The young scholar nodded.
"Wait until I go to that house..."
"Just go home."
...
"Don't go to that house."
The woodcutter said directly.
"That's someone else's house."
"You stayed there before, which made the owner of the house very distressed."
"If I hadn't found my brother in time, the owner of the house would have planned to report to the official."
"Let the officers and soldiers take you away."
"After this time, the owner of the house will not agree to you go in again."
...
"Why?"
The young scholar blurted out.
...
"Who will welcome an uninvited guest?"
The woodcutter's unceremonious way.
"Did you forget what you did before?"
"The owner of the house has made a lot of efforts to get you out of his house."
...
A little confused appeared on the young scholar's face.
What did he do?
He only remembers...
The dark eyes that looked at him.
When I think of those eyes...
The anger in the young scholar's heart ignited again.
...
"ah."
The young scholar cried out in a low voice.
...
"What's wrong?"
The woodcutter asked quickly.
...
The young scholar's eyes were burning.
“…It showed up the first time I wasn’t preparing food…”
"it……"
"Are you accepting your own achievements?"
"I believe it so deeply, it must think I'm ridiculous..."
"So at the end..."
"When I was most embarrassed..."
“It appears.”
The more I talked about it, the more angry the younger scholar became.
He was really completely disguised by this black monster.
...
The young scholar couldn't swallow this.
He was really going crazy.
...
"Enough!"
The woodcutter shouted loudly.
The loud sound made the air seem to stagnate for a second.
...
The young scholar was a little scared.
He stared at the woodcutter with wide eyes.
He seems to...
From the first time I can remember, I heard the woodcutter's voice so loudly at him...
...
"Enough..."
The woodcutter reached out and knocked his head.
He seemed to have said the same thing several times.
"younger brother."
The woodcutter's expression even showed a hint of coldness.
"Don't let me hear it again..."
"Anything about the black monster."
...
"Why?"
The young scholar blurted out.
...
“Because it’s fake!”
The woodcutter blurted out.
When the young scholar was met with the puzzled and shocked look, the woodcutter breathed a little.
"……younger brother."
The woodcutter was quite thoughtful, "Don't think of any black monsters anymore."
“It’s fake.”
"It's just your imagination."
...
"How is that possible?!"
The young scholar shook his head.
Denied words are faster than the brain has already said it.
"How could it be fake?"
The young scholar finds it ridiculous.
"elder brother."
He said.
"I saw it."
He pointed to his eyes.
"I saw it with my own eyes."
“More than once.”
“Many, many times.”
"And, it also ate a lot of food I gave it."
"Aren't you surprised why my appetite suddenly grew bigger?"
...
The woodcutter was stunned.
The appetite has grown...
ah.
That's right.
The woodcutter remembered.
The young scholar didn't know when...
The appetite has grown a lot.
But he didn't think there was anything.
My younger brother is still young.
It's the time to grow up.
Reading is tiring.
The appetite has grown...
Is there anything strange?
...
"You've grown up..."
The woodcutter said, "The appetite naturally grew bigger."
...
Young scholar:...
"no."
The young scholar was a little anxious.
"Even if my appetite grows bigger, I can't eat that much."
"Those extra foods are all small-"
The young scholar paused and continued, "The black monster ate."
"The black monster is very small."
“But you have a big appetite.”
“It’s also very greedy.”
"This is also very similar to Taotie..."
The young scholar murmured.
Speaking of it...
There are really too many places in the black monster like Taotie...
...
"elder brother!"
Seeing that the woodcutter still looked disbelief, the young scholar became anxious.
"What I said is true."
"It's really a black monster that ate it."
"Butterbread, dessert, fruit..."
“It eats it all.”
"it-"
...
"younger brother."
The woodcutter interrupted the young scholar.
He looked at the young scholar, and the projected eyes made the young scholar feel uncomfortable.
...
The young scholar stopped his voice.
...
“Those are what you eat.”
The woodcutter shook his head slightly.
"No black monster."
"You're under too much pressure."
The woodcutter did not give the young scholar a chance to speak.
He continued, "You want to succeed too much."
"So I imagined a black monster."
"Take it as a good fortune that can bless yourself to the title of the Golden List."
"Actually they are all fake."
"From the beginning to the end, you are the only one."
"No black monster."
...
The young scholar's pupils trembled violently.
The lips turned a little white.
"No, no..."
The young scholar denies it.
"The black monster really exists..."
After so many days of getting along, so many times...
How could the black monster be just his imagination?
Impossible...
ah!
A flash of inspiration flashed in the young scholar's mind.
"That kid!"
He shouted excitedly, "That child from my sister-in-law's brother's house..."
"Didn't you see it too?"
The child who felt very annoying at that time seemed to have caught the last straw.
He was particularly glad that the child pushed open the door of his study.
otherwise……
Where would he go to find someone who saw the black monster other than him?
...
The woodcutter was stunned.
He forgot that child...
That's right.
The child saw it too.
No.
The woodcutter shook his head.
"Who knows what that kid saw?"
Maybe something else.
But it happened to meet the black monster.
It was just a very unexpected coincidence.
...
"What he saw was a black monster!"
The young scholar screamed.
"It's the black monster!"
...
"Enough!"
The woodcutter shouted in a deep voice.
"I said it all!"
"Don't mention the words black monster anymore!"
"No black monster!"
"I didn't see it!"
"Your sister-in-law didn't see it!"
"Your aunt didn't see it!"
"The child's parents didn't see it either!"
The woodcutter was slightly panting.
"We didn't see it!"
"How do you prove it is true by yourself?"
“…even if that child is added, there are only two people.”
"But we didn't see much larger than two people."
"you say……"
The woodcutter slowed down, "Is it more credible for you two?"
"Or is it more credible if so many of us?"
...
The young scholar was asked.
Chapter completed!