Chapter 041 Danniao Village

[21 years old: When that palm-sized little wooden man rushes into your face.

You are still hesitating whether to break it apart.

Even though you once punched a 60-year-old man, you can't really kick a child's toy, right?

But those old people are evil people who have grown old.

The kid is just a poor victim.

He just got out of the tree, you think you should not make things worse for this little woodworking genius.

After two or three rounds of fighting with the little wooden man, you pretended to be evenly matched with him and defeated him with great power, and then carefully captured him.

Perfect! Not a single scratch.

You look up proudly and meet the stunned expression of the child opposite you.

Well... it seems that your trick is not outdated yet. Kids in the past liked it, and kids now like this kind of plot too!

Her expression became peaceful and serene!

Where you didn't notice, a sigh of regret appeared faintly. For the first time, your morality has declined, which is really regrettable.

All in all, she is now very willing to communicate with you!

Both the nun and Sui Niang were good at talking, and they had a brief exchange with the child.

Everyone has made it clear that neither side is a bad person.

The child breathed a sigh of relief and muttered, "I almost thought I was going to die here today!"

Then she started saying something you couldn't understand at all.

For example, "I forgot to delete the browsing history on my phone, how ashamed." "I've been studying so hard for so many days, but I actually thought I was at the college entrance examination room when I got home." "I want to eat stir-fried pork with tripe and fish slices, deep-fried pork ribs with vinegar and kidney..."

You swallowed.

Sorry, you only have steamed buns in your hands.

You chewed the food without knowing how to enjoy it, and you became greedy. 】

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"This young man is called Wang Yu, and I am called Sui Niang, and this is Master Cheng Xin."

Sui Niang introduced with a smile.

Wang Yu nodded.

The nun said, "Namo Amitabha. If the child is feeling unwell, please ask me for medicine. I have added hawthorn to the medicine. It is sweet!"

The child opposite nodded.

She was about 1.6 meters tall, with messy short hair and a strange green and white outfit. Although it was dirty, one could still tell that the material was made with great care and the tailoring was excellent. The backpack she dropped near the locust tree contained several stacks of papers, which she was now holding in her arms. The paper with the picture of the big man in green with a black face had been taken back into her arms.

She is very fair and pretty, with dark almond-shaped eyes like clear lake water. Although she looks like a teenager, she always gives people a childlike feeling.

She introduced herself nervously and stumblingly: "My name is Wen Shu."

"I like drawing. Now I am very good at running 800 meters. I can run 1,000 meters as well! Anyway, I am not a burden! I can also draw things to come true and help you kill the enemies! My brain is still at its peak of development. I know everything about astronomy and geography! Really! Take me out with you!"

The child twisted his words in an effort to show his self-worth: "Me, you will definitely not lose out if you take me with you!"

Sui Niang and the nun looked at each other, then looked at Wang Yu, and all three parties understood what he meant.

"Okay, just follow us for now. I really need you for something."

The bright ribbon passed across Sui Niang's heroic cheek. She floated upwards, and a wanton smile appeared on her half-scarred face.

This made Wen Shu stunned. The child blinked, his cheeks flushed with excitement, and responded excitedly.

The nun walked in front, followed by Wang Yu, Wen Shu walked in the middle, and Sui Niang walked at the end.

As a swordsman, Jingchun's every strike would never miss the target. Branches and twigs would fall one after another, clearing away all obstacles in the way.

It was hot and stuffy in the forest, but Wen Shu didn't dare take off his school uniform jacket.

She has thin skin and tender flesh, and her blood is type O. If a mosquito doesn't bite her, no one present will let her go.

She still remembers the days when she lit a lamp and read horror stories in bed at night. It is hard to say whether the mosquitoes here are spirits or not.

She didn't want to get hit anyway.

There are kind people in front and behind.

Although the swordsman in front looks very cold, he can quickly chop away the branches that are blocking his way, acting as a considerate tree stylist.

Although the ghost sister behind her looked playful, she took the lead in accepting her and told her not to worry about being abandoned.

It’s great to meet a good person again!

There were gusts of cold wind behind her. If it were any other time, Wen Shu would have shivered and shouted "Emperor Guan, help me!" But at this moment, she squinted her eyes in extreme comfort, as if she had returned to the air-conditioned room of the past, with a rare sense of security.

Wen Shu followed with his schoolbag in his arms.

They walked along the winding path in the forest. Light was constantly seeping into the woods. Master Chengxin quickened her pace, crossed the obstacles, and finally saw a way out.

