For time, some people live like years, and some people just snap their fingers through the years. However, after all, time did not slow down for anyone, nor did it slow down for anyone.

Feeling that the time was almost up, Yan Xiaowu dressed neatly and pushed open the dilapidated and cracked wooden door that poured into the cold wind from time to time.

Outside, gloomy clouds are filled, and the stars and moon are dark.

The middle-aged monk stopped meditating, crossed Yan Xiaowu without hurry, stepped out of the threshold and stepped into the darkness first, and walked ahead to lead Yan Xiaowu.

Yan Xiaowu hesitated for a moment and looked towards the dark surroundings.

Before, there was an agreement with the old village chief that he would prepare dry food for them before they set off, and wrap them with the luggage of the other two people.

In order to prevent the two lucky boys from showing their feet, the old village chief did not tell them in advance, and they were still in the dark.

However, when the appointed time came, the old village chief had not yet appeared.

The middle-aged monk walked ahead, without waiting for anyone.

Yan Xiaowu frowned and followed.

The villages in the mountains and forests are unusual villages, and even if it is dark at night, there will always be some traces of light.

Here, the ancient trees are towering to the sky, and the shadows of the trees are swaying, covering the already looming glow.

The real hand is not visible.

However, no matter how dark it is, it will not affect the middle-aged monk, nor will it cause any inconvenience to Yan Xiaowu. She can't see, it's the same with and without light.

It's just that in this dark night, Yan Xiaowu smelled a strange smell.

Compared to the hustle and bustle of last night, today's village is surprisingly quiet.

Those hidden in the dark night, there are the mournful singing of black crows, the fierce barking of vicious dogs, and even the occasional whimpering and mournful howl of the mountain wind...... Only no human voice was seen.

Before the dust settles on the Bodhi fruit blossoms, even if it is late at night, there is no reason for people here to sleep peacefully.

Yan Xiaowu was inexplicably scared.

......

There are not many people with mulberry trees in the yard, so it is easy to identify.

The courtyard door was not closed.

The mountain wind swept by from time to time, and the two courtyard doors swayed back and forth, making a "squeak, squeak" sound, which seemed a little slender and sharp in the dark night.

The middle-aged monk stopped outside the courtyard gate, and Yan Xiaowu, who had palpitations all the way, almost hit his head on the middle-aged monk's back.

"What's wrong?"

Yan Xiaowu asked.

"There's no one in there. The middle-aged monk replied.

Yan Xiaowu "chuckled" in her heart.

"Go to the next house. ”

......

There is only one pond in the village.

There is only one house next to the pond.

When the two of them appeared at the door of this household, this time, without waiting for the middle-aged monk to speak, Yan Xiaowu took the lead in breaking into the door in a panic.

"Anyone, anyone?......"

Although Yan Xiaowu couldn't see it, she could still feel the mess in the room.

She stumbled and fumbled around.

Apparently, though, she pounced again.

After coming out of the house, Yan Xiaowu bit her lip and hesitantly looked at the middle-aged monk who was standing in the dark waiting for her with an indifferent expression.

He should know what's going on?

"Go to the old village chief. ”

Yan Xiaowu endured and didn't ask.

"Good. ”

Middle-aged monk Dao.

......

Yan Xiaowu believed that the middle-aged monk had a way to find the old village chief's home, and the middle-aged monk did not disappoint Yan Xiaowu.

As on the previous two occasions, the middle-aged monk stopped outside the house and did not enter.

Yan Xiaowu also hesitated and stopped outside the house.

There was a faint smell of blood emanating from the room, and corpse gas.

The middle-aged monk looked sideways and asked, "Don't you want to take a look?"

Yan Xiaowu asked in a hoarse voice, "Old village chief, are you dead?"

Smelling the smell, it should be half a day since I died.

"Dead. The middle-aged monk said neatly.

"Why?" Yan Xiaowu was a little distracted.

He prepared a salute for the two men, and was discovered...... He is the head of the village, but he carries the villagers on his back to pack their bags...... The villagers, feeling deceived, killed him. The middle-aged monk said expressionlessly.

"He can explain......" Yan Xiaowu roared.

"Will anyone listen?"

The middle-aged monk asked rhetorically.

......

"What about the people in the village?"

After Yan Xiaowu calmed down, her face was heavy.

After walking most of the village, except for the dead old village chief, there was no one in sight.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.