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Du Jinghua could only be thankful that the dungeon in front of him was a single-player dungeon, and no companions would witness his wrong guess.

After regaining his composure, Du Jinghua expressionlessly put the props back into his backpack, preparing to return the compass to where it should go, such as a roadside shop or a trash can, after returning to the village.

The aroma of baking bread came from the kitchen, and the blacksmith had rested enough. However, the anticipation of the celebration still cheered up the villagers.

Du Jinghua slowed down her pace, raised her head, and looked towards the center of the village.

The introduction of the village mentioned that in order to celebrate the celebration, villagers need to make sacrifices in the square at night. The content of the sacrifice can be proof of battle, proof of fertility, or both, and then they can receive blessings.

For the villagers, the celebration is real and the blessings received are also real.

Proper rituals can have magic power.

Du Jinghua walked to the sundial with a clear goal, carefully put down the wolf teeth and freshly baked bread that he had beaten, and also adjusted the positions of the items to make the picture look more harmonious.

Villagers passing by were curious: "The celebration hasn't started yet. Why are you placing the sacrifices?"

Du Jinghua: "Has the celebration really not started yet?"

Villager: "???"

The other person's face was filled with real confusion.

Du Jinghua: "Maybe it has already started, but no one noticed it."

Perhaps it was her imagination, but the moment the words fell, the time around her seemed to freeze briefly.

"Tick tock."

The sound of moving hands sounded in the air.

Villager: "Has it... started yet?"

Du Jinghua said: "At least it is a reasonable investigation direction."

Of course, the reason why Du Jinghua made the above guess was not only because of her large imagination, but also the lack of onlookers in the single-player dungeon. Even if she guessed wrong, it would not become a black history, but also because on the way to do the task, Du Jinghua found that the NPCs in the village were dozing off and yawning all day long. Even core business locations such as blacksmith shops were temporarily closed because the boss could not support them.

Various details show that the villagers are in a state of overwork as a whole.

Du Jinghua, who always writes American-style essays at the end of the semester, felt that the picture in front of her had a sense of familiarity, reminding her of the days and nights when she stayed up late and worked hard for her grades.

Du Jinghua initially thought that the villagers were so tired because they were preparing for the celebration, but after running around the village for a few times, she was not sure because she felt that she was mainly doing the hard work...

The game often leaves hints to players on certain details. Since Du Jinghua felt that the villagers looked like they were staying up late, combined with today's weather and the inoperable sundial in the center of the square, an idea emerged in Du Jinghua's mind.

——Perhaps it is not daytime at all, but already night.

The celebration should begin.

At this moment, although the sky is still bright, the coolness around him is extremely obvious. Du Jinghua has never forgotten that "Lost Continent" is a world with magic. It is not impossible for the sky to be as bright as day at night.

Perhaps in response to Du Jinghua's speculation, a gust of wind blew away the thick clouds in the sky.

Du Jinghua looked up and saw a "sun" hanging in the sky. But if you look carefully for a moment, you will find that although the "sun" is shining, it is not dazzling, and its shape is more similar to a heart, but its shape is not regular enough.

The "sun" even gives the illusion of beating.

Magic, it's all magic.

Du Jinghua calmly lamented the background settings of the two copies in his heart.

After the onlookers whispered for a while, an old woman with gray hair walked out of a house near the square.

The old woman is holding a strange crutch that is taller than an adult. The stick is covered with complex runes and dotted with various beautiful feathers and gems. From its appearance, it can be seen that it must be a key NPC.

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