"And..."
Chen Miao's eyes narrowed slightly; just now, when the rocket was about to descend on the village chief's head, its speed suddenly beca extrely slow, as if the man's body was dodging the spear in mid-air at a pace slowed down by countless tis.
It seed like...
a domain-type slowing skill?
Was it possible to slow down everything within a certain range, except for one's own attacks?
It looked sowhat like a rule-based skill.
This young man, being a high-level supernatural being, surely wouldn't lack tools with special effects or taboo items. But even so, without using any ans other than a rocket, he was controlled and immobilized on the spot.
Yes.
Wasn't this a skill that possessed extrely strong controlling power?
...
This scene was witnessed by everyone below the stage, causing several to twitch at the sight. No one expected the village chief, who seed frail, to have such strong combat power.
The burly man standing next to Chen Miao whispered, "This is the disgusting part about the C-level Secret Realm, there's always so bizarrely powerful stuff that defies all logic. It's nothing like the E-level Secret Realm—how strong can an old man get, after all?"
"Like this old man, he's a plot character."
"Within this secret realm, he's an invincible existence, virtually impossible to kill. The only way to clear this Secret Realm Mission is to complete the task."
Secret Realm Mission?
If he rembered correctly, wasn't the task of the Secret Realm Mission to gain approval from the village chief? Yet the village chief had seen through his lie about deceit in the village from a young age, seemingly not very impressed with him on first impression.
Could he still earn his approval?
"Everyone has worked hard."
At this mont—
Supported by several villagers with the help of a cane, the village chief approached and said with a smile, "You've all been through a lot today and must be tired. There are a few empty houses in the village where you can rest for the night. Tomorrow at noon, we will officially hold a trial for these three on the stage."
"You've all worked hard."
"Little He, show them the way."
"Yes."
...
Soon—
They were led to several houses in the very center of the village. There were seven unoccupied houses in total, all of which looked fairly clean through the windows, free of dust.
According to the man leading the way, these houses were unoccupied for a long ti, specifically reserved by the village chief to accommodate outsiders.
Beyond a sneer in his heart, Chen Miao had no other thoughts. He had never heard of such remote mountain villages setting aside houses especially for outsiders. These houses at the center of the village gave off a subtly enclosed feeling.
It felt like surveillance.
Next door was the village chief's house.
The chief's house was also the largest in the village, very imposing. In front stood two stone female figures.
Yes, not stone lions, but stone won.
The two stone sculptures of won were headless, cleaved off at the neck, their bodies incredibly white. It seed that they hadn't been defaced by children's reckless doodling.
At this mont, the village chief also returned, smiling and waving at them before slowly making his way into his house with the support of the villagers below, looking like a dying old man, showing no signs of the man who had just speared another to death monts ago.
"Oh, right."
After Little He had settled them in, he suddenly reminded them with profound aning, "After nightfall, try not to leave this room. There might be so unrest in the village, and each of your rooms will be equipped with a protection talisman."
"As long as you have this talisman, you are absolutely safe."
Having said that, he turned around and left alone.
Leaving the five of them standing in place.
...
"Here."
The brawny man glanced at the departing figure of Little He, fumbled in his pocket for a while, and then pulled out a cigarette, placing it between his lips. He lit it up and started puffing out smoke rings, "The new plot is unfolding, and if nothing goes amiss, there'll be all sorts of demons and ghosts tonight."
"But according to what they say, as long as we stay indoors, sheltered by the protection talisman, there shouldn't be any problems."
Chen Miao looked at the brawny man in surprise, not because he was surprised by the man's understanding, but by the cigarette dangling from his lips.
That cigarette was obviously much larger than a normal one; just its diater was a good 10 centiters, and its length was about forty centiters, giving off the impression that one might faint from excess tar intake right after smoking it.
"Oh."
The brawny man caught Chen Miao's gaze, grinned, and explained while shaking the cigarette in his hand, "I'm too big, and all muscle, the regular cigarettes are too small, I can't even hold them."
"So, I had a batch custom-made, and they're much more satisfying to smoke."
"One can last half a day."
"I used to smoke two packs a day, but ever since I got these custom cigarettes, I only smoke five a day now, so my smoking has significantly reduced."
"..."
Chen Miao's face wore an odd expression, and he didn't speak; he actually wanted to say that one of those was equivalent to several packs of cigarettes, but he still gave a thumbs-up, showing his admiration, before casually walking into one of the houses.
The sky was gradually turning dusk.
One could vaguely see a yellow tint on the horizon, but it was still light.
The mont he entered the house, he saw the protection talisman hanging on the door, a pouch filled with herbs, emitting a strong fragrance, and covered with all sorts of symbols he didn't understand.
If no one had ntioned it was a protection talisman, he might have thought it was just a scented sachet.
After fiddling with the object for a bit, he didn't disturb its placent, but let it continue hanging on the door. The furnishing inside the house was exceedingly simple. It was just a small rectangular house with no backyard.
A square-shaped residential housing.
About fifty square ters in size, which for a single room was quite spacious, even felt a bit empty. The main reason for this sense of spaciousness was because there were too few pieces of furniture in the room.
A bed, a table, a chair, a chamber pot.
That was it.
There was no toilet in the house, nor a backyard, just a chamber pot under the bed, which clearly indicated that if one needed to use the bathroom in the middle of the night, the pot was the only option, besides the basic sleeping arrangents, there really was nothing else.
Even necessities for washing up were absent.
Not to ntion cooking and entertainnt anities.
However, what caught Chen Miao's attention was that the space under the bed was hollow, and the distance between the bed and the floor was a good thirty centiters—a terrifying number. It ant hiding a person under the bed was an overly simple matter.
It would be quite plausible for soone to suddenly crawl out from under the bed in the middle of the night.
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