Let the Scourge Go to the Right Path, and You Make Games to Reward Them?

Chapter 662 Cutting Trees (22)

Chapter 662 Cutting Trees (2/2)

Looking around blankly, Zhang Ting found nothing, and at the same time he couldn't figure out what that voice was.

Covering his head, he couldn't remember how he got here, nor could he figure out his exact identity.

But before he hesitated for too long, another voice rang in his ears: "Your name is Zhang Ting, an ordinary woodcutter. Today when you went up the mountain to chop wood, you were suddenly surrounded by fog, and when you woke up, you came here. You seem to have forgotten who you are, but your ability to chop wood is still there."

"You got the initial item, a shining axe."

With a "bang", something fell beside Zhang Ting, and even in the foggy present, it still emitted a cold light.

Bending down, Zhang Ting picked up the axe, wiped it lightly, and saw a blood mark on his thumb.

"Good axe!" Zhang Ting nodded with satisfaction, recognizing his identity as a woodcutter.

But then, he stared at his wound and said, "Strange, why doesn't it hurt at all?"

When people are killed, they die.

When people bleed, they feel pain.

This should be a very simple truth, but for some reason, it always feels like it doesn't work on me.

"Maybe it has something to do with the fog. This fog is really weird."

Suddenly, a gloomy wind blew, making Zhang Ting feel a bone-chilling cold. He couldn't help but hug his shoulders and shiver.

It should have been summer before he came in, because he was still wearing a shorts and only half of his pants.

The days of chopping wood made his body stronger, but the temperature here was very low, and he started shivering soon.

"Cold nights are coming...Does it mean it will get very cold here?"

Picked up the axe, Zhang Ting wanted to chop some wood to make a fire, but soon gave up the idea.

He had just arrived here and didn't understand many things. What if a tree demon accidentally jumped out when he was chopping trees and dragged him back to be the wife of the village leader, and he would live a life of doing math problems every day from then on, that would not be good.

"Wait, shouldn't the normal idea be to live a shameless life with the tree demon day after day, why do I want to do math problems? Could it be that I was a particularly weird person before I lost my memory?"

After thinking about his past over and over again, Zhang Ting felt that his past was definitely not simple.

It's a pity that the weather is getting colder and colder, and the jackdaws above his head are getting noisier, making him completely unable to figure out who he is.

Looking up, Zhang Ting saw that there seemed to be more crows on the dead tree.

Just now there were only two or three crows, but now there are seven or eight.

These black guys landed neatly on the branches, their cold eyes with a layer of frost, making the air around them even colder.

They obviously didn't speak, but Zhang Ting could hear a lot of shrill cries, which made his chest a little stuffy.

Pick up the axe, Zhang Ting glanced at the crows, turned around and walked towards the village.

As soon as he entered the village, he found that there were many people here.

These people were wearing simple shorts like himself, but the tools in their hands were not quite the same.

Some of them were axes like himself.

Some of them were bows and arrows, with some arrowheads attached.

Some were hoes, with a bag hanging around their waists, which was bulging and should be full of seeds.

When Zhang Ting looked at them blankly, they also looked at Zhang Ting blankly.

They didn't know where they were, who the person in front of them was, and even who they were.

After walking around the village, Zhang Ting wrote down the number of people and confirmed that there were 101 people here.

"Strange, why is it 101? Wouldn't 100 people be more convenient?"

Just when Zhang Ting was puzzled, he heard a strong flapping sound.

He raised his head, his pupils dilated, and the scene in front of him made him astonished.

In front of him, tens of thousands of crows circled in the air, and then fell one by one, landing on the branches outside the village.

When they arrived, the darkness around them became thicker and thicker. The village that could see things just now could only vaguely see a single figure.

As darkness fell, the cold air in the air became more and more intense. The cold wind whistled and cut his face like a knife, freezing his ears.

In the shrill crows, Zhang Ting felt his body getting colder and colder.

Before he completely lost consciousness, he saw something crawling up beside him and walking towards the jackdaws.

It was impossible to tell whether the other party was a man or a woman, only a vague human figure could be seen. It walked directly into the jackdaws, and black wings emerged from its back, making it look like a huge crow, returning to the crows.

After watching this last scene, Zhang Ting slowly closed his eyes and heard the strange voice:

"The first reincarnation ends, and the second reincarnation begins."

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"You have two more chances."

Opening his eyes suddenly, Zhang Ting found himself back at the entrance of the village.

The only difference was that this time, he did not hear the voice introducing his identity, and he directly got his axe.

Staring at his axe, Zhang Ting felt as if he had a big dream, but the warm feeling before freezing to death was very clear.

"Reincarnation... twice... does that mean I can die again?"

The sound of crows came to Zhang Ting's mind from his deep thought, and he saw the jackdaw on the dead tree.

There were not many jackdaws now, but the cold eyes of the other party were as always, looking at Zhang Ting as if he was looking at a dead person.

Without hesitation, Zhang Ting picked up the axe, strode back to the village, and then shouted loudly: "Is there anyone like me who has died once!"

The people nearby looked at him in confusion, as if they were looking at a madman.

After shouting for more than ten times, Zhang Ting found that no one responded, and then he was sure that he was the only one who had reincarnated here.

No longer shouting, Zhang Ting held the axe and shouted to a man on the side: "Hurry up, go chop down a tree!"

"Who are you? Go somewhere else... Cool, cool, cool! Big brother, cool!"

Looking at the axe across his neck, the man shouted in horror: "Big brother, isn't it just chopping down a tree? Is that so serious?"

"Don't worry about it, go chop down a tree!"

The man's eyes rolled, and then he said flatteringly: "Big brother, chopping down a tree requires an axe, why not..."

"Then use your teeth! Hurry up, don't be idle! If you don't want to die, chop down a tree!"

When people are confused, they need a voice.

Although most of the people present didn't understand the situation, seeing that Zhang Ting was so persistent and the weather was so cold, they just listened to him.

Those with axes started to chop down trees, and those without axes started to transport trees.

At first, only a few people were working, but as more people did it, others began to join in out of curiosity, and soon more than half of the people were attracted to chop down trees together.

As the trees gradually became more numerous, Zhang Ting measured the moisture of the trees and then called out, "Who can start a fire?"

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