted into the house at the top of his lungs.

A kind female voice responded to him, with a smile.

"Here it comes! The soup is just right, perfect timing!"

Wang Yao had already excitedly walked into the house.

Su Qing paused for a second, then followed.

Strange, I seem to have forgotten what I was thinking just now.

But it doesn't matter anymore, don't think too much when it's time to eat.