As the sun sets the horizon at the last moment, the sky ushers in its own black curtain.

At this point in time, it is almost the time for everyone to eat and fall asleep. Of course, that's the tired lifestyle of office workers, and for young people, games and parties are the beginning of a good day, and the other world is no exception...... For example, who is okay with something, what kind of ghost story event is going to be held?

It's a room with no lights on.

In the center of the room was a small wooden table, on top of which were candles that served as the only source of light, and the light of the candles reflected the faces of the young men and girls sitting around the wooden table.

Because of the leakage of the windows, the cold wind blowing in the night made the candle sparks flicker and darken, and at the same time, it also made everyone present feel a little cold...... Perhaps, it is not only because of the cold wind, but also because of the cold spirit.

"At this point, the little boy has also become one of the powerful ghosts, tempting passers-by to live in this death town~~" The atmosphere of the night, coupled with the cold and low voice of the storytelling girl, made the listeners of the story feel a little scared in their hearts. As the story ended, the girl blew out the candles.

The room was plunged into darkness.

“...... Are you fed and holding on?" However, that was all, and no one let out a little girly scream. Among them, I had to stand up and light the oil lamp in the room in the dark. Listening to one of the storytellers, Torre said speechlessly.

"Hmph, you won't be afraid. "This picture of hugging his chest...... Although I understand that it is a radical method, how can I feel the urge to punch her in the face?"Maybe, when you go to the toilet, the villagers who turn into ghosts will really sneak up on you~~" The story has been told for so long, but he is a little thirsty, and Tifa, who is drinking water, looks at Torre's teasing eyes.

"Ha, it's not you women, how can you be afraid, this kind of boring trick. "I don't care about Tifa's eyes at all, and it's not the first day we get along. Pushing the door open, Torre was about to go back to his room. If you are pulled over to listen to this kind of story, you might as well wash and sleep early.

"This kind of story is real, don't blame me for not reminding me, you better pay more attention to your surroundings. Mysterious words, however, reminded the other party to be gone. I don't know if I listened.

Ridiculous, ghost or something. I have long passed the age of a child who believes in the existence of Santa Claus.

Carrying an oil lamp, Torre was walking in the corridor and was ready to go back to his room, after all, he would continue to set off tomorrow, unlike worrying about the sneak attack of the monster at night in the wild, since he stayed in a hotel, of course he had to sleep well.

When I passed by the bathroom, it just so happened that the people inside also walked out. Through the light of the oil lamp, Torre could see that it was the old woman who was cleaning here.

The "......" corridor is only enough for three people to pass, and it stands to reason that there will be no impact of blocking the road, but Torre, who was standing in the middle of the corridor, thought about it and chose to stand aside to let go of the road, after all, it is inconvenient for the old man to move, and at the same time, this is also a sign of respect. "Auntie, you don't sleep so late. Greeted with concern.

However, the old woman did not speak, but turned her head stiffly, and looked at Torre with bloodshot eyes...... Sure enough, I must have stayed up late for several days in a row, it was really hard.

Looking at the old grandmother's bloodshot eyes, I naturally thought of that aspect. Torre nodded, and looked down to find the blood-stained kitchen knife in the old woman's hand.

The blood stains on the kitchen knife have not dried up, and along the blade, drop by drop, fresh blood dripped on the floor, indicating that there was a fresh life that passed away not long ago...... Is it my own delusion, as if I smelled some blood, coming from the bathroom where the grandmother had just come out.

No, it's not an illusion, it's—"Preparing for tomorrow's breakfast? "Because of the mercenaries' sudden arrival, tomorrow's breakfast must be increased, and the grandmother has to choose to catch a few fresh chickens at night to remove the feathers, and in order not to dirty the place, she can only choose to deal with it in the bathroom. Now it's time to get out of it...... It's just that the chicken in your hand is still in the bathroom?

"Actually, the aunt doesn't need to prepare so much. Ordinary rice porridge will do. "I didn't think about it that much, and the thought of it made Torre embarrassed. Sure enough, the people in the village were very welcoming...... It's not as strange as a sister said.

When Torre thought so, the old lady didn't say anything, as if to verify Torre's conjecture, and grinned enthusiastically, showing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

At the same time, there was also the action of the grandmother raising the kitchen knife in her hand tremblingly.

At this moment, the oil lamp in the mercenary boy's hand was extinguished.

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PS: Well, the number of words in this chapter seems to be a bit small, but it doesn't matter, because it's burned out.

PS: The final villain boss of this book released yesterday, I guess someone didn't pay attention, and it has been posted in front of the origin volume. It can be understood by itself as the true prologue of the book.