She breathed a sigh of relief. The nun held her waist with both hands, her breathing slightly quickened, and she laughed, "I almost thought I was really lost, otherwise I would have to rely on Daoist Friend Wang to ask for directions. Fortunately, I am not old and confused yet. Namo Amitabha, I have accumulated merits today."

Outside are several continuous mountains. Under the towering mountains is a village. Next to the village is a plain. On the plain is a large field of green seedlings. When the wind blows, the rice sways towards the visitors.

But what is surprising is that although it is an open area, it seems a bit depressing because of the heavy dark clouds in the sky and the mountains of different sizes surrounding it.

On the huge mountain, a large number of trees have been cut down, leaving only bare land, which looks somewhat ugly.

The sky is getting darker and the breeze brings the smell of water vapor. It's going to rain here soon.

Wen Shu couldn't help but shudder.

The soil was particularly moist. Wen Shu stepped on the ground and looked up at the sky. The trees in the distance were sparse and the weather was starting to get bad again.

She frowned a little uneasily. She really hated rain. It made it inconvenient to do anything.

The air smelled strongly of earth.

"This place looks familiar... Yes, yes, I am not mistaken, it is here." Master Chengxin muttered, "I originally practiced in the Buddhist temple here, look! It is on the shady side of that mountain."

"Really?" Sui Niang couldn't help but float over and asked curiously, "Are all the monks and nuns here like you?"

Nun Chengxin shook her head honestly: "How is that possible? I can't get along with them. They are just a bunch of lunatics."

Upon hearing this, Sui Niang and Wang Yu could not help but look at the nun with complicated expressions.

The nun was unaware and smiled, "If you have time, go back and sit for a while. If you don't have time, let's hurry up and leave. After all, I'm very familiar with the way out of the mountain!"

They took a shortcut and walked into the village near the mountain.

Walking on the path, you can vaguely see the entrance to the village. There stands a stubborn stone at the entrance. The stone has been polished to be extremely smooth, and cinnabar has been carved into the grayish-white interior of the stone, outlining three large characters - "Danniao Village"!

Perhaps it had rained for several times before they came, and the soil on the path was very wet. After all, the nun was a local, so she was not seriously injured. Sui Niang floated in the air for ease of walking, and Wang Yu was actually very powerful.

In the end, Wenshu, who had been very careful all the time, still slipped and almost rolled down the mountain, had to bear it all.

Fortunately, Wang Yu was quick to act and grabbed her.

Wen Shu patted his muddy clothes indignantly, feeling extremely angry.

"Damn God, do you have a heart?"

Wen Shu was stunned. She didn't say anything either?

They were very close to the village, and the voices came from the entrance of the village.

"Damn it! What a damn waste of my time! Before I came out, I made an appointment with Adou to go cricket fighting!"

"…….real?"

"Is this true? Why don't I wait for the rain to come and try to drown myself!"

"You are really good... Then let's give it a try..."

"It's not going to rain yet! How long has it been brewing? Those guys tied me up pretty tightly, they were almost burning me to death! Bai Tanggao, you just saw it, didn't you? Call them back quickly and give me a quick death! I'll be a brave man again in eighteen days!"

"Yeah... you're right!"

Both sides were silent for a while.

"Are you asleep, bastard?"

"Ah - no, really not! Fried ghost! You know me! I have been listening carefully! Ouch! Don't hit the back of my head! It hurts!"

The four people standing at the entrance of the village fell silent.

The four of them walked forward and took a look.

Wow——

In a huge earth pit, two people were standing back to back, both tied to a wooden frame.

One person's face was red as he was very angry, while the other's face was rosy as he was sleeping soundly.

They were standing on charred wood, with only a tiny flame left, barely supporting the last hope of the man called Youzhagui in the drizzling rain.

Although they were tied to the same wooden frame, they each lived a completely different life.

Instead, it stunned the onlookers.

"Sacrifice?" The attitude of the sacrifice made Wang Yu, a veteran of many battles, confused about the situation.

How did this gentleman named Youzhagui behave after being tied up here?

"You..." Wen Shu tried hard to control his expression, quietly hiding behind the nun and observing carefully.

Hearing the noise, Youzhagui raised his head impatiently and looked at everyone with different expressions.

Both sides were silent, and both felt a rare shock.

Sui Niang couldn't help but ask: "Are you willing to die?"

"Ah?" Youzhagui was stunned.

