"I don't think I've seen you in Osmanthus Village. Who are you? Why did you run out so late at night?"
Xu Shuo looked at the woman under the courtyard wall and took the lead, expressing his innocence and confusion very skillfully.
The reason why he dared to ask this was mainly because the woman's dress was completely different from that of Osmanthus Village, and the clean feeling on her body was also incompatible with the entire Osmanthus Village.
Because even Ergou, the two middle-aged men whom I met during the day, and even the village chief and Wang Fuhu, all had a deep sense of weirdness surrounding them.
It's an influence that has already been soaked in, and no matter how hard the players pretend, they can't get rid of it.
Give me a chestnut.
Just like after Xu Shuo transformed into Qiuzi, no matter how great and upright his behavior was, his aura would still give people a weird look.
This is the impact of Akiko's status as a Death Eater.
It has been marinated in flavor.
But this woman, just standing there, looked out of place with the entire Osmanthus Village.
Of course there is a more important point -
Her face looks really familiar.
The woman has two braids, straight bangs, and wears a emerald blue Chinese-style slanted top and black wide-leg pants. She has a beautiful face, bright eyes, and a graceful poetic temperament.
After seeing that the young man did not seem to be hostile to her, the woman's original throbbing mood eased slightly.
She smoothed her hair and whispered: "I am a literary youth who got lost in the village some time ago. I was originally assigned to Xiaogang Village, but I didn't find Xiaogang Village. I found Osmanthus Village by accident."
Then she stayed in Osmanthus Village temporarily.
Xu Shuo looked her up and down and asked, "What's your name?"
For some reason, the female literary youth suddenly felt a sense of urgency as she was called on by the teacher in class. This young man's aura was so domineering!
She squeezed the remote control in her hand and said, "Blessings to Ai Die."
"How old are you this year?" Xu Shuo continued to ask.
"Ten...eighteen years old." The female literary youth replied.
Unexpectedly, after answering this age, the young man in front of him seemed to have thought of something, and the smile on his face became deeper and deeper, and there was a hint of teasing.
She couldn't help but ask: "Why are you laughing?"
Xu Shuo smiled: "It's nothing, I just remembered something interesting."
The female literary youth was confused: "What's so interesting?" Is her age interesting?
Xu Shuo: "Eighteen years later, he is a good man again."
Female literary youth: "..."
The female literary youth had a blank expression on her face. Although she knew that she was probably being entertained, she still could not get the point of laughter of this young man.
Xu Shuo jumped down from the wall pier, looked at her and asked, "So what are you doing out at night?"
The female literary youth did not answer this question obediently. She pinched the remote control in her hand, like a primary school student who had done the wrong question, looking away with her head lowered and her eyes looking elsewhere.
This person's momentum is so strong that she doesn't dare to resist.
Seeing the female literary youth acting aggrieved, Xu Shuo twitched the corner of his mouth, feeling an inexplicable sense of disobedience.
The bride strikes hard in the West Mountain, but you cower in the North Mountain.
He shook his head, turned around and walked towards Beishan.
The female literary youth who was coquettishly saw this, thought about it, and followed him step by step.
As a result, she saw Xu Shuo walking straight in the direction where she found the hatchet monster. The female literary youth followed a few steps and then slowed down, then got slower and slower, and finally couldn't help but whisper:
"There are monsters over there..."
"What monster?"
Xu Shuo said without looking back, turning over his hand and taking out a dark green bamboo cane.
The female Wenqing looked at his cane and continued in a low voice: "It's a monster that holds a hatchet and cuts people when it sees it. His speed is very fast. I was attacked without even seeing his movements clearly."
Hearing this, Xu Shuo stopped and turned to look at her, thinking seriously: "Is there a possibility..."
The female literary youth blinked: "Huh?"
"Is it because you are too good at it?"
"…………"
…
In a certain alley.
The other two people were leaning against the wall to calm down, not daring to make any big moves at all.
Because that hatchet maniac is probably near them!
Maybe even right around the corner from them!
Wang Fuhu took out his compass and looked at the wildly rotating needle on it, feeling a sense of despair.
It was the first time he had seen the hands move so fast.
This compass is not a conventional prop used to point out directions.
Its real function is to detect danger, with the binder's own strength as the standard center. The faster the pointer rotates, the higher the surrounding danger factors.
Of course, this risk factor includes all factors within a fifty-meter radius, including the old village chief next to him.
However, Wang Fuhu had an interview with the village chief during the day, so he could be sure that the dangerous factor was not the village chief.
It can only be the unknown enemy who just brutally chopped up a certain figure's body with a hatchet.
Thinking of this, Wang Fuhu gently pushed the village chief next to him and spoke with a silenced mouth.
'What should we do now?'
The village chief glanced at him.
Then he mouthed the same words: 'Don't move.'
Wang Fuhu was a little anxious: 'But there's no way we can hide here all the time.'
The village chief's expression was quite calm: 'Just wait, it will be easier for that thing to detect you if you make any movement.'
'So what the hell is that?'
'Villagers.'
'That's it?'
'if not?'
'Isn't he the old Li from the daytime?'
'Maybe, I didn't see it clearly, but that thing has a sense of danger.'
'Is Lao Li quite normal during the day?'
'Isn't this village quite normal during the day?'
‘…’
‘…’
Suddenly, Wang Fuhu grabbed the village chief's sleeve, and his wide eyes were no longer frightened, but fearful!
The village chief looked at him doubtfully.
Wang Fuhu raised the compass in front of his eyes.
Boo hoo hoo——
The compass needle is spinning so hard that it’s hard to see the shadow!
This means that there is a danger within a fifty-meter radius centered on him that he has no chance to resist!
Wang Fuhu:!!!
village head:……
The village chief's eyes as he looked at Wang Fuhu gradually became meaningful. He glanced at the end of the alley from time to time and looked at the surrounding situation, as if he was thinking about how to leave.
Wang Fuhu immediately grabbed the village chief's sleeve with force.
His look was equally meaningful——
As the saying goes.
A dead Taoist friend will not die a poor Taoist.
In this dark and quiet alley, the two people had begun to compete silently.
…
And it's on the spacious village road at the corner of the alley.
At the end of the long street, the figures of two people were outlined by the moonlight, looking at the figure not far away holding a hatchet and approaching the alley silently.
Jiedaokou.
The female literary youth who followed over said fearfully: "Why do you have to come here to find this thing? Can't we avoid it?"
She was very uneasy, which stemmed from her weakness in strength.
Just as she felt that the young man in front of her was very domineering, she felt that the figure with a stooped and weak posture was also very scary!
Before, she had only used a machine to observe, but the feeling was not so obvious that she even thought about whether she should continue to move forward.
But now after facing the enemy directly, she just wants to turn around and leave!
Why do you want to die? Isn't it good to live?!
Xu Shuo stood nearby.
He stared at that figure, with a calm look on his face. It was hard to tell what he was thinking, but his dark green bamboo cane kept tapping on the stone tile floor.
The sound of the cane colliding with the stone bricks was particularly clear in the silent night.
…
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Writer's Assistant has an update event, so I may have an indirect explosion this month.
