It turned out that we had come to a large tree at the west end of the village, and there was no one under it, except for a swing made of hemp rope, chains, and wooden planks, which had been gently rocking under the tree.

It has been in disrepair for about a thousand years, and it makes a creaking sound every time it shakes.

I listened to the continuous, slow sound, and my heart was even more creepy.

"Master Benwu, this village shouldn't be haunted, right?"

Before we could finish speaking, we heard a child's exclamation.

"Ahh

"Over there!"

I stretched out my claws and pointed to the south where I had just walked.

The monk hurriedly covered the wood with his palm and ran away in the direction from which the cry came.

The bumps along the way can make me suffer a lot, and I didn't even stumble into it, and I was stunned like a dice, and I was shaking like a dice, and my eyes were full of gold stars.

Fortunately, after running half the village, the monk finally stopped.

Some distance away, I could still hear his slight gasping voice, very hurried, and vaguely flustered.

"This little benefactor, the poor monk has no law number, I don't know what I can do for you?"

When I heard him talking, I held back my dizziness and leaned my head out against the wall.

In front of me was a thatched hut full of dead grass.

There was a baby who looked no more than three or four years old, wearing a big red belly hood and a tiger head hat, with his back to us, trembling and huddled in a corner, as if he had been greatly frightened, and he was holding his head and crying silently.

Hearing Ben Wu's voice, the little baby instinctively shrank tighter into the corner of the wall, and shouted vigorously, "Don't come, don't come!"

Ben Wu took a few steps back.

"The poor monk has no ill intentions, but came from Linyin Temple in Kyoto to help the residents of the village according to the master's order. ”

I looked at the monk's serious appearance and couldn't help but sigh.

When it comes to coaxing children, monks don't know how to do it, I have hundreds of years of experience more than you.

So, I cleared my throat and said to the baby as gently as possible: "Baby, don't be afraid, we won't hurt you, my aunt has delicious food here, and Uncle Monk will protect you, you just rest assured, come to us~"

When the boy heard my voice, his trembling body stopped, and he hesitated for a few moments before he turned around a little.

When the white fat arm was slowly unfolded and put down, I saw the true face of this baby, it was simply ......

It's so cute!

The mother's love that has been cultivated in the underworld for hundreds of years is suddenly out of control, just like the first time I saw the pair of pink carved milk babies of Xiao Ri and Xiao Ye, I didn't want to let go for a moment, and I couldn't wait to put it in my pocket and take it back to my thatched house to look at it all the time.

The child in front of me is just as cute, even more delicate and beautiful than Xiao Tian Xiaoye.

Thick eyebrows and big eyes, the cheeks are round and pink like glutinous rice balls, the two eyes are timidly with tears, clear as if inlaid with two clear springs under the moon, plus a red nose, a cherry mouth, ouch, festive like a New Year's doll.

He tilted his head, sniffled and sniffled, and asked aggrievedly, "Why are you the only monk, aunt?"

"Here!" I waved my claws at him.

When the baby saw me, he was immediately frightened, and he sat on the grass with his butt, "Worm...... What a big worm!"

"I'm not a worm!"

I winked at him, flattered him, and showed my charm in various ways, "Come, call Auntie." ”

The milk baby is ignorant of the world, and was seduced by me repeatedly, and he got up obediently and yelled at me.

"Auntie. ”

That's good!

Like this cute and charming little thing, I used to meet him in the underworld, and I had to find him whatever he wanted.

It's just that now I'm an aggrieved dragon, shrunk in the wood and can't move, and I can't kiss and hug the baby, it's a pity.

Seeing that the baby had eased up, and his tightened eyebrows were slightly stretched, the monk took me a few steps forward and asked, "Why are you frightened?"

The baby was just a little better, and when asked about it, he suddenly pouted, and cried and shouted: "There was a ghost chasing the baby just now...... Woo woo ~ it's scary, the baby is so scared......"

Ghost?

I suddenly thought of the swing in the west of the village, which kept shaking, and the village was indeed a little gloomy, and the humidity was very heavy, could it be that there were really ghosts here?

"Baby, come, tell your aunt, where is your home?"

The milk baby twitched and raised her little fat hand like a white lotus root, and pointed to a thatched-roof wooden house not far away, "It's over there." ”

I nodded and said to the monk, "Let's send the baby back first." ”

But the monk frowned and didn't speak, as if he couldn't figure out something, but after thinking for a while, he still spoke: "Okay." ”

When I coaxed the baby out of the thatched hut, his mood eased slightly, but he pulled the hem of the monk's clothes tightly, and half of his body walked close to him, as if he was very afraid.

When we got to the hut he was referring to, the lights suddenly lit up.

Knock knock.

The monk knocked on the door.

Someone in the room answered, "Who?" ”

"It's a baby!"

The milk baby shouted first.

Footsteps in the room quickly approached, and the door opened.

He was a very ordinary villager, not tall, slightly hunchbacked, and his hair was loosely draped, as if he had just woken up.

Strangely, his face looked strange and always felt ...... It was like a piece of paper with a human face on it, dry and tight, and even the corners of the eyebrows and eyes were lifted upwards because of the tension.

And his clothes, brown coarse cloth trousers with a few patches on them, looked wide and wide, and had the feeling of a cloth bag on his body.

At this moment, another figure came from behind the villager.

"Is the baby outside?" the woman's voice sounded as if she had just woken up.

Similarly, the village woman and the man with a head and half a sideways body are both eyebrows and eyes raised, and their tense faces look slightly serious, without the slightest expression, as if speaking is the biggest facial movement they can make.

I have to say that this village is full of weird, strange phenomena, and even stranger people!

When they saw the baby, the baby also threw himself into the arms of his parents, whimpering and crying about the frightened things he had just received.

I listened to the monk and understood, it turned out that the baby ran out to pee in a hurry, but saw a ghost, and then ran in a panic, ran away in the opposite direction of home, shrunk in the thatched hut and did not dare to come out, and then met us.