Walking out of the woods and stepping on the cracked, dry earth, Angela looked back into the depths of the woods, the twisted woods, where the corpses hanging from the trees fluttered in the wind.

On his shoulder, Bai rubbed Angela's face, and her dark eyes shimmered in the moonlight.

Angela patted her little black white head and put on her hood.

The fierce wind and sand hit Angela's body with a crackle.

Angela took Shiro off her shoulders and protected her in front of her, taking a step and disappearing into the dust.

Click!

With a soft thud, a corpse fell from a tree, pulled the rope around its neck, and slowly stood up.

Then, two, three, four...... One by one, he fell from the tree and slowly stood up, staring at the direction Angela had left with his empty eyes.

Hahahahaha......

An eerie laugh rang out from deep into the woods, and a dried corpse stepped forward toward the woods.

Out of the woods, he chased Angela, also lost in the dust.

Hahaha......

Hee-hee-hee......

Woowoowoowoooo......oo

All kinds of strange laughter and cries were heard, and the twisted trees stretched their bodies and danced twisted dances, and heavy black shadows spread, and at this moment, the moon in the sky seemed to be distorted.

Outside the woods, a wild cat with glowing eyes exploded with its fur, meowed, and fled frantically into the distance.

However, it finally slowed down and was overwhelmed by the spreading black shadows.

It seemed that countless hands reached out, grabbed the night cat, and dragged it in.

A terrible scream came, and there was a cloud of blood on the ground.

After a few more beasts were killed, the shadows began to shrink back into the woods, and the fierce wind and sand stopped, and the warped woods fell into peace.

A faint voice came: "Xiaobai'er, I hope you can surprise me this time, hehehehehe...... Hahahaha...... cough cough cough cough ......"

Angela, who was walking briskly, suddenly stopped and stroked the still dark white: "Fear, guilt, joy...... What a wealth of emotions, you are really extraordinary. ”

The white in his arms was stiff, Angela threw it casually, and Bai hurriedly flapped its wings and circled in mid-air, it was tangled, croaking, wanting to leave, but didn't dare.

"Now the wind has stopped." Angela looked at the orange light shining through the window of the two-story wooden house in front of her, and said slowly, "Take care of yourself later." ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his long legs and walked towards the wooden house in front of him.

"Quack quack ......"

Bai hurriedly flew in front of Angela and screamed anxiously, as if trying to stop Angela from going there.

However, he couldn't stop Angela at all, and Angela quickly walked to the door and knocked on it.

", get out of here, and come back tomorrow morning."

"I think you've mistaken someone."

There was silence inside, and the old and powerful voice came out again: "This lady, please get out of here as soon as possible, it's good for all of us." ”

"I don't think it's safer to be outside than in a house with sturdy material protection."

"In that case......

There was a shuddering sound from inside, a creak, and the door opened.

A sturdy old man with a bit of a stumbling figure opened the door, his back to the firelight, so that his whole face was covered by a shadow.

He was so tall that even with his back bent, he was a head taller than Angela.

He turned sideways, and the light of the fire shone on his face, revealing his countenance.

This is by no means an old man to be messed with, and his face clearly wants to be surrounded by such information.

He had short pale white hair, a long, narrow eye, looked around like a poisonous snake, a hooked nose, and a rigid countenance, even the age spots that symbolized old age and the folds that covered his cheeks did not soften half a point, but rather looked more rigid and serious, which was intimidating.

More important was his hand, which he had a weapon in his hand, a crossbow, a well-made crossbow, already wound, and a steel triangular arrow shining in the firelight, and he was aimed at Angela.

"Old sir, it's not good to entertain guests like this, let alone to a lady."

"I think it's good." The old man looked at Angela's bare skin covered with shocking scars, and said meaningfully, "I don't think the lady is a simple person. ”

Angela smiled, "So, can I go in?" ”

"You're very polite." The old man said, "Come in." ”

Angela walked in and looked around the room.

There's a blazing flame in the closet, and a candle you light on the table is a luxury.

At the table, there was also an old woman, an old woman, who seemed to be not in good health, and was trembling all the time, and beside her, sat a strong young man, holding a wooden spoon and a broken bowl, and was feeding the old woman food spoonful by spoonful.

"This is my son and my wife."

With a click, the old man behind him closed the door.

"My name is Angela, may I ask what is the old gentleman's name."

"What an impressive name." The old man said, "I don't think you need to know our names, after all, you'll leave here tomorrow at dawn, right?" ”

Angela shrugged her shoulders: "Yes." ”

"That's right." The old man said, "Please do not come near your weapons with your hands, and keep your birds in check." ”

Angela sat down at the table unceremoniously, looked at the interaction between the mother and son opposite with interest, and asked, "Is there any food?" ”

"Yes, but why give it to you."

The old man sat in the corner, habitually letting the shadows cover him, and the crossbow bolts in his hands were always aimed at Angela.

Angela grinned: "Tsk, it's really ruthless. ”

The crossbow arrow in the old man's hand gestured: "Over there, there are potatoes, roast them and eat them." ”

Angela turned her head and looked under the closet, where there were two piles of things, one with chopped firewood and the other with potatoes.

Sure enough, Angela was a little disappointed, but she knew that even if someone had meat, she wouldn't give it to her.

What's more, even if it is given to her, she will not eat it.

Because, that thing, outside of Angela's recipe.

The flames burned slowly, and the room was silent.

The old woman had finished eating, and sat there trembling and napping, she must be sick, even if the young man put a thick layer of bear skin on her, she was still shivering, so it should not be cold.

The young man sat beside him in a regular manner, taking care of the old woman attentively, and occasionally looked at Angela out of the corner of his eye.

Angela baked the potatoes and, regardless of the heat, pulled them out of the fire and peeled them off, and a smell spread.

"Sir, do you want it?"

"No, I don't."

The old man sat there like a piece of wood, but his crossbow bolts were always aimed at Angela.