The Era of Game

11 Dangerous Food

    Wan Jingtian guessed that the reason why Yang Shuo left Shi Rongshan and Shuitian Village's greatest strength under the mountain was either to concentrate on domestication or to do something that must be done by so many people. But Wan Jingtian couldn't guess what it was and didn't want to guess. After all, his mission is to rescue these villagers, not to break some bandit organization.

    In fact, for Wan Jingtian, it is still possible for a person to sneak away before the real Shuiyu envoy arrives; but now because he has taken over the punishment task of the system, all the villagers must be rescued. It's difficult! ——He is only alone, he needs force but no force, spiritual power but no spiritual power, and no three heads and six arms. How can he save?

    But the task is still to be completed after all, and a breakthrough has to be found.

    Wan Jingtian pondered for a while and felt that he should first explore the situation on the mountain before making a decision.

    He asked Qianqian, "Where are the villagers of Shuitian Village that Li Zheng brought back?"

    Qianqian replied carefully: "The place where the prisoners are held should be at the rear peak of Shirong Mountain. However, according to the rules in the cottage, we cannot go in and out of the rear peak at will, so Qianqian has never been there. But you are the master rudder. The water under the main seat makes Sir, Qianqian feels that if you go to the third brother, the third brother should take you there."

    Wan Jingtian didn't want to go to Li Zheng. The man Li Zheng has wicked eyebrows and squirrel eyes. What's more, the Mongolian sweat medicine in this breakfast bun was given by Li Zheng. Wan Jingtian estimated that Li Zheng didn't have many good intentions for him. Even if he really just wants to be stunned, it will never be as simple as just wanting him to sleep.

    On the surface, Wan Jingtian promised: "Well, well, since this is the case, I won’t embarrass you. But Qianqian, I still don’t worry about the condiments in this bun. I think you should prove to me that it is really good. It’s just Mongolian sweat medicine."

    Qianqian's eyes widened: "How do you prove this?"

    Wan Jingtian smiled and handed a steamed bun forward again: "Of course I ate it."

    Qianqian grasped her neckline tightly, with a strange expression on her face: "Eat it?"

    Wan Jingtian squeezed a piece of stone in his other hand. He looked at the sharp edge of the piece of stone, then at Qianqian, and sneered: "If you refuse, I can only think what's in this bun. With stronger medicine, then I have a reason to kill you, and then go out and kill Li Zheng."

    Qianqian shivered, biting her lower lip, seeming to be engaged in a fierce ideological struggle, and her hand gripping the collar became tighter. Finally, she reached out tremblingly, took the bun, and hesitated, as if she had made a lot of determination and bit down...

    Wan Jingtian seriously watched Qianqian eating the buns, taking one bite at a time, and Qianqian cried silently while eating.

    The girl's mind seems to be delicate and difficult to understand, but taking a Mongolian sweat medicine, so sad?

    When she finally finished eating, Qianqian raised her head and glared at Wan Jingtian with a bitter look; then her eyes became weaker and weaker, and her eyes became looser and looser; then, she lay down on the table and stopped moving.

    Wan Jingtian walked over, touched her breath, and it was steady and normal. After observing her complexion, she was ruddy as before, confirming that Qianqian was indeed asleep, and believed that the steamed bun was indeed just added with Mongolian sweat medicine.

    It's just that Wan Jingtian asked Qianqian to eat buns, not just for her to test the poison. He still needs...

    Well, he didn't have any extra thoughts at this time. He hugged Qianqian on the bed, put Qianqian face in, covered her with the quilt, and then pulled down the bed curtain. Looking from the outside, you can only see that someone is resting on the bed, but you can't see the figure of that person.

    Wan Jingtian took off his "fancy costumes" and changed into the bandit costumes that he had prepared for him in the room; he observed through the door and saw no one to guard him before he walked out.

    He decided to go to the back peak of Shirong Mountain to find out!

    The guest room of the Water Royal Envoy is in a separate courtyard. There is a fairly flat slope outside the courtyard, and on the top of the slope is the tallest building. The building was built with blue bricks and blue tiles, with dozens of stone steps leading to its main entrance, which looked like the core of the entire cottage.

    If you look from the top of the slope, the entire slope should be unobstructed. Fortunately, there were no bandits guarding the front of the building and the entire slope at this time. Thanks to Yang Shuo for bringing most of the bandits down the mountain.

    Wan Jingtian walked hurriedly along the slope. He estimated that he could see the back peak after bypassing the top of the slope.

    But before he could go far, he was suddenly covered by someone’s mouth, and his body was suddenly pulled back by the person, his center of gravity was unstable, he fell backward, and then he was dragged back into the side alley.

    The whole process is very straightforward.

    The person behind him vigorously pinched Wan Jingtian's mouth with one hand, and grabbed Wan Jingtian's hands with the other, and asked in a low voice but viciously: "Say, where is the Qingyuan sword!?"

    Wan Jingtian whimpered, thinking, this big brother, how can you tell me to speak when you cover my mouth so tightly?

    Seeing that Wan Jingtian didn't say anything, the man squeezed his hand tighter: "Little thief, can you tell me?!"

    Wan Jingtian's cheeks were pinched sorely, his whimpering became more intense, and even his feet started kicking uselessly.

    The people behind finally reacted and moved the hand holding Wan Jingtian's mouth down to his neck, complaining: "You little thief, since I covered my mouth and couldn't answer, why didn't you tell me earlier? ?"

    Wan Jingtian: "..."

    "Say, where is the Qingyuan Sword?!" the man asked again.

    Wan Jingtian was controlled by others and had to answer obediently: "I don't know!"

    The man's hand locked his throat increased by one more point: "Hard mouth? If you don't say it, I will kill you!"

    "Oh, oh, I said, I said!" Wan Jingtian didn't want to die here, so he said casually, "The Qingyuan sword is hidden in the back peak over there."

    "Houfeng?"

    "Why, don't you know? The rear peak of Shirong Mountain is a place for hiding things. It's just that ordinary people are not allowed to approach that place at ordinary times, so I don't know where the Qingyuan sword is on the rear peak! How about you Go find it by yourself?" Wan Jingtian thought, he would go to the back peak anyway to find out. It would be nice to let this stupid guy explore the way first.

    The people behind did not have much doubt about Wan Jingtian's words. He said, "Okay, then you take me!"

    Take him? It sounds like he is innocently recognizing the way! Take him there, don't you just show your stuff?

    Wan Jingtian's mind turned around, sighed, and said, "It's just...not to hide from this hero, I haven't eaten anything for a day and night. This way, I will have to walk a lot from the peak to the peak. I have no strength!"

    That person was also naive. After hearing this, he really took out a cloth bag as big as a water sac on his body and handed it to Wan Jingtian: "This is the potato my father brought when I went out. You can eat it quickly. We have to Before Yang Shuo comes back, take the Qingyuan Sword!"

    Whoops, this feeling also knows that Yang Shuo is not in the cottage at this time? It seems to have come prepared.

    When Wan Jingtian received the cloth bag, he saw the person's appearance: seventeen or eighteen years old, tall and strong, with a lame foot, and a slightly dull look like his work style.

    Opening the cloth bag, it really contained a few boiled potatoes. It is true that Wan Jingtian has not eaten anything day and night, and it is also true that the stomach is empty now. He took out a potato and took a bite. It was soft and waxy, and it tasted good. The only downside was that it was cold.

He took a second bite, but this time, before he could swallow it, he plopped and fell to the ground, his eyes widened, but he didn't move anymore.