In the southern part of the Sikaya Empire, there is such a legend.

Legend has it that a woman who dies in childbirth will be cursed by a witch. After death, it transforms into a monster with only one nostril, a large protruding bucktooth, webbed feet, and drooping long breasts.

These poor women were punished by witches and asked to wash the dying life's clothes of blood and dirt - as a way to cleanse them of their sins in the afterlife.

They were punished to do this work until the day when their lives were supposed to end in natural death.

They usually wore green ragged clothes, and whenever someone was about to die, they had to wash the dying man's shroud by the barren water, whether it was windy or snowy.

Therefore, these washerwomen also have a name - "mourning women".

If a person is careful enough when approaching her, she will answer that person three questions – provided you have answered all three of her questions.

An ordinary person if she can approach her while she is doing laundry and suck until she sags

U room, you can lie to her and say that she is her child.

The minds of washerwomen have long been ossified and exhausted by years of washing, and they will be convinced that the person who drinks their milk is their own child, and she will help her child fulfill a wish.

If a person speaks to her very politely while passing by, she will tell that person who the dying person is......

Horn has been in this world for a while, and she naturally knows this legend.

Therefore, when she saw the old woman washing her shroud on the side of the moat, she immediately asked 7 in her heart.

"What the hell is this?"

7 voiced flat: "Valoran Continent, a normal Western world." ”

Not......

It's pretending to be a ghost again......

Horn hated these people so much in his heart, he had been a demon since dinner yesterday, so that she couldn't eat or sleep well and couldn't dig coals, and now that she was reporting the widow, Horn could already imagine what would happen later......

All right.

Then play......

Horn lifted the skirt up, not letting it make a noise. Then, as the legend describes, she began to tiptoe and cautiously approach the emaciated old woman.

About two meters away from her, Horn cleared his throat and said in a soft voice: "Hello this beautiful lady, it is wonderful to have an encounter with you under this bright moonlight~"

"I'm so lucky to meet you—— so now, may I ask you 3 questions?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Horn squinted his eyes and began to carefully observe the old woman's movements.

That's all she can do...... Let her go to drink milk, this kind of thing, let Horn be embarrassed, she can't do it now.

Hearing this, the old woman in green slowly turned around and stopped washing the shroud in her hand.

Without paying attention, the shroud floated away along the current, and the blood stained a small area of water, and with the impact of the river, it soon disappeared without a trace.

The old woman squatted against the light, her hair dry and scattered, obscuring her face...... Therefore, it is not clear if she is really as the legend says, with a nostril and a large protruding bucktooth.

Although she was in rags, the green clothes were long enough to cover her webbed feet.

Only the long sagging breasts...... Although she was backlit, she could be seen through the gap in her torn clothes, her skin was shriveled, severely dehydrated, full of wrinkles, and ...... It's really drooping like an old woman.

Horn: "......"

Damn......!

So hard?

Horn's first reaction was not to cover his eyes or something.

- She immediately said seriously in her heart: "7!"

7 replied like a ghost behind her, "Huh?"

Horn said in his heart with a blank face, "You...... Let's go back to the system space. ”

"Why?" was finally able to come out at night to let off steam, and 7 didn't really want to go back.

Why......?

What's so nice about this old woman?

Belch...... Seems to be a bit wide?

Never mind......

Horn continued expressionlessly, "...... It's nothing. ”

Then the old woman spoke.

"You...... Be...... Who?"

Her voice was hoarse and dull, like her throat was filled with blood, and she couldn't hear clearly, and the words she spit out were more like sawing table legs.

Horn replied, "Horn Moore." ”

The old woman nodded, indicating that she understood.

She immediately began to ask the second question: "You, from where...... Come?"

Horn said: "The imperial capital looks at the city." ”

The old woman nodded again and asked one last question: "You...... What do you want to do?"

Horn smiled wickedly, "I want to see the moon - the moonlight tonight, it's so beautiful...... Did you say yes?"

The blood poured on the moonlight must be brighter and more beautiful than the withered rose when it comes.

"It's beautiful. ”

The old woman laboriously lifted the blood-stained basin and held it in her arms, perhaps blurring her vision, not realizing that her shroud had drifted away with the water.

As the legend says, "You...... Approaching me, and with great respect for me, I can tell you...... I'm washing someone's shroud? ”

Horn cooperated and asked, "Oh, who are you washing?"

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The old woman swept away the calm look of the question she had just asked, and suddenly laughed strangely! She lifted the basin of blood above her head, and then staggered around Horn in the moonlight, and began to mutter some incomprehensible incantation.

Soon, after a circle, the old woman threw the blood basin to the ground fiercely!

The blood basin shattered, and blood splattered directly onto Horn's skirt.

Horn: "......" is a careless.

The old woman also became red and green, and she whispered in Horn's ear in an extremely eerie tone:

"The name of the dying man is—"

“...... Horn Moore!"

Horn embarrassed.

Never mind......

Let's go with that.

So she said shamelessly: "Then I drink milk now, when you are your daughter, can you fulfill one of my wishes and make me immortal?"

When the old woman heard this, she covered her chest, and then began to laugh strangely: "No chance! No chance! No chance! You are dying! You are dying! Wahahahahahaha——!"

Horn kindly reminded: "My shroud has long been washed away by the water. ”

"Uh......?"

The old woman looked at the ground with a little messy hair, and found that there was really only a blood basin, and the shroud was long gone.

"You haven't washed it yet, and your clothes are gone, am I ......?"

"Whoop——!

Horn took advantage of the vacancy she was bending over to find, raising her feet like a ghost, her dress drove the wind, kicking and kicking and other actions in one go, and the ligaments between the old woman's legs were instantly heavy!

With a "poof", she was directly kicked to her knees on the ground.

"Am I ...... You don't have to die, huh?"

Horn shaved her hair with a dagger, revealing an old face in the bleak moonlight, his eyes cloudy and wrinkled.

"Ah, the bereavement looks like this, how can she look like she can be killed so easily......"

Horn slapped her face with a dagger, yawned, and said, "Tell me, what do you want to do when you brought me here?" I'm a little sleepy after playing with you for so long......

"Smack, smack, smack!"

Three rounds of applause rang out, and a man emerged from the shadows, holding a lifelike pig's head mask, and he praised, "Your Majesty. Congratulations...... Qualified to meet with our Master. ”

"Shh——!h

He threw an invitation at Horn and said, "Tonight, according to the location above, I hope you can come alone, and we will entertain you well." ”