Chapter 271 The Controller. (First Update! Please Subscribe!)

In the busy shed, the bare-chested and shriveled villagers were concentrating on pounding the materials.

The old man with gray hair and beard walked among them, constantly giving instructions.

"The energy has finally been restored!"

As soon as the voice fell, all the people who were forging iron turned their heads and looked at Zhou Zhen.

The old man with gray hair and beard also looked back at Zhou Zhen. Without any hesitation, the old man said in a low and cold voice: "Catch him!"

"This is a material that has never been seen before!"

"It can make better hoes, kitchen knives and rakes..."

The next moment, the villagers who were originally pulling bellows, pounding farm tools, and tempering metals immediately dropped all the ongoing operations, grabbed the hoes, rakes, and sickles that had just been made around them, and surrounded Zhou Zhen.

Because there is no bone support, their current shape is very strange, and they walk crookedly. They want to walk in a straight line, but due to the change of the center of gravity of their bodies, they walk out in a wavy arc.

But the greenhouse had limited space, and the villagers were numerous. Even though they stumbled, they quickly came to Zhou Zhen, raised their hoes, sickles, rakes, etc., and whistled at Zhou Zhen.

Ding Ding Ding...

A fierce sound of metal clashing rang out, and hoes, rakes, sickles, etc., all farm tools, all smashed into a translucent energy barrier, splashing countless tiny numbers, formulas, and symbols, without touching Zhou Zhen at all.

Digital domain, [Geometric Barrier]!

Zhou Zhen's eyes swept over these villagers who seemed to have been drained of juice, and fell on the gray-haired old man behind the crowd.

The biggest problem of this blacksmith shop should be this old blacksmith!

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen calmly raised his palm and aimed it at the old blacksmith. His palm quickly condensed a black and red energy cube.

Digital domain, [Fusion Cube]!

Boom!!!

The energy cube turned into a black and red energy shock wave, like a laser heavy sword, directly piercing through the old blacksmith's body, blasting a shocking hole in his chest.

The shock wave continued to penetrate the straw mat behind the old blacksmith, spanning most of the yard, and heavily knocked down a pillar of the opposite shed.

Rumble... The cold wind blew into the hole in the straw mat, bringing the dust from the collapsed shed on the right, mixed with the sound of the straw mat and the wooden shed hitting the metal. For a while, smoke and dust rose in the yard.

The old blacksmith slowly lowered his head and looked at his pierced body. On his old face, there was an expression of disbelief, and then he fell straight down.

Bang.

A muffled sound, followed by a series of movements.

The shriveled villagers in the shed seemed to have been drained of all their energy in an instant, and all staggered and fell down.

The sound of them falling was crisp and weak, not like the bodies of adults at all, but more like bones scattered all over the ground.

At this moment, everything around collapsed like an avalanche, turning into a vast array of numbers, formulas, and symbols... They seemed to be the smallest pixels, turbulent and cruising in the void, reorganizing into a familiar scene.

The cramped space, the rotten and dull air, the cold temperature...

The weak cold wind blew in from the cracks, like an invisible sieve, sweeping tirelessly and repeatedly, taking away any possible warmth bit by bit.

Along with the cold wind, there were also hazy rays of light, like the residue of the skylight after repeated filtration, cold and pale, reminiscent of the frost covering the tiles in winter.

With the help of this cold light, Zhou Zhen found that he was lying in a rough and thin coffin, the bottom of the coffin was rugged and piled with many adult skeletons.

All the bones were without any flesh and blood, and seemed to have been dead for a long time.

They were piled up like stones, cold and sharp.

Zhou Zhen turned his neck with some difficulty to look around, then stretched out his arm and pressed the lid of the coffin above.

The lid of the coffin was pressed very tightly, as if it was nailed to the coffin.

It was impossible to push it open with the strength of an ordinary person.

But for Zhou Zhen now, the whole coffin was as fragile as a biscuit!

The next moment.

Bang! ! !

The entire coffin lid was punched away and fell far away.

A thin figure made purely of numbers slowly stood up from the coffin.

Zhou Zhen stepped out of the coffin, stood on the compacted mud, and looked around.

