The famine is much more serious than imagined. As we go along the way, it is common to bury corpses on the roadside, and there are even more robbers and bandits. The place where they appear is not the mountains and deserts, but on the roadside near each village. Because they are all transformed by the villagers in the village, in order to eat in one bite, they have to go to the point of killing money...

The villagers who are banditized only want money because pedestrians usually don’t carry much dry food. If they take it out, they will be less than one person’s mouthful. The money is more flexible and can be used to buy food from the lord.

Xiao Zhi kept scattering money along the way, regardless of whether he had people or not, he didn't have to work hard to earn money anyway. He spilled it on the ground casually. Those who are destined to pick it up are destined to be destined. Those who know how to be content will leave when they have no money. But often more people are not satisfied and want more money, and follow the traces of money and plan to rob.

I became a bandit in order to survive. Xiao Zhi couldn't tell whether they were right or wrong, and he was too lazy to tell whether they were right or wrong. As long as he dared to come up with a sharp weapon, he would give them a bullet each without hesitation...

Gradually, Xiao Zhi's reputation spread, becoming more and more bizarre, becoming a "money monster".

Among the various versions that people have passed down by word of mouth, there is a version like this. The money monster has a strange short weapon in his hand. He lifts it up and aims it at anyone. As long as the sound of thunder sounds, he will die!

The money monster has a vicious mind. In order to murder pedestrians, he used his demonic power to transform into a young man in strange clothes, a long-haired woman, and a black and white fat cat lying on his shoulders! He walked between the villages and sprinkled coins on the road to attract the attention of pedestrians. As long as pedestrians pick up money and follow him and catch up, they will be killed by such a strange small weapon. It is said that in just over ten days, at least hundreds of people died in his hands...

The sun was hanging high, and the ground was like a grill. Xiao Zhi wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead and felt a little tired.

Looking at a large village not far away, he touched the copper coins in his pocket and said, "Go to that village and go to rest." Although Cai Miao and Jiangchuan Heko, who had turned on the monster power, could tolerate this high temperature, it was also consumed. They all agreed with Xiao Zhi's opinion...

When I walked to the entrance of the village, there were sobs and whimpers and dances in the village, which was a bit like the rural mourning ceremony in the real world.

The two of them were a little surprised and decided to go in and take a look. There was an open space in the village, with a large pile of firewood piled up on it, and a wooden pillar in the center, with a thin man covered with various patterns tied to it.

The man's eyes were a little hollow, and blood stains were hanging on the corner of his mouth. He murmured to himself: "I don't want to die, don't give me to the monster. You will be punished if you do this..."

The villagers gathered not far from the firewood pile pointed and said something to him. There were two people wearing cat-faced masks, feathers and animal skins hanging on them, jumping and jumping, holding a wooden fan in their left hand, shaking back and forth, and holding a hand in their right hand, slapping drums constantly. The whole scene seemed very evil, and it looked very similar to the scene of burning witches in ancient Western countries...

Xiao Zhi leaned over and patted a villager on the shoulder and asked, "What are you doing?"

The villager turned his head and saw a new face. He immediately asked vigilantly: "Where did you come from? What did you do in our village? Isn't it the robbers who came to check in, right?"

It was a big hat buckle. Xiao Zhi was speechless. His hand turned around and showed a string of copper coins and said, "Will the robbers who were scouting the site give you money? I am just a passing merchant. After the goods were sold out, I passed by the village and wanted to say that I would come over to ask for saliva and quench my thirst. I didn't expect that I was a little curious when I saw this..."

The villager was a short old man. He heard Xiao Zhi say that the money was to be given, so he quickly reached out and took it in his arms, and said as if nothing had happened: "Do you think this person tied to firewood? He is the person he was attracted to by the 'cunzheng'. The village is a monster. The patterns on the man's skin are evidence of being attracted to him. The village will come to find the host every month. In order for others not to suffer, we can only give the person he likes to for a while..."

Xiao Zhi glanced at the huge pile of firewood.

He laughed: "So much firewood, you should have special plans this time, right?"

The old man didn't want to say that, but the copper coins in his arms were heavy, with soft mouths and soft hands. He looked around and no one paid attention to this place. He lowered his voice and said quietly: "'Mengzheng' is actually a knife. It can control people's consciousness to walk around and kill. The human body in our village seems to be special. It will always control the host to select the next host. As long as he offers it obediently and does not resist, it will not attack us."

He swallowed his saliva and continued, "Every time the 'cunzheng' takes away a new host, he always points out the next host. The population of our village is too small, with no more than 200 people in total. Every time the 'cunzheng' is going to be an adult man. Sooner or later, the village will be left with only the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. If the robbers come, we will have only a dead end..."

Xiao Zhi understood that the villagers' plan was that when the "village" controlled the old host to come, he would set fire directly while it was doing "alternating" work and burn the new and old hosts to death. As long as there was no host, no matter how powerful it was, it would be just a knife.

Interesting idea, but feasibility is a bit...

At this moment, Cai Miao suddenly looked up at the entrance of the village, and Akiko Ekawa also frowned and said, "There is a faint demonic aura approaching, it should be the 'Mura Masashi' coming."

A man slowly appeared at the entrance of the village, dressed as an ordinary farmer. He was as thin as a firewood, as if he had been hungry for many days, walking very slowly, his body shaking constantly, looking like a zombie, but such a man was full of crisis because he was holding a knife in his hand...

It was an ordinary samurai sword with a shiny blade, which was particularly dazzling in the sun. There was no blood, but as it appeared, the air was filled with the smell of blood. It was obvious that many people had been killed. The villagers were in an uproar and retreated to the corner one after another!

Is this knife "Mura Masaru"? It's a bit ordinary in shape.

The villagers were trembling and hugging each other like winter warming. The two people wearing cat-faced masks also had their legs trembling, and their voices were stuttering: "Mengmasato, there is the person you designated last time. We have... prepared for you...please accept it with a smile..."

There were wavy black stripes on the farmer's skin, which radiated to the surroundings with his eyes as the center. The skin and bones made the face look even more ferocious. The tip of his knife gently dragged on the ground, drawing a faint spark, and his eyes turned, and his eyes fell on the thin man on the pile of firewood. His foot in tattered shoes was slapped directly on the firewood covered with branches and was immediately bleeding and unconscious.

His knife slowly lifted up, cutting off the rope on the thin man’s body!
Chapter completed!