MTL - Returning From Level 900-Chapter 357 ancestral tomb explosion

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Mo Ran raised his eyebrows and scolded the woman angrily: "Give you something to eat and scold others? Do you want to die?"

The woman chewed the bread in her mouth, her expression very complicated: "There is a black wind in casting spells, stealing life from the king of hell, and such delicious food, I think only the devil can do these things these days, maybe For some kind of nefarious deal."

Mo Ran laughed in anger, and asked in a deep voice, "Can't we be gods who save the suffering?"

The woman looked at him.

Look at the sky again.

Showing a free and easy way of seeing the world, he shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If there were really gods who helped people in distress, they wouldn't have seen the people on this land die of thirst and starvation without a drop of rain for so many years."

"In comparison." She glanced at the child and the bread in his hand, raised her head and said sincerely to Mo Ran: "The devil is much better, at least give us something to eat, and no matter what kind of transaction at least let us know that we still valuable."

Mo Ran was speechless.

Wang Wen came over.

Looking at the overall progress of the level displayed on the aircraft, he smiled and nodded to the woman: "That's right, we are devils, and giving you food and saving people is purposeful."

Mo Ran's face was even more speechless, unable to understand why Wang Wen took the initiative to put the dung pot on his head.

On the contrary, the woman seemed very happy when she learned that she had guessed the "truth" correctly.

Seeing that the person in front of her should be the leader of the "Devils", she worshipped Wang Wen reverently: "Great, Lord Devil can do whatever he wants, soul or body? Or something else? As long as there is this kind of bread Just do it!"

Wang Wen shook his head and said, "You are our servant after eating food. You don't need a soul or anything else, you just need to help us do things."

"Only a servant??" The woman was stunned.

"Don't you want to?" Wang Wen pointed to the bread: "If..."

"Of course I do!" The woman shouted loudly, her face flushed with excitement: "It is a blessing from the eighth generation of my ancestors to be a servant of my ancestors! The ancestral grave is smoking, no, no, the ancestral grave exploded!"

Chronic hunger and thirst took a toll on her life.

After this voice shouted, I almost didn't call myself dead.

Wang Wen's outstretched finger paused.

Take it back with a smile.

Taking a bottle of ordinary bottled drinking water from Zhu Xingguo and handing it to her, he said with an approachable smile: "As long as you work hard, this kind of bread is open to eat, and it is enough."

The woman took the water and kowtowed.

Also pulled the child to knock together.

I stopped after knocking my head to bleed, took a big gulp from the water bottle, and then wanted to feed the child a few gulps.

The child shook his head and refused to drink.

He had been nauseous from drinking water before gastric lavage.

What's more, it is still the World Tower prop [Healthy Water].

I don't feel thirsty at all right now.

Don't even take a look at the water bottle.

Instead, the bread never stopped.

The woman couldn't help but spanked him twice and accused him of spoiling the baby by not drinking the water bestowed by "Master Devil".

See the child really does not want to drink water.

That's it.

Gratefully bowed his head and bowed to Wang Wen: "What do you need me to do, my lord? Just tell me!"

Wang Wen turned to the village and signaled: "People like you who are starving to death without food, how many are there in the village? You make a trip to gather everyone."

"There's not much left, the ones who are alive are counted." The woman hesitated, with an embarrassed expression on her face: "I'm fine with a trip, but I'm afraid I won't be able to call anyone, and no one will listen to me."

Wang Wen raised his eyebrows: "You just said that there is food at the entrance of the village."

"Ah?!" The woman's eyes lit up and she nodded again and again: "It makes sense, my lord is wise! Then I'll go now!"

As she spoke, she picked up the child and ran to the village.

"Leave the child behind."

Wang Wen said.

"Huh?" The woman turned back.

Wang Wen smiled and said, "Leave the child as a hostage, otherwise what will you do if you run away and won't come back? We are devils and don't believe in people."

"It makes sense, it makes sense." The last doubt in the woman's heart disappeared when she heard such an upright declaration of the devil.

It's the most reassuring thing to be able to put things on the table.

After struggling to survive until now, she only thinks that she and her child can survive.

Nothing else matters.

There is nothing to lose but life.

As long as "Master Devil" doesn't ask for his life, he can do anything!

Handing the child to Wang Wen, the woman ran into the village without looking back.

Maybe in her opinion, the child is much safer to stay with Wang Wen than to follow her into the village.

Zhu Xingguo took a closer look at the little black boy and asked Wang Wen, "Master, what do you do next?"

Wang Wen saw that the progress displayed on the aircraft had reached minus 100.

He used [Heaven and Human Unity] to forcibly fill in the progress for 1 minute before adding 6 points.

60 o'clock takes at least ten minutes.

As a result, everyone owed more than 100 points of progress within a few minutes of arriving at this level.

The rate of negative growth is terrifying!

In the process of Zhu Xingguo's efforts to save the child, he tried to swear that all those who made progress would not die.

The result is slower than hard fill progress.

It is estimated that he is really fighting for his life with the King of Hell, and the energy required is extremely huge.

So Wang Wen decided to gather the people in the village in front of him and try to see how much he had to swear to get the progress quickly and "cheaply".

Hear Zhu Xingguo's question.

Wang Wen said to him: "To make a full set, you can use a big pot to cook some porridge or something. You don't need to think about the taste, just enough quantity."

"okay!"

Zhu Xingguo happily started to make a fire and cook.

He directly took out a huge alloy barrel and placed it on the stove.

Take out another bucket and pour water into it.

Mo Ran took the axe and showed off the fighting master's technique.

Chop the firewood into even strips in a few strokes horizontally and vertically.

Cheng Queyi and the skinny boy stuffed it into the stove together.

The bottom is then ignited with an alcohol block.

A few people started throwing ingredients into the rice bucket.

There is rice and there is millet.

There are potatoes, there are sweet potatoes.

There are vegetables and meat rolls.

The ingredients thrown in at the beginning were normal.

It slowly became strange.

There are radishes, cucumbers, eggs, yams, shrimps, pig hearts, etc. that I don't know if they can be mixed and eaten together.

What's even more exaggerated is that Wang Wen seems to have accidentally seen Mo Ran and threw a "bug?" in!

Helplessly rolled his eyes.

Wang Wen felt that as long as this group of people didn't eat people to death on the spot, it would be fine.

Anyway, this village is used to test the progress of the level.

Soon.

Some villagers came out of the village one after another.

All of them drag their legs and legs forward like skeletons~www.novelbuddy.com~ There are men, women and children.

When they walked to the entrance of the village, they saw that there was really a big pot cooking on fire.

Everyone is crazy.

No matter what, he rushed up and grabbed the rice bucket and fished something in his mouth.

Raw and cooked have absolutely no effect on them.

Even if some people can't grab the dry ones, they drink water.

It is also delicious to drink in big mouthfuls.

Mo Ran saw where this was going, stepped forward and pulled the person away from the barrel.

These people were so thin that they were easily thrown away by Mo Ran.

But they kept rushing up like warriors who were not afraid of death, regardless of whether their bodies were injured.