The two sides looked at each other for a moment.

Sui Niang's face appeared somewhat transparent in the dim sky, and her narrow eyes were filled with a sinister ghost. She rolled her eyes and suddenly grinned, "Your name is Youzhagui?"

Youzhagui remained silent, not knowing for a moment whether to shake his head or nod.

Bai Tanggao shouted quickly, "How can it be volunteered! Lady! Please help! Killing! Killing! Killing good people!"

Fried Doughboy heaved a sigh of relief.

Everyone finally said something that sounded normal amid the unusual developments.

Sui Niang took the knife handed over by the nun and floated down.

Under the pale face of the fried ghost, he gave him a sinister smile.

Then he slowly cut his rope.

Each time, it felt like cutting into Youzhagui's heart. He couldn't help but regret it. Why the hell did he choose this crappy name in the first place!

The white sugar cake behind him shouted to the ghost girl gratefully like an idiot: "Thank you, lady!"

Shen Jin—I shouldn’t have gone on a business trip with this guy in the first place!

The people in the pit were full of regret, while the people outside the pit watched silently.

Wang Yu suddenly straightened up, took a step forward, and protected the people in the pit behind him. His eyes were cold and his hand was on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

In the village, torches were lit one after another, burning half of the dark and gloomy sky with flames.

A group of people rushed out from the low house like chickens and ducks.

The leader was very old, with a head of gray hair mixed with only a few black hairs. His wrinkled face showed obvious hostility, and he seemed to be the chief of Danniao Village.

He raised his withered hand and waved it downwards.

The drizzle fell like insects, falling into puddles, and dozens of pairs of feet in straw sandals stepped over them.

"You guys..." Wang Yu just narrowed his eyes as if examining them, and sensed the stench of malice.

A dozen strong men and women holding spikes, maces, axes and hammers surrounded them. Under the dim light, they could not be seen clearly.

One of them took the lead and interrupted Wang Yu. He stared at Wang Yu and warned him, "Stranger, stay away from there!"

"Sacrifice..." Wang Yu frowned.

The villagers interrupted Wang Yu again, their gloomy eyes swept over Wang Yu vigilantly, and people from all around gathered around him.

"Get out of here right now! You bunch of outsiders with bad intentions!"

Wang Yu raised his eyes impatiently.

"otherwise--"

The villager's pupils suddenly shrank.

Time is slowing down.

The falling rain was condensed.

A cool breeze blew by.

The swordsman's sword was drawn out under the dim firelight, glowing dimly.

The frosty blade slashed across—

The raindrops were split in the middle and rushed in different directions in an instant!

Accompanied by an extremely crisp sword sound!

The sword was placed on the villager's neck!

Murderous intent and coldness mixed with the lingering smell of blood, and a hint of the bitterness of two trees.

A drop of cold sweat finally dripped down the contour of the villager's cheek...

In those cold black eyes, the villager tried to open his mouth, but found that the sound had already disappeared, and a huge fear gripped his heart.

The villagers instantly understood something, something that could be fatal.

This stranger is no ordinary person.

He has killed many people, he must have killed many people!

The villager's legs were trembling as he tried to hold up his body, fearing that the sword would cut his throat and drink his blood. In his terrified eyes, he seemed to see a murderous aura looming over the swordsman.

The belated fear of the others finally came to the fore, and the shouts that rose one after another quickly died down after they realized something!

The old man in the lead, leaning on his cane, stepped forward and said, “You!”

Wang Yu glanced at him coldly, and the old man fell silent instantly.

The swordsman's hand holding the sword did not tremble at all.

The drizzle continued to fall.

The villagers of Danniao Village no longer dared to say a word.

Wang Yu took a step forward and pursed his lips into a serious line. He glanced sideways at the two unlucky guys clinging on the tunnel. The two unlucky guys were staring at the scene in amazement. When they saw Wang Yu looking at them, they quickly raised their hands and made the same gesture, which seemed to be a number.

Wang Yu turned around and scanned all the villagers from Danniao Village present, as if all concealments would be exposed in his eyes.

Are these people humans or ghosts? He must make the distinction.

A loud thunder roared across the sky, and the fierce white lightning illuminated the entire village entrance. The faces of the villagers in Danniao Village were particularly pale.

Wang Yu calmly questioned, "You are using human beings as living sacrifices to the gods?"

"Really?" These two simple words brought out a strong sense of oppression.

After all, Wang Yu's patience is only given to humans, not to ghosts.