"I'm out, I'm out, don't hit me!"

He spoke a sharp voice with a strong accent from the bottom of the pot.

Rick raised his eyebrows, his palms not lowered, and he took a few steps cautiously.

"Crash" There was a sound of the bottom of the pot. A middle-aged man with a dark face and sparse hair raised his hands and stood up with a charming smile: "Sir, I am a good person, I am a good person!!"

Rick frowned again. Although he was not a person who judged people by his appearance, when he saw this guy, he felt very uncomfortable. The impulse to hammer him on his face surged from the bottom of his heart.

Logically speaking, this person has a medium figure, although he is bald, but his facial features are quite correct. But for some reason, after these things are assembled together, they give people a strong urge to beat him up.

"Have we seen it?"

"No, sir, how could you have seen a villain!"

"Do we have a grudge?"

"Sir, I really like to joke. We haven't seen each other before. How could there be a grudge?"

Rick was silent. The bald middle-aged man had a charming smile like a little white flower on his face. But no matter how he looked, it made people feel a strange sense of conflict.

皱眉望了对方半晌,好似终于敌不过瑞克那越来越锋利的目光,秃顶中年舔了舔嘴唇:“大人,您是不是特别想揍俺?”

Rick nodded silently and continued to stare at him.

After grabbing the sparse hair, the bald middle-aged man found a towel, wiped off the stains on his face, and revealed an ordinary face: "I know too, when others saw me, for some reason, they just wanted to beat me!"

"Okay, I don't want to hear this. I'll ask you, what's wrong with this village?" Rick waved his hand and signaled that the other party didn't need to explain. He just wanted to know what's wrong with this village.

"My name is Pixar, and the village has changed a few months ago..."

The bald man named Pixar, even when he was narrating, his charming smile on his face did not diminish at all.

From Pixar's narrative full of charming smiles, Rick realized that Palm Village had started to change a few months ago.

First, a large number of villagers disappeared, and then the missing villagers came back strangely after a while.

After that, all the merchants and caravans who settled in the Palm Village disappeared the next day.

I don’t know if Pixar was born to mock him, so no one wanted to pay attention to him, so I survived by chance this time.

Apart from these, Pixar, who has been hiding in the kitchen, has no other information.

Rick stood still for a moment, with a mist of yellow light rising under his feet, and continued to restore the exhausted witch power in his body.

Pixar widened his eyes, looked at the yellow halo that was surging under Rick's feet, and screamed in a sharp scream, like an old hen with a trampled neck: "Big...man! There is something under your feet..."

Rick didn't bother to pay attention, and sat cross-legged while closing his eyes and pondering: "Do you know where the missing villagers went?"

Pixar quietly took a few steps back and felt safe. Then he bowed his back, nodded and said, "I really don't know, sir!"

Rick waved his hand silently, signaling that the other party was quiet.

Most of the day later, Rick opened his eyes and the witch power in his body had been replenished.

"Huh~!" A gas column mixed with elemental residue was sprayed out, and Rick moved his hands and feet and slowly stood up.

Pixar did not escape from here as Rick expected, but instead found many food and water bags hidden by the villagers at home. After eating and drinking, he lay at home and fell asleep.

He kicked Pixar's belly with some fat. The other party was stunned for a moment and then turned over and said, "Sir! Are you awake? I'll get you some food!"

Rick stopped Pixar and looked at him with a burning look: "Why don't you escape? Palm Village is dangerous."

The charming smile on Pixar's face gradually subsided, and there was a hint of grayness and helplessness in his eyes: "Sir, I went out to explore when I was young, but..." When he said this, Pixar's eyes were dim and his voice became even more of a heavy helplessness.

Rick thought about it and immediately understood what the other person meant. He looked ordinary and had an ordinary figure. But somehow, he had the trait that made people hate him and wanted to beat him up when they saw it.

Rick was not an ordinary person, but when he saw him, he still had an urge to hammer his face. This had nothing to do with preference, but an indescribable trait and aura.

Just like some people who are leaders at first sight, while others who are not good people at first sight. Pixar's trait seems to have been magnified hundreds of times, which feels hard to describe.

Even Rick is like this, let alone ordinary people? When he saw Pixar, he didn't rush over and beat him to death?

No wonder he always smiles charmingly when facing people. If a person is chased and beaten by someone at birth, he is still the kind that has no reason. Over time, he will probably become like this.

After Rick finished eating and drinking, he did not continue to stay at Pixar's house, but continued to search for the "lost" body.

In a villager's home behind the stone building, Rick stood in the distance of an old well, his eyes flashing.

A layer of black smoke like hair that was almost invisible to the naked eye was slowly floating out from the bottom of the well.

Like hair, it condenses without dissipating. These black smoke can be blended into plants and the ground, slowly rendering the surroundings into black.

The thick and dirty smell in the nasal cavity is like being in a livestock processing plant, drilling into the body from the pores and respiratory tract.

Rick's body was filled with a layer of yellowish yellow skin, and his skin became yellow and hard, but it still could not stop this breath from eroding the body.

Frowning, Rick withdrew from the filthy land, stood in the distance, pondering the countermeasures.

Obviously, the place where a strange-shaped corpse can be hidden must be here.

But this old well, which is obviously full of negative and filthy atmosphere, is obviously not something that can be left casually.

After pondering for a while, Rick really had no good idea, so he could only return to Pixar's house first.

Looking at Rick with a sad face, Pixar was full of sunshine and resilience. This guy is worthy of being Xiaoqiang, who has been hated since childhood. In just a moment, he stood up from that loss and despair.

"Sir! Where have you been? I thought you wouldn't come!" Pixar held the water and handed it to Rick with both hands, looking angry as he looked.

Rick took a few deep breaths, exhaled the stuffy air from his chest, and finally didn't hit Pixar's face: "Have you ever been to the old well over there? It seems..."

Pixar smiled and showed a yellowish-spotted teeth that were missing a few: "Of course I have been there, and black smoke often appears there, and the villagers are very afraid of that thing..."

Seeing that Pixar had no useful information, Rick thought for a while and decided to leave here first. It was useless to waste it.

Seeing that Rick wanted to leave, Pixar suddenly became anxious: "Sir, actually... I am."
Chapter completed!