A Genius and a God Fell In Love

Everyone rummaged through the thatched house but found no useful clues.

Zhao Yan opened the lid and found nothing in the pot.

He was a little disappointed, he had expected at least a few steamed buns.

The old woman said: It seems that the person looking at the wheat field is not at home.

At this time, Qian Xia's voice came from outside, There is a half-finished scarecrow here.

Everyone walked to the back of the house in search of the sound, where there were straws placed next to the small bench.

Qian Xia is observing the half-finished scarecrow.

Let me see.

Zhao Yan walked over. Before his hand touched the scarecrow, he heard a sharp voice, Don't move. Who allowed you to touch my scarecrow privately?

Everyone looked up and saw a man wearing a bamboo hat and raincoat running over.

Wearing a clown mask on his face, at first glance he thought the scarecrow in the wheat field was alive.

Everyone looked at her warily, yes, it was her.

The voice she shouted just now was female.

She ran over and sat on the bench and started to make a scarecrow with a skillful technique. She was obviously an expert at making scarecrows.

Nangong Nan's eyes swept across her body and paused on her hand for a moment.

The middle-aged man said: This girl, you...

I'm a farmer, the woman corrected.

The middle-aged man went straight to the point: Can these scarecrows of yours hurt people?

The scarecrow is the guardian of the wheat field. The scarecrow will not let go of any thieves who try to steal the wheat.

The players looked at each other.

So, they guessed wrong?

The deceased was not killed by the housekeeper, but was frightened to death by the scarecrow?

Zhao Yan whispered: Ask me why Dreamland turned pink?

The young man coughed lightly and asked: Hello, Ms. Farmer, why is your wheat pink?

The farmer stopped moving his hands, sighed and said, Because the weather has changed.

He looked at the sky and said to himself: The weather has changed. I hope there won't be hail. The wheat will be harvested in a few days, but we must not let hail fall.

The players also looked up at the sky. The pink sky was the same as when they first entered, with no change.

So, where did he know that things were going to change?

Taozi whispered: Farmer sister, don't worry, it won't hail.

The farmer put down the straw and scarecrow in his hands, stood up and walked to the wheat field, looking worriedly.

He came back and sat down to make a scarecrow.

He said to himself: I need to tie up a few more scarecrows to protect the wheat field.

The young man said: So, why did the wheat field turn pink?

The farmer sighed: Because the weather has changed.

She looked at the sky and said worriedly: The weather has changed. I hope there won't be hail. The wheat will be harvested in the next few days, but there must be no hail.

Then, she put down her work and walked to the wheat field to look at it, seeming very worried.

Then he sat back down.

Players: ...

Zhao Yan was disappointed, I guess I can't ask anything. The NPC settings for this round of the game should be like this.

Taozi said: Then let's try another question.

She asked: Farmer sister, where is your family?

The farmer said: Don't go to the wheat field, otherwise you will be killed by the scarecrow. Don't blame me for not warning you.

Taozi was unwilling to ask again: Where do the other people in Dreamland live?

The farmer said, Others? Of course they live in their own homes.

Taozi's eyes lit up and she asked, Where is their home?

Others? Living in their own homes, of course.

...

The players looked disappointed. Zhao Yan said: The judge said that he could find clues from the indigenous people, but he couldn't ask anything at all.

The mysophobic man said: There are also the previous ginseng dolls. They seem to live in their own world. Although they can have simple conversations with us, they are obviously not on the same channel most of the time.

You are too impatient. The old woman picked up the hemp rope that the farmer dropped and handed it to her, saying, You have to look for clues slowly and piece them together bit by bit.

But there were no clues just now.

The middle-aged man said: There are clues. If the weather changes, there will be clues.

The others looked at him, waiting for him to continue.

The middle-aged man looked serious and said, We asked why the wheat field turned pink, and she said the weather had changed.

Uncle, she said the weather has changed and it's going to hail.

Zhao Yan waved his hand and said, It's not on the same channel as us.

Ma Yuan said: I think the uncle is right. Changes in the weather may be a clue.

While everyone was discussing, Nangong Nan seemed to be looking at the surrounding scenery casually.

Then, his eyes casually fell on the farmer.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the old woman looking at the farmer, with a gentle expression and the look of a kindly old man.

Nangong Nan was thoughtful.

Qian Xia said: Let's go, let's go elsewhere and ask other aborigines.

As soon as everyone took a step forward, the farmer who was carefully planting the scarecrow suddenly spoke, Won't you help me?

What? Zhao Yan replied subconsciously.

The farmer raised the face wearing a clown mask, the features on the mask were drawn in a darker pink.

The curve of his mouth formed a weird smile, There are still a lot of scarecrows to make, please help me.

Taozi asked: What's the benefit of helping you build a scarecrow? Can you answer more questions?

The farmer repeated in a flat voice: There are still a lot of scarecrows to make, please help me.

Everyone looked at each other.

The middle-aged man said: Sorry, we have other things to do, no...

The farmer suddenly threw away the scarecrow and stood up.

Players clearly felt the anger radiating from her body, There are still a lot of scarecrows to be done, please help me. She said again.

I don't know if the atmosphere was too gloomy, but the smile on the farmer's face seemed to widen, and a terrifying and gloomy atmosphere flowed in the air.

No one dared to answer the call again.

Because they have not forgotten the player who was scared to death before.

The players swallowed and slowly backed away.

Someone yelled and ran away.

Several people spread their legs and ran forward as hard as they could.

Ouch.

The old woman's legs and feet were weak and she fell to the ground, groaning in pain.

Everyone stopped.

Just then, a strong wind blew from the wheat field.

The scarecrow standing in the wheat field flew over in the wind.

They smile strangely, like owls on a branch at midnight, making people's heads tingle.

Run!

However, human foot strength cannot be compared to flying.

In a blink of an eye, they were surrounded by scarecrows.

The strong wind blew the wheat ears, and the thorns on the wheat ears were like long needles, which stung and stung on the face.

Everyone quickly raised their arms to cover their faces.

Zhao Yan felt that the light above his head suddenly dimmed.

Looking up, he saw an enlarged clown's face in front of him.

It laughed strangely and opened its big mouth. The black hole in the mouth was like an abyss, and it could swallow a person whole in one mouthful.