This is not a weird story

Wei An was just observing and didn't get close to the old man.

Not long after, there were still other slaves returning from outside one after another, and under the instructions of the guardian, they entered the wooden cage with the door open.

After there were twenty people in the wooden cage where Wei An was, the door of the wooden cage was closed.

Except for the old man just now, all the other slaves subconsciously crowded together and stayed away from the old man. Only Wei An squatted in the middle of the wooden cage.

The old man's face was ashen and he didn't look at anyone else, but his eyes would occasionally flicker at Wei An.

A middle-aged man slowly approached Wei An, squatted next to him, and spoke in a low voice: "You just narrowly escaped with your life."

Wei An was surprised and looked sideways at the middle-aged man.

Seeing that this man's face was unfamiliar, but his facial features were almost the same as those from China, he asked in a low voice: "Why do you say that?"

The man said: "After the meat ball is fished out from the well, the person involved can refuse to take it. The consequence is that he will be killed by the guardian on the spot. However, the meat ball will still be taken away by someone, that is, the person next to the person involved. Just now. When you are at the well, the old man obviously doesn't want to take the meat ball. If he is killed by the guardian, you will be the next replacement. You must take the meat ball without having to salvage it. If you don't take it, the guardian The next person will kill you again, and then let the next person take it."

Wei An suddenly realized that he had indeed seen the old man hesitate for a long time before picking up the meat ball. If he gave up, the guardian would definitely let him take it after killing him.

Later, the old man probably picked up the meat ball and left because he was afraid of death.

"What is this meat ball?" Wei An asked.

Now he guessed that the person who took the initiative to talk to him should be a participant.

The middle-aged man said: "No one knows what it is. If a baby hatches, you will be the lucky one and can leave. If a devil hatches, you will be the unlucky one. Not only will you die, but you will die miserably and painfully. !”

"Devil?!" Wei An was surprised.

No wonder, after seeing the meat ball, some people chose not to take it away even though they knew they would be killed if they refused to take it away. Instead, they chose to be killed on the spot by the guardian.

It must be because it feels better to die a hundred times, and after taking away the meat ball, if a demon hatches, it will be more uncomfortable than being killed directly.

In other words, the probability of hatching a baby from a meat ball must be extremely low, but the probability of hatching a demon is very high, otherwise no fool would choose to be killed on the spot by the guardian.

Thinking of this, Wei An raised his head and looked at the old man again.

The old man seemed to notice the gaze and glanced back at him.

"Is this old man also a participant?" Wei An wondered.

He withdrew his gaze and asked directly to the middle-aged man beside him in a low voice: "Are you a participant?"

The middle-aged man didn't seem to feel the suddenness, but replied: "Many of the slaves here are participants."

"How long have you been in here?"

"Four months, five months, I don't know, maybe half a year."

Wei An was stunned. If this person had been involved in the ghost story for so long, it meant that he was not the person who came into the camp that time, but was the earliest participant in the ghost story.

At this moment, a young man walked into the open wooden cage diagonally opposite. Wei An looked up and found that the figure was familiar. After careful identification, he was sure that it was Jin Mingfei.

Because it was dark all around, Jin Mingfei did not see Wei An. He just entered the wooden cage and sat in the corner and could no longer be seen. He was obviously observing the surrounding environment.

There was nothing in his hands. It seemed that he had not fished anything out of the well, just like Wei An and most people.

Wei An did not call him for the time being. He was not familiar with the situation here. If the two of them talked through the wooden cage and attracted the attention of the bloody guardian, it would be even more detrimental to the next action.

"There must be more than one of you coming in, right?" The middle-aged man asked again at this moment.

He had obviously noticed that Wei An was not a native here, so he kept observing him and took the initiative to come over and say hello.

But this time Wei An didn't answer.

The middle-aged man continued: "There were a dozen participants who came in together before, and they all recognized each other by their tone of voice and were very familiar with each other. It seemed like it was some kind of camp. But then almost all of these people died. Bad luck. , a few became doomed, and a few were directly killed by the weirdness in the well during the salvage process..."

Hearing this, Wei An became alert.

It seems that more people did come here from the Hengai City camp before, and the middle-aged man found out some things. However, according to the middle-aged man, these people are almost dead and are classified as bad luck.

During the salvage, he was killed by the strange thing at the bottom of the well, which reminded Wei An of the long and thin hand that suddenly stretched out from the bucket just now.

Therefore, salvaging the meat ball is only one of the chances. There is also a greater chance of directly salvaging the weird thing from the well and being killed on the spot.

"Then do you know who of these people is still alive?" Wei An asked tentatively.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Of course I know, that crazy old man who never communicates with us is the same one."

As he spoke, he looked at the old man with the meat balls in front of him.

Wei An was stunned, never expecting that this old man was actually a participant from the Hengai City camp.

Before entering the ghost story, he and Jin Mingfei carefully memorized the faces of the two experts they were going to rescue. However, they didn’t know how much time had passed in the ghost story. When they got here, these slaves had messy long hair and sloppy beards. It was difficult to find them at all. Identify who is who.

"Crazy old man, is he crazy?" Wei An asked.

"No, I heard that his surname was Feng, but he never communicated with us. He could only talk to a group of people who came in." The middle-aged man explained, "Later, most of those people died, and he rarely spoke anymore. , so we all call him crazy old man."

"Feng?!" Wei An was shocked.

One of the two experts they want to rescue this time is in his sixties, named Feng Yiren.

He looked at the old man carefully again.

At this time, the crazy old man no longer looked back at Wei An, because the football-sized meat ball placed in front of him was squirming faster and faster, as if the thing inside was about to break out of the shell.

This made the crazy old man nervous.

"When will the meat ball burst and hatch?" Wei An asked the middle-aged man next to him.

"If it's slow, it'll only take two or three days, if it's fast, it'll be less than a day."

The middle-aged man saw that Wei An's tone towards him had become much better and he was no longer defensive. He immediately introduced himself, "My name is Yuan Cong. If you can find a way to leave here as soon as possible, little brother, don't forget to tell me. I feel like my luck is about to run out, and I might become the doomed one next time, or be directly killed by the weird thing in the well."

Wei An took a deep look at him and felt that this guy named Yuan Cong had extremely sharp eyesight. He must have caught something different about him, so he started talking to him so quickly. relation.

He has encountered this kind of people before in strange stories, such as Old Peter in the city of Guwa, but usually such people are very deep in the city and need to be dealt with carefully and cannot be completely trusted.

But having said that, if the old man who took away the meat ball is really Feng Yiren, it would be okay if the meat ball hatches into a baby, but if it hatches into a demon, Wei An must find a way to save him, and cannot just watch Feng Yiren transform into a doomed one. .

Thinking of this, Wei An glanced at the squirming flesh ball in front of the old man's skin.