Quick Wear: Report to the Host, You have been Attacked!

In the process, the number of people increased slightly.

At the end, the number of people was fixed, and Xi Xi counted a total of eight people.

"People who come behind don't understand anything and ask Uncle Li, he will answer it to you." Wen Youyang pointed to the middle-aged man.

He didn't want to repeat what he had just said many times, it was very tiring.

Suddenly, Wen Youyang understood the deep meaning of Lu Zhu's case.

Getting survival days is one thing, and the other is to let him experience how tired it is to explain to someone who doesn't understand anything.

Wen Youyang suddenly understood why Lu Zhu didn't want him to ask "why," and God knew how tortured these three words were.

Wen Youyang walked to Xi Yan, and whispered to him, I'm sorry.

Xi Yi did not respond to this sentence, but asked him: "How many days of life have you got?"

Wen Youyang honestly explained: "One day."

Xi Yishou.

Soon, all newbies knew what kind of scene they were facing.

Several people who were obviously veterans stood on the side, observing the surrounding scene from time to time.

With an inaudible sound Xi Xi looked at the village road.

Wen Youyang was searching in mid-air and did not see the countdown to time.

"Well?" He asked, "why didn't it count down?"

"Not every horror world has a countdown," Xi said indifferently, "that proves that we need to find it ourselves."

She walked towards the road that was originally blocked by the transparent barrier, and Wen Youyang followed.

Others saw their actions and followed them.

The team of eight was not too small, and a group of people moved forward imposingly.

When walking to a house, Xi Xi stopped.

This family has three small cottages and a circled yard.

"What's wrong?" Wen Youyang looked at the house, and didn't think there was anything wrong.

"There are two minivans in the yard," Xi said.

They saw two tattered vans.

"What happened to the minivan?" Uncle Li asked in puzzlement.

Wen Youyang understood, "This village obviously looks very poor, and there are electric cars when it dies. And there are two small vans in this house. We have a total of eight people and can just sit in the van. These two vans should be 'us'. "

"Our? But we didn't drive!" A novice sneered.

What does it mean?

"We are not the true 'us' here, but the identity that the horror world has arranged for us." Wen Youyang explained.

"But weren't we out of the horror world before?" Some new people still didn't understand.

Wen Youyang: "..."

He looked at Xi Yan with an uncomfortable expression.

At this moment, the courtyard door opened and a middle-aged woman with dark red skin came out.

She looks average, but wins in simplicity, with a warm smile on her face: "Are you back? It just happened that my meal is ready, come in and eat!"

Everyone you look at me, I look at you, none of them move.

Xi Xi nodded to the woman very frankly, said "hard", and went into the yard.

Wen Youyang also said "Thank you" to the women and went in.

When they saw this, they entered the yard together.

When they were outside, they could only see the van higher than the yard wall, but not the scene inside.

As soon as I came in, I found that there was a large round table in the yard, with home-style side dishes.