Unlimited cheating in the horror world

When resting at night, Shen Congran sat on the bed, thinking of the mother and daughter, she knew the location of the spirit soil, but she didn't want to tell them.

First of all, I don't know if it will be dangerous to get the spiritual soil, and secondly, I don't want to be troublesome.

"Speaking of which, we have been searching for two days, and we were able to find the spirit soil. Others should have found it too."

Feng Yichen was still sitting on his own bedside, "Maybe, even if they find it, they won't reveal it, just like we do today."

Shen Congran rested his chin, and felt that what he said made sense. Spiritual soil is a good thing. If a sick person finds it, he would definitely want to take it himself first.

"But if you find this soil, can you eat it directly?"

Feng Yichen shook his head, "I don't know, but you don't have to think about it too much, everyone has their own destiny, and the spirit soil is not so easy to find, if I didn't remind you, I would have walked over there. "

If Shen Congran hadn't seen it in a dream, she might have missed it.

"Then is there still a need to go tomorrow? I've found them all."

Feng Yichen: "Go, it will be too obvious if you don't go."

Finally decided to look for it, Shen Congran straightened the thin quilt and lay down directly.

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The grave made of fertile black soil was right in front of Shen Congran, and this time she was standing here from a third perspective.

There was still someone shouting in her ear, she turned around, and saw the group of people in her dream running, as if she saw something terrible.

She looked at the tomb bag again, and there was obviously nothing unusual.

Keeping up with the group of people, the first thing he saw was the man holding the largest porcelain jar. He was a little short, and Shen Congran could feel the effort of him holding the porcelain jar just by looking at it.

"Hurry up, or wait to die here!"

The people in front shouted, and the man who ran at the end was sweaty and pale, and followed without saying a word.

After running for a while, the man was really exhausted, but he still didn't let go of the porcelain pot in his hand.

Suddenly he fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was the ground, and the porcelain pot itself was not broken, but the soil inside was poured out because the pot fell to the ground.

The people who were still running in front heard the movement, and when they saw the poured out spiritual soil, they turned their heads immediately.

Of course, instead of turning around to help this man, they knelt down on the ground, opened their own porcelain jars, grabbed the poured spiritual soil and put them into their own porcelain jars.

"You can't do this, this is all my soil, mine!" The man who fell had a distorted expression, struggling to get up and hug his porcelain jar.

The others ignored him and only wanted to grab the spiritual soil.

Finally the man picked up his own porcelain jar, and there was still some spiritual soil poured out, so he joined the small group fighting for it.

"Okay, hurry up and pack up and go, be careful if you are left in the woods, you will die." I don't know who said this.

Apparently the others also listened to his words, they all closed the lids of their porcelain jars, got up and started to run.

And the man holding the largest porcelain pot glanced at the spiritual soil on the ground. Although his heart ached, he still got up and followed the team.

It's just that they want to run, but there seems to be something here that doesn't want them to leave.

After running for a long time, they still didn't run out of the woods. Everyone noticed that something was wrong.

Someone asked in horror: "Why haven't you left the forest until now? You have been walking for so long."

The man standing at the front frowned, "It seems that he doesn't want us to get out alive."

As soon as these words came out, the fear in everyone's hearts became deeper.

Then the man went on to say: "We have to keep one person to appease its anger before we have a chance to go out."

Then everyone looked at each other, whoever wanted to stay, the result of staying was a dead end.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the man in the front looked at the person who fell before.

Everyone seemed to have received the signal, and everyone left that person's side, and the thin man fell into isolation.

"How can this be, we are all from the same village, you want to leave me here to die!"

And the man with the most right to speak stood up, "Dashi, we will take good care of the orphans and widows you left behind."

The thin man grabbed the porcelain jar vigorously, saying that he took good care of the orphans and widows, first of all he made up his mind to let him die, and the other was to threaten him with his wife and children.

If he is not obedient, not only will he die, but his wife and children will not have a good life in the future.

He, an aborigine, knows better than anyone what is going on on this island.

"Okay, you have to take care of my wife and children, otherwise I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."

This ruthless remark made the other villagers look bad, but now he can only do it.

"You keep your word, give us the pot, and leave the soil to your wife and children."

When it was said that it was for his family, the thin man put down the porcelain pot, took a deep look at the other villagers, then turned and ran into the woods.

What will happen to that man, Shen Congran can guess if he doesn't follow up to watch.

Afterwards, the gathered villagers picked up the big porcelain pot and walked out of the forest. This time they walked out, but the thin man could never come out alive.

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When Shen Congran opened his eyes, it was already dawn outside, and she was the only one in the room.

After waking up from the dream, she tried to recall the faces of those people in the dream, and remembered that she had seen some of them in the funeral procession yesterday.

Especially the man at the head, who stood next to Village Chief Wang yesterday.

It's no wonder that people from outside the island are asked to come to find the spiritual soil, because the locals have no way to bring the spiritual soil out properly.

In the front yard, a few people were having breakfast, including Feng Yichen who hadn't been seen since.

Everyone was very quiet today, and Shen Congran even felt that the two of them were not the only ones who found the spiritual soil yesterday.

After finishing breakfast, there was movement at the door.

It was the village head Wang, who was still sitting and lifting the chair as usual.

When I came in, I saw that most people were there, so I went to the upper seat and sat down.

"Yesterday, everyone should have gone to investigate in the forest. The spiritual soil is actually very conspicuous and easy to find."

After he finished speaking, the rest of the people did not speak. Shen Congran turned his head slightly and saw many villagers gathered at the gate of their yard.

Seeing that they were silent, Village Chief Wang continued: "Maybe you still don't believe in the effect of spiritual soil, but if you really find it, you just need to take it directly, and you can clearly feel the changes in your body. Of course, this is true. The sick come to eat."

It was Guo Jianbai who couldn't hold back and asked, "Then you came here to tell us how to eat spiritual soil?"

Village Chief Wang rubbed the handle of the chair, "This is only one aspect, and on the other hand, I hope that if you find the spiritual soil, you can hand over some of it to the village, and we will not charge other money."

This will make the three big men in the mission world unable to sit still, "What? We have worked so hard to find it, why should we give it to you?"

Village Chief Wang: "It's part of it, not all of it."

These three big men clearly dug up the spiritual soil and sold it, and now they have to hand over part of it, which is no different from paying a huge sum of money.