Named "Six-Six" and given free recourse, Fang Nuo escaped from her without hesitation, and under the guidance of the two birds, he scurried to other places in the village that he had not yet visited.

Less than two days after he arrived in this mountain village, the human inhabitants of this place learned from various sources that the witch had a new pet.

By this time, most of the inhabitants had gotten up, and most of the people who had seen him running by invariably squeezed out of their throats the short, rhythmic sounds of amusing small animals, and some of them had thrown a part of their breakfast from a distance, cheapening the two birds that had been inseparable from him.

The witch was a man with secrets, and Fang Nuo was familiar with his surroundings along the main road of the village, thinking about what he had just seen by the window.

This "secret" is not only that she has the "ability" to master the use of atmospheric spiritual power, and can perform so-called "miracles" - according to the village chief, this ability seems to be called "weaving spiritual power threads"; Moreover, she is also burdened with the mystery of her life experience and origin, and the time spent in the mountain village has caused countless people to think deeply.

People don't seem to be genuinely grateful to their guardians, and the more "naïve" nature of this race compared to the monsters makes it easy for these people to talk about rumors about their "master" in front of a seemingly harmless little beast.

"It's been a good job lately, and the crops in my greenhouse are growing well, thanks to the witch who drove away all the beasts that like to dig holes, so the cold wind won't pour into it."

"Oh, my little duckling, but didn't you say last time that that woman must have her own considerations for helping us, so let's not rely on her too much?"

"What a joke." "I'm just thanking her for her contribution to us, which proves that she still has value in staying in this village...... Haven't you heard of it? In the world beyond the mountains, there are a group of 'capable people' who can perform miracles like the witch—"

"I've heard of it, but so what?"

"They're hunting witches! Tsk, I mean, they're targeting weirdos who jeopardize the lives of ordinary people like us. The villager named Duck Zhangmu said, and looked at the white-haired beast squatting not far away, "This witch of ours is not guilty of this." ”

These guys, knowing that witches can use magical powers, don't they even watch out for the little animals passing by, aren't they afraid that they will have the witch's eyeliner on them?

Thinking about it, he was not afraid, and after listening for a while, Fang Nuo came to his own conclusions and answered his doubts.

As humans, they instinctively go further and reach out to a wider world than the Yellow Immortals, however, their living area is confined to this small mountain village, and every day they have to do either count the food reserves for the winter and the number of seeds to be sown in the field for the coming year, or run to their guardians to confide in their bad luck and ask for blessings and help.

They need more excitement in their lives, and sometimes defiant authority is a "good choice."

If it is said that questioning the witch and making fun of the witch's jokes is also considered "provoking authority......

These happy people, accustomed to a life protected by witches, began to inexplicably miss the time when the witch was not there, and wanted to see what the witch would look like when she really turned into a "witch".

No wonder the village chief wanted to say at the time, hoping that the witch would not regret her current state of mind in the future.

"This village feels so strange to me."

The two birds could not understand the human language, and could only feel that the atmosphere was very harmonious through the appearance of people chatting with each other while working. But as a newcomer, Fang Nuo was different, after observing and witnessing the performance of the villagers from the perspective of a bystander, there was a faint chill in his heart, only to feel that a hidden danger was hovering in this place and could explode at any time.

But it doesn't necessarily happen to him when he first comes, and there is a limit to how bad a beast can be unlucky, otherwise he still doesn't think about letting the two mourning birds learn the language, and trying to make himself transfer is the top priority.

After a short walk around the village, Fang Nuo began to return the way he came.

He is very interested in the "Witch's Garden" mentioned by Taro before, and he is also very interested in the various kinds of knowledge that exist in the Witch's House.

As for the "ordinary people" in this village who came into contact with for the first time in his life, for unknown reasons, Fang Nuo was not interested in them.

He felt that these people were a bit like the elders in the family who had repeatedly failed to win the title, had no confidence in their own growth, and completely relied on the failure of other juniors to give them the motivation to live, and he didn't want to intersect with such creatures.

"Sure enough, if you want to live alone far from home, you have to go farther away......" Unconsciously, he had labeled this mountain range in his heart, "If I choose to stay in the future, I must find a way to convince the witch to let her ......"

Let her let go of her responsibility to protect this village and go to another country?

It's really funny, Fang Nuo couldn't help laughing at himself, he had only known that human for a few days, and he thought that his thoughts could change the other party's mind?

"Sure enough, it's better to leave."

"Oh?"

"If you don't understand me, don't make a noise to increase your presence...... Don't pretend to be a normal creature in front of me. ”

Fang Nuo turned around and jumped up, but was nimbly dodged by the blackbird flying in mid-air, and what was waiting for him was a prompt sound of increased malice value.