He was now standing in a large farmyard, with a finely woven straw mat covering the top of the yard, blocking most of the sunlight.

Even in the daytime, the whole yard looked dark and cold.

Although the muddy land had traces of being compacted, under the ravages of time, some places still had weeds growing, mixed with gravel and sand, and some places were still filled with water. It was dilapidated, desolate, dead and cold.

If it weren't for the earthen walls around it and the straw mats above it, it would look like a mass grave.

Outside the gate, a faded small banner fluttered in the wind, occasionally revealing four small seal characters: "Guan's Shoucai".

Zhou Zhen stood next to the coffin he came out of, and around him, there were thin-skinned coffins everywhere.

These coffins were old in color and seemed to have gone through a long time, but for some reason they had never been buried.

He retracted his gaze from the gate of the yard and fell on a coffin near the entrance.

The lid of the coffin was open, and some stale straw was scattered on the coffin and outside.

Zhou Zhen immediately walked towards the coffin.

Tap, tap, tap... His footsteps echoed quietly in the empty yard.

After stepping over a puddle, Zhou Zhen came to the side of the open coffin. He looked down and saw that there was a thin layer of straw at the bottom of the coffin and a tattered cloth quilt.

There was nothing else.

Looking at the familiar quilt, Zhou Zhen immediately understood that this coffin was the simple thatched house where he had lived before.

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Yue's Blacksmith Shop.

The north wind blew the mulberry tree, and the treetops swayed, making a whirring sound.

Yue Zhang looked up at the sky, took out a half-worn hoe from the house, and began to loosen the soil in the vegetable patch in the corner.

Behind him, in front of the shed on the left, the old blacksmith, covered with sheepskin, was taking a nap on a recliner.

In the baking pan, the remaining fuel burned slowly, and the heat and the aroma of oranges dissipated little by little.

The old blacksmith seemed to be sleeping soundly.

Yue Zhang finished loosening a ridge of land and was about to continue working when the old blacksmith suddenly opened his eyes, as if he was awakened by something. His movement was so violent that he directly knocked the sheepskin coat covering his body to the ground.

Hearing the noise, Yue Zhang looked back and saw that the old blacksmith had woken up. He immediately asked, "Grandfather, what's wrong?"

The old blacksmith did not hesitate and quickly said, "The immortal has given a test!"

"Take out all the ironware in the shop!"

"Ring the bell and gather the whole village!"

"After everyone is gathered, distribute the ironware to welcome the immortal's test!"

Yue Zhang's face changed and he immediately responded, "Yes!"

As he said that, he threw down the hoe and ran quickly to the shed with straw mats on the right.

After a while, fierce metal knocking sounds came from it: clang clang clang...

The bell sounded loud and instantly spread throughout the village.

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Guan's coffin shop.

Zhou Zhen stood next to the coffin at the entrance, looking down at the thin coffin he had been in before. He was about to look away, when all the coffins in the coffin shop suddenly began to vibrate violently.

Ping-pong-pong...

After a muffled sound, the coffin lids that were originally tightly fastened on the coffins opened one after another.

Skeletons with no flesh and blood crawled out of the coffins.

These skeletons were all wearing tattered clothes, holding severely rusted farm tools in their hands, and rushed towards Zhou Zhen like flowing water.

Zhou Zhen raised his head and looked at them.

The surrounding environment was turbulent like water ripples, and the little skylight disappeared without a trace.

The straw mat covering the entire yard disappeared, and what appeared above Zhou Zhen's head was an endless night sky.

The night was like a curtain, cold and deep.

Those densely packed coffins turned into simple thatched houses.

The skeletons that crawled out of the coffins turned into villagers who had just rushed out of the house.

All the villagers, regardless of gender, age or status, either held rakes, hoes, shoulder poles... or carried kitchen knives and sickles, and surrounded Zhou Zhen silently.

The old blacksmith who had just been killed by Zhou Zhen with the [Fusion Cube] appeared among the villagers at some point. He stood out from the crowd and walked at the front of the crowd, looking at Zhou Zhen with a cold look. It seemed that the old blacksmith was the leader of these villagers.

