"Uncle..." Qibao walked a few steps and saw that uncle didn't follow him and looked back at the man standing there, with a cold expression as if he wanted to kill someone. Qibao's little mind was frightened when he saw it, "What are you doing?"

Already..."

"Qibao, let's go back!"

Qibao was stunned, "Why, we are all ready to go back..."

"Qibao, do you remember how I told you about humans?" Uncle squatted down and stared at Qibao's pupils, "Don't forget, those humans are not good things, they will threaten us, Uncle

I told you that the people in our village have a special smell on their bodies, which is our symbol. As long as they don’t have this smell, they are all human beings, and that old man just now doesn’t have it!”

Hearing the human's name, Qibao was immediately frightened![

From a young age, I have been taught how terrible human beings are. They do all kinds of evil and kill people. Countless people in the village died at their hands. But in all my life, I have never seen a human being.

, and according to what uncle said, could that old man be...

"You just heard him say that he wants to find the village. This kind of person cannot stay. If he finds the village, the whole village will be ruined. You don't want to see everyone killed by him, right?

!”

Qibao was so frightened by his uncle's words that he almost lost half his life, so he nodded mechanically.

"Very good, Qibao is indeed a good boy," uncle's eyes softened slightly, "You follow me back now, and then we join forces to become that old man. As long as we kill him, he will have no chance to do evil again and kill our compatriots.

!”

"But...but uncle, didn't he save you..."

Uncle sighed, "My child, why are you so stupid? Why did he save me? Because he thought I was a human being. If she wanted to know that we are not human beings, she would have cut us into pieces long ago. Human beings are not good things."

, so many people in our village died at their hands, why are you still doubting it now?"

He seemed to understand, but he was only an eight-year-old child after all. How could he know anything about hatred or anger? Listening to what his uncle said made sense, Qibao nodded, and the two of them followed the original path and returned to the place where they set up camp.

Uncle Shui raised his head when he heard the footsteps and looked at the two people who were returning, "Why, have you thought about it and decided to take me back to the village?"

Uncle glanced at Qibao and said, "Okay, I'll take you there."

"That's right," Uncle Shui nodded with satisfaction, "Look, I wish I had told you earlier and now it's so troublesome to go back and forth. I won't collect these things for the time being. When I go to your village, I will collect them again.

Come over here."

Uncle didn't reply, and the three of them quickly walked into the forest.

I don’t know how far I have walked, but I feel that the road ahead is getting narrower and narrower. Uncle Shui is a little impatient, "I said, how long will it take to reach the village? I think it has been almost an hour, so what?

Not even a shadow can be seen."

"We're almost there." There was no emotion in my uncle's tone.

When the clouds cleared and the sun appeared, it turned out to be a steep cliff. Uncle Shui was a little disappointed, "What on earth are you doing? Why did you come to the cliff? Are you saying that your village is really haunted by ghosts and you need to jump off the cliff?"

Can you see it?"

Uncle and Qibao looked at each other and nodded. Qibao took a step forward and said in a childish accent, "Grandpa, this place is still far from the village. Uncle said, I will bring you here so you can have a look first, and then you can decide whether to go or not."
Chapter completed!