Chapter 279 Vineyard

At this time, the old hunter Charles was squatting on the third-floor windowsill of a building.

He was holding a rope in his left hand, and his body formed a triangle with the wall.

The rope was tied between his waist and the window to prevent him from falling from a height. In his right hand, he held a hunting crossbow, aiming and shooting at the enthusiastic villagers below.

The trigger was pulled, the bowstring vibrated, a light flashed quickly in the air, and the next moment the enthusiastic villager was pierced through the head by an arrow. His body fell backward and heavily to the ground. The force of the arrow was somewhat extraordinary, and it simply nailed the villager to the floor tiles.

I was so excited when I got to eight in the morning.

He also wanted to make a similar weapon. After interacting with those enthusiastic villagers, he found that it was very important to maintain a sense of distance between both parties.

As the burst of shooting ended, the old hunter Charles climbed down the window not very flexibly. His level should not be high, and his strength was not as strong as imagined.

The action of climbing down the rope from above was a bit clumsy, and he accidentally bumped into the wall twice, which was very rare in a magical world.

But at this moment, the old hunter has undoubtedly become the strongest NPC in the hearts of the undead at this stage. The one who can protect them is the strongest.

"You are still alive?" The old hunter Charles recognized him at a glance, as if he also had some method to distinguish between strangers and enthusiastic villagers.

"I've already told you, I'm immortal." I find it hard to believe that there would be NPCs wondering why players keep dying and coming back to life. Shouldn't you be used to it?

He quickly got into the state and asked, "What happened to the villagers here? Why is there such a big difference between day and night?"

"I'm investigating." The old hunter obviously knew something, but he was unwilling to reveal it at all.

Getting used to the speaking style of the NPC’s Riddler is a necessary quality for almost every player, because in many cases, if the words are said too clearly, there is no need to continue playing the game.

"Is there any safe place here?" He thought of Edwin, the poor ugly guy.

"Hunter's Society," the old hunter looked at him and said, "If you want to find a place to spend a peaceful night, you can go there. It's quiet enough, and the surrounding area has been cleared by me and my companions. It's located on the east side of the fox cave... Oh, over there, there is the bell tower. There is a fox church over there. We built a temporary base there."

"Can I bring someone?" he asked.

"Only normal ones can pass. Of course, it doesn't matter if there are abnormal ones." The old hunter smiled and patted his hunting crossbow with a confident expression.

The hunting crossbow will take care of everything that is not normal, leaving only the normal ones.

They separated again. This was a crucial night for the old hunter Charles to investigate the secrets of this place, and it was not appropriate for him to have a flustered undead around him.

I didn't take the initiative to ask to follow the other party when I was on the morning of the eighth day. We have to save face if we don't die. Besides, he already knows the temporary base of the Hunters' Association in the Fox Cave. The next thing he should do is to send Edwin there.

This entry was not so smooth, and after trying to bypass the enthusiastic villagers several times, he got lost again.

The dust blown up by the night wind carried an intriguing scent of grapes, which made him feel refreshed. The sour grapes he had always wanted to taste were obviously nearby.

It was a high wall, about as tall as four adults, with a vine growing down from the top.

On the vines grow beautiful grapes that look like black gems.

Every second of the turbid moonlight exudes an intoxicating scene.

I reached out to try to pick it up at 8:00 in the morning, but suddenly a voice came from inside the high wall: "Are you a stranger?"

The sound is a bit muffled.

"Yes, I'm a stranger." I paused, since he had been discovered, he couldn't do anything else.

"These are the grapes I planted." His voice was weak, and it sounded as if he had just finished a very tiring physical job. It was almost all panting. "If you want to pick them, please do me a favor."

"What help?" He was surprised at how dense the tasks in this village were. He hadn't walked far when he encountered the second one. The voice sounded very difficult, and the sound of the throat was moving when speaking: "I want aphids. Bring at least 50. The more the better."

"aphid?"

He had met aphid removers before, but he had never found aphids.

"Where do I go to catch aphids?" he inquired.

"You can hardly see aphids in the vineyards. The pickers are very careful, but you can go to their homes and see that sometimes they like to breed some."

"Raising aphids?" I seemed to have heard some extraordinary information at eight in the morning.

The voice said, “There will always be one.”

"Well, where are they? I'm not familiar with this area. If you don't tell me where they are and let me find them myself, then I can only say that I don't really want grapes."

I reacted quickly in the morning. He could tell that the other party wanted something from him, so he took the opportunity to increase his bet.

Sure enough, the other party spoke again: "If you go up this road, you will see vineyard workers. They will patrol nearby, trying to catch some people wandering around at night. If you can avoid their pursuit and follow them, you can go home."

"They will surely go home? Not to the vineyard?"

"If they can't catch anyone, they will definitely go home. They also have to go off work."

The sound from the other side of the wall made me stunned for a moment. What? The red-named monsters also have to go off work! Sure enough, this is a magical world. It's too unscientific.

So he set out on the search again.

The two tasks placed upon him made his obsession with completing them stronger and stronger.

After spending a long time again, he finally found an aphid remover. This time he did not pounce on him to kill him but stayed far behind him, following him carefully all the way.

The other party did not discover them during the whole process. Although many people joked that the real successful infiltration was to kill all adults who saw them, in fact, everyone was just disgusted by the decryption and tracking parts that forcibly prolonged the game time, not that they did not know how to play.

I followed the aphid remover through two paths, watching and listening to each other.

This should be where they live.

A building that looks like a dormitory. Unlike ordinary residents who like to use heavy doors to completely cover themselves, these vineyard growers live in a small house with a very narrow door.

About two or three minutes after the other party entered, I quietly took action. There was only one upward staircase made entirely of wood on the first floor, and there were burning torches on the wall next to it.

He walked up the narrow stairs and after circling around twice, he finally reached the second floor.

The fire on the second floor was very bright. The flames in the coal brazier jumped and burned, casting a dazzling orange-red light. The light shone on the undead man's face, making him squint subconsciously.

Thump thump thump, the footsteps are approaching quickly.

He raised the boning knife almost instinctively, and at the moment when his force collided with the opponent's, he successfully knocked the opponent over with his greater weight. He jumped up, grasping the boning knife with both hands, and chopped it down heavily.

There were a few thuds of bones being chopped into pieces.

The image of the undead holding a bone-chopping knife and dismembering the plant workers on the second floor was completely reflected on the window, with blood splattering everywhere, like some kind of slaughter scene by a murderer.

To prevent himself from dying, he stabbed him two more times.

Now it can be confirmed that this is really a horrific scene!
(End of this chapter)