Sighing in his heart, he sighed in his heart that Fang Nuo, who had not been away from home for a long time and was really becoming more and more mature, ignored the high chirp of the blackbird after his trick, and ran along the route he remembered towards the dead wood forest on the edge of the village.

Passing through the dead woods, there is a stone staircase leading to the location of the witch's house, the witch should still be busy in the village at this time, and many villagers want her help.

"It really touched the bird, it looks like you've made up your mind." Before climbing the boulder platform, Taro, who had wings and planned to go to the witch's house one step ahead of time to wait for him, said with a smile.

"Don't be self-impressed." Knowing that there was a language barrier between the two of them, Fang Nuo replied angrily, "I just need a safe place to stay, and that hut is the only reference object at the moment...... When I found another place to settle down, I moved out until the carriage drove into the mountain village again! ”

The two birds didn't care what he said, and not only that, but they quickly spread their wings and disappeared from his field of vision in a few moments.

……

"Once upon a time there was a beautiful garden on the outskirts of the kingdom, where children could walk through the flowers in the spring; In the middle of summer, take a dip in the shade of the trees and catch the cicadas crouching on the trunks; They can gather the fruits of autumn together and hold the thin snow of deep winter together...... It is a place where they can forget their troubles and have their own pleasures, and it is their paradise. ”

"The owner of the garden is a noble lady who has a high status in the kingdom society, and beneath her beautiful exterior is an unkind heart. She had been traveling for a long time to increase her reputation throughout the kingdom, and the garden was perennially filled with the joyful laughter of children during her absence. ”

"Brother, isn't the garden in the story you told the one in front of us?" The girl's childish voice sounded, interrupting the words of the person who had spoken earlier.

"Ha, ha." The young man she called "brother" let out a dry laugh, and his tone sounded weaker and weaker, "How is it possible, this is still far from the kingdom. ”

"If I'm not mistaken," he said with a sigh as he stroked his sister's hair, "this is the garden of the witch of the mountain village...... It was the home of the traveler who suddenly appeared one day under the stone wall at the end of the day while our parents were still alive. ”

"One autumn ......" he continued to tell the unfinished story of Fang Cai, as if in this way, he could keep his consciousness alive.

One autumn, the eldest lady suddenly returned.

When she saw the children playing in the garden, she couldn't help but be enraged, and her long hair was combed into two spiral ponytails, and she couldn't help but sway at the intensity of her emotions:

"Who allowed you to enter my garden? Get out of here! ”

The children were frightened by the sudden jump out of the girl and ran in all directions.

After the children were removed, the eldest lady had to erect a solid fence around the garden, and a sign with the words "No Entry" was fixed on the wall.

The spiritual power between heaven and earth has turned into various traps under the manipulation of the eldest lady, beware of bad children who ignore warnings and sneak in.

Many unwitting children have fallen into those traps and have sadly closed their eyes forever under that wall, unable to be saved by anyone.

The eldest lady also had a deep canal dug by the wall to lead the living water of the kingdom's moat through it, and the fierce fish that originally inhabited the river migrated there, and the spiritual power accumulated made their bodies stronger and more cruel.

Many unwitting children unfortunately fell into the canal, and their bodies piled up one after another, becoming the food of the big fish.

Over time, the children came to understand a pattern: every evening, they would be able to step on the bridge built by their companions on the canal, ignore the obstacles, climb over the fence, carefully avoid the ubiquitous traps, and leave their footprints in the garden; And the next morning, those who have not left the garden will be eaten up by the evil creatures in the canal, and they will never be able to leave the garden again, and the souls of the dead will be transformed into spiritual power between heaven and earth, which will be used to repair traps and persecute the next group of brave young people.

"Ah, that's a witch!" Those who heard of this condemned the young lady who had not returned to the garden since, but no one had the courage to go to the garden and destroy the hateful traps and slaughter the man-eating monsters.

"Brother, does the witch in this story have anything to do with the owner of this garden?"

"Haha," said the young man, patting his sister on the head, chuckling, "of course, it doesn't matter. ”

"However, I was thinking, the stories are written by people, and they are all spread by people, maybe in the beginning, it was not recorded like this......" He vaguely heard the sound of the black Grim Reaper singing, and couldn't help frowning, but he still tried not to let go of his last breath and insisted on speaking, "Perhaps, it was originally just a story of a declining aristocratic family, but gradually, through word of mouth, it became what it is now." ”

"Ha, I just felt it." He sighed lightly, "My life may be coming to an end, you will need to think independently in the future, and you must not fully believe the main idea of every story......

"Our witch has a secret, but, no matter what anyone else says, you must know—"

"Whoa—oh!" The rapid chirping of birds obscured the advice of the youth.

A blackbird landed on a branch above the heads of the two young men, tilted its head, and looked at the two strangers with curiosity in its eyes.

Why didn't he remember that the witch had hired a gardener or a gardener for this garden, which had been temporarily abandoned in winter?