At that moment, Mo Longwei was about to drink the bowl of soup, but was saved by two mysterious detectives who were passing by and destroyed the soup he was drinking, saving his life.
But this is not absolute luck. Good and evil in the world are always relative.
The two mysterious detectives were unable to save all the villagers who drank the soup. Under the pursuit of these violent villagers, they had to not only run away, but shamefully rush head-first into the countryside to confront the countryside as soon as possible. There are normal problems in the world that can overe Wenyatun's persistent hypnotic curse.
Mo Longwei allowed the villagers who did not eat the soup to flee the village. As the village chief, he had a duty to protect and protect the village. I couldn't leave the cursed villagers alone.
Fortunately, the curse in this soup only takes effect at night when the villagers are sleeping, so while life is normal during the day these days, most of the time it's chaos at night.
He locks the doors and windows of his house before nightfall, and then he can only defend his house with weapons, and does not dare to fall asleep, hoping that the night will e and a new day will begin. I was waiting for dawn.
Mo Longwei stayed up late at night and slept during the day. He continued this day/night schedule for three days. He was very nervous when he woke up and had constant nightmares when he went to sleep. Mo Longwei's mental state was clearly in trouble.
Occasionally, I would have strange hallucinations. The familiar villages he saw during the day were sometimes friendly and sometimes crazy. His fragile and sensitive nerves felt like they were being cut madly with a blunt knife, and it was so painful that at times he wanted to kill them all.
The most important thing is that Mo Longwei doesn’t even have anyone to talk to. It is impossible to tell ordinary villagers during the day that they will change at night. Consider the Fool.
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