Zhou Zhen's eyes swept through the crowd. Except for the village chief's family, almost all the villagers in this village had already appeared here!

Moreover, Zhou Zhen saw the figures behind the old blacksmith very clearly. They were all the villagers who had just participated in the ironwork in the blacksmith shop, that is, members of the official ghost team!

However, now it seems that they should have become part of this time and space...

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhen turned his head to look at the old blacksmith and asked coldly: "Are you the actual controller of this village?"

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The village chief's house.

The vast white fog permeated everything, like a dense spider web, entangling this world.

The howling of the cold wind and the destruction of the grass and trees sounded from time to time in the fog, outlining a scene of cold and cold.

Wow!

The curtain leading from the main house to the back room was lifted up, and the four members of the "Four-Dimensional Utopia" covered each other and walked in cautiously.

This back room is very narrow. Except for a stepping-bed and a cabinet, there is almost no place to stay.

The adobe walls have no cover, and small gusts of cold wind keep leaking in from the gap of the only window, blowing dust off the walls.

There was an oil lamp on the only cabinet, which was lit at this moment, emitting a faint orange light. Along with the light, there was also a fishy smell of burning animal fat that filled the room.

There were traces of straw in the holes in the bed sheet, and a thin figure was lying in the bedding. He looked about six or seven years old. He closed his eyes and did not move, as if he was sleeping very deeply.

The four members of "Four-Dimensional Utopia" immediately looked at the child.

One of the two female members whispered: "This child should be the sick youngest son of the village chief's family in the rumors of the villagers."

The other male member nodded slightly and said quickly: "If there is a youngest son, there must be an older son, or an older daughter."

"But this is very strange."

"I have investigated in the village these two days, and everyone only knows the youngest son of the village chief."

"Every time I ask about another child in the village chief's family, or whether the youngest son in the village chief's family has older siblings, all the villagers will spontaneously ignore the question."

"It was like there was no recognition of what I was asking."

"It's so abnormal!"

The leader "Mian Diao" said calmly: "There are many questions!"

"Is what we are entering now a real space-time tunnel? Or is it a special 'digital forest'?"

"What secrets does this ancient Chinese village hold?"

"The answers to all these questions are right in front of us."

"This child is a real living person in the village."

"He must know something!"

As he said that, "Miandiao" tilted his head slightly and said to the female member who had been silent next to him, "'Jiaojuan', you have transplanted many traditional Chinese medicine memories, go and show this child, what's going on?" thing."

"Be careful not to wake him up!"

"Biaojuan" nodded immediately. Her current image was that of a short village woman with a yellow face, wearing a ragged skirt. After hearing this, she tucked the hem of her skirt first to prevent her from tripping while walking in the dark, and then she was cautious. Walking to the bedside, she first used the light of the oil lamp to carefully observe the child's complexion and breathing rate, and then stretched out her hand to explore the child's forehead.

The child lay quietly, his forehead as cold as ice.

"Jiaojuan" frowned slightly, then gently pulled back the quilt, pressed the child's pulse, and began to feel it.

As she held it, her face gradually became strange. She frowned and thought for a while, then turned around and whispered: "The inheritance of Chinese traditional medicine has been seriously interrupted. After many traditional Chinese medicine materials entered the protection scope, the lost secret recipes, There are more secret skills. Although the number of memories I transplanted is quite large, the medical skills of the Chinese medicine practitioners are very ordinary."

"The exact condition of this child cannot be determined at this time."

"I can only say that his symptoms are a bit like the epidemics recorded in ancient Chinese records, but also a bit unlike..."

Before he finished speaking, "Banana Cuckoo" stopped immediately, and the narrow back room suddenly became a little more open.

The "Crown Eagle" and two other companions who were standing where they came in disappeared without warning.

The howling of the north wind came from the narrow window, and the oil lamp swayed tremblingly for a few times before barely returning to normal.

In the dancing light and shadow, there were only "Banana Cuckoo" and the child lying on the bed in the whole room, and there was no other person.

"Jiaojuan" frowned and immediately turned to look at the child on the bed.

The thin child had opened his eyes and was looking at her faintly.