The villagers and the long-armed man who led the way were not native to the world at all.
Like Qin Ze, they were all outsiders.
Traveler is just a nicer name.
There is actually a name recognized by all races for people like them - Abyss Wanderers.
There is no doubt that these people have to make a living in the abyss because the world is destroyed.
But without the imprint of the world, even if they are not eaten by strange beasts, their spirits will be infiltrated by the power of the abyss and become zombies after walking in the abyss for a long time.
This "lost world" provides a place for wanderers to settle down.
The long-armed man regarded Qin Ze as a wanderer like them, so he was so enthusiastic.
Qin Ze began to look forward to meeting the witch.
To be able to feel the changes in the world, at least one must be a chosen person.
Will the witch be a local native?
The villagers along the way cast curious eyes at Qin Ze and smiled politely at him.
Qin Ze couldn't help but sigh that everyone was so friendly.
If the old guys could be as polite as the villagers, they wouldn't give him a headache every day.
The long-armed man brought Qin Ze to a stone house in the village and stopped.
"The witch is inside."
"Every new traveler who visits our world must meet the witch first."
"This is our tradition."
Qin Ze nodded: "Thank you for leading the way."
The long-armed man then pointed Qin Ze in a direction: "Go that way, the eleventh room is empty."
"After visiting the witch, you can go back and rest directly."
"There will be a bonfire party in the square of the village after dark. It's very lively. If you are interested, you can participate."
After telling Qin Ze some things, the long-armed man turned and left.
Qin Ze stood in front of the door and felt it carefully with his mental power, but found that the stone house could isolate mental detection.
He raised his hand and knocked on the door gently.
"Hello, I..."
Qin Ze's self-introduction has not yet been finished, and the door opened automatically.
As it was getting dark, the light in the room was very dim, with only a few weak candles.
A skinny old man sat cross-legged on a mat and closed his eyes in meditation. There was only one eye in the middle of his forehead.
Qin Ze had a good memory. He did not see any villagers who looked like the old man along the way.
Wu opened his eyes, his eyes were clear and bright, which was very different from his skinny figure.
"Welcome to our world, traveler from the abyss."
Qin Ze said politely: "Thank you for taking me in."
He could not feel any blood fluctuations from the old man, as if he was just an ordinary old man.
Wu smiled and said, "You're welcome. All those who gathered here were once wanderers from the abyss."
"But everyone is lucky to have rebuilt their homes here."
Qin Ze asked, "Are you not from this world?"
Wu shook his head, "Of course not."
"When we discovered this world, it was already on the brink of destruction."
"Everyone rebuilt the new world with their own hands."
"It is because we have been caught in the rain that we hold umbrellas for others."
"The door to the world is open to all travelers from the abyss."
Wu is not a native either.
Good guy, there is not a single local in such a big world.
The witch continued, "You can stay as long as you want, and you can leave whenever you want."
"But I believe that after you live here for a few days, you will never want to leave again."
"In the abyss, there is no place safer than this place."
Qin Ze heard the confusion in his heart: "The gate to the abyss is opened every day, why don't strange beasts come in?"
The witch smiled mysteriously: "Because this place is blessed by God."
Qin Ze was stunned. He now has PTSD when he hears the word "God".
The witch said lightly: "You look very tired, go and rest."
"Remember to attend the bonfire party in the evening, you will understand and like this place."
"Also, don't enter the forest at night."
Qin Ze nodded and said goodbye.
At the moment when the stone house door was closed, the witch's cheeks on both sides suddenly opened two eyes.
Even though he didn't speak, a voice that sounded like a man and a woman came out of his body.
"Here comes a very special little guy."
...
Qin Ze walked into the room arranged for him by the long-armed man.
The furnishings in the room were very simple.
A bed, a table, a chair, and an oil lamp.
The room was very clean, and it was obvious that someone cleaned it regularly.
Qin Ze sat on a chair by the window, looking at the deepening night outside the window and fell into thought.
The god mentioned by the witch made him very concerned. Could it be that another bull-headed brother was causing trouble?
He used the key to feel carefully, but did not find the world will of this world.
Was it not born, or had it already disappeared?
And in the villageQin Ze felt a sense of absurdity and unreality in his heart because of the warm and friendly villagers.
He thought of Zi Yue and others again.
Where are they now and what is their purpose here.
Questions lingered in Qin Ze's mind.
"We have to go out of the village tomorrow."
Qin Ze looked at the forest shrouded in the night in the distance, like a huge mouth of an S-level beast.
Miss Jian Xia said disappointedly: "Why is there not even a pot of flowers in the house? It's so monotonous."
Qin Ze smiled: "I'll take you outside to water it tomorrow."
Miss Jian Xia was so happy that she almost flew up.
It's a pity that she still has to pretend to be an ordinary sword box.
Soon after, the villagers walked out of the house with torches and gathered in the small square.
Qin Ze carried Miss Jian Xia on his back and said: "Let's go, let's go and have some fun."
A blazing bonfire was ignited in the small square.
The villagers sat around the bonfire, wrapped in an animal blanket.
Wu sat cross-legged beside the campfire facing the villagers, his peaceful face against the firelight.
"Here."
The long-armed man waved to Qin Ze and made room for him.
"Thank you."
The long-armed man smiled and said, "You're welcome, we are all family."
A Bing said, "Tsk," "You are a family, what are we?"
Seeing that everyone was there, Wu put his hands together and slowly said, "We lost our original world, but fortunately we came to the blessed land. Everything is arranged by fate."
The villagers held hands with each other and sang a ballad that sounded very ancient in the spirit language.
The long-armed man held Qin Ze's hand and said, "Together, you will slowly learn it in the future."
Wu picked up a very simple three-stringed harp in his arms and matched the ballad with a nice background song.
Qin Ze looked puzzled. What was going on with this sudden fan meeting?
The villagers sang one song after another.
Gradually, Qin Ze couldn't help but blend in.
The song seemed to have a power that penetrated the soul, and it was warm and refreshing.
Qin Ze suddenly felt sleepy, and his eyelids became heavier.
He hummed the ballad while lying on the ground. A second before his eyes closed, he saw a tall tower rising in the forest in the distance.
The sky was full of stars, and the tower was surrounded by the bright Milky Way, like a soft ribbon on a girl's body.