Trying to pretend to be human today

Chapter 310 The Skeleton of "Wen Tao"
Go catch up and have a meal.

Bai Su said it sincerely.

He really wanted to rush the scene.

Although most of the attention is placed on the main body, there is still such a small ray, a small fragment placed on the other side.

"So - if nothing happens, I will close the door."

The black-haired young man clapped his hands together, then put his hands on the old woman's shoulders and pushed her outwards, using a force that no one could refuse.

The old woman couldn't react and didn't have the strength to resist, so she just pushed out along with the other two fish heads, and then the door closed.

With a bang, the late night intruder was shut out.

Afterwards, Bai Su ignored the other fish-headed heads who were still lying on the wall in a daze, and went back to the house and sat down on his seat.

Qi Zhuyue still didn't wake up.

Bai Su didn't hold the book this time. He just closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was face to face with the big face of a human young man at a close distance.

A single eyeball is born from layers of softness, and the drop-shaped flocs hanging downward are like petals, wrapping the eyeball.

No matter how you look at it, there should not be an eyeball flower growing on the beam of the ancestral hall.

And... what is this?
The young man who was clinging to a high place with the help of external force felt dizzy. He saw eyeballs in his eyes, but it was not just eyeballs.

The beam was actually very dark, and the young man did not bring any lighting equipment. After some changes occurred in himself, his senses were strengthened.

Therefore, he thought he could see clearly what was on the upper eaves of the house.

He did see clearly now, and saw many things that were not there.

Just like when he looked in the mirror every day, the black shadows on his face were constantly present and emerging in different directions. The eyeballs were growing there, and the lower half was hidden on the beam, also hidden in the darkness.

Nausea, dizziness, retching, the real physical reaction made him loosen his hand holding the ladder. Fortunately, there was black mud behind the young man, and the puddle of mucus extended forward along his open fingers, replacing the young man. I hung it on the support.

Bai Su... Bai Su didn't expect it either.

On the other side, when he was dealing with the old woman and the fish-headed follower who suddenly came to the door, he paid a little attention to this eyeball.

He would glance here from time to time to see how far Wen Rongxuan's battle with the fish-eye villagers in the ancestral hall was progressing.

The last time Bai Su glanced here, Wen Rongxuan below was controlling the black mud to pick up the fish-eye villagers, knock them unconscious and throw them outside the ancestral hall.

At that moment, Bai Su said with emotion that human beings are quite gentle and didn't even try to kill him, and then looked away.

When I look over again, the progress seems to have been accelerated.

After the young man threw away people and searched the ground, the things in the ancestral hall rolled into a mess again. He moved a long ladder from somewhere and put it on the beam to climb up.

After climbing a few places, he collided with the eyeball flower.

It's a bit of a coincidence. It can only be said that Wen Rongxuan is very unlucky.

He glanced at the young man who had not yet regained consciousness. He was a little greedy for the black sludge attached to the other person's body, and felt that he should take away the small box on the right first.

How about... take a taste first?
Eating and doing things at the same time, multi-line operations in the same space are not difficult for monsters.

The eyeball flower soon branched out into two long white branches, one reaching towards the small box to roll it up and wrap it, and the other reaching towards the black mud wrapped around Wen Rongxuan's shoulders and neck.

After eating several mouthfuls, Gujiguji vaguely felt that the young man was about to wake up, and his eyes jumped down decisively with the box.

The white hand that was implicated in Wen Rongxuan swept across the person's body, licking up the remaining black sludge on the person's body.

Cleanly, even the bit between the fingers was swallowed.

If Wen Rongxuan hadn't woken up in time and grasped hard when the feeling of suspension hit him, what was waiting for him now would be a heavy fall.

There might even be bone-piercing pain.

After all, no matter how strange Wen Rongxuan is, he is still a human being, not one of those inhuman beings who can be rebuilt with endless pools of mucus after death.

After returning to his senses, the young man covered his head impatiently. He opened his eyes and found that there was nothing in front of him.

There are no so-called eyeballs, and there are no square boxes stored in the corners.

Everything seemed to be just his illusion, but the young man knew that was not the case.

The eyeball flower existed, and so did the box. He was even sure that the small box was what he was looking for.

Wen Rongxuan lowered his head and looked at his smooth hands that still had a strange touch. The pure white fantasy fragments he had seen before kept flashing in his mind.

Following his subconscious mind, the young man turned around.

In a messy room with altar tables, memorial tablets, and scattered sundries, Wen Rongxuan's sight was exactly the same as the white mass among the chaos.

Let's just put their eyes on each other. It should be a variation of the eyeball flower, which is now white and crumpled into a ball.

The white mass seemed to have noticed the young man, and a line was raised on both sides, as if smiling.

The box...was taken away.

Even if he didn't see this scene with his own eyes, the young man was still so convinced.

……

How to take this small box away and get rid of the humans behind it is the issue facing Baisu now.

Otherwise...he just ate the box simply and rudely?
However, there is still a bit of curiosity about the objects in the box.

The small ball of white catkins was thinking, and in the process of running out of the ancestral hall, it suddenly stretched and expanded, and turned into a withered strip like a long and thin ghost.

But in this case, the small heart-shaped box wrapped in the center is extremely eye-catching.

Finally, Tuanba Tuanba of white catkins allowed itself to proliferate a bit, and after reaching a size that could construct a six or seven-year-old human child, the white catkins wrapped the box in layers and stored it in the body.

After running not far away, the faceless white figure as tall as a child turned around and looked at the young man who had caught up with him.

Wen Rongxuan was dirty all over, and the rain had left obvious marks on his body. There was blood on his trousers. It looked like he had scratched his skin after jumping from a high place.

There was fresh black mud surging around his feet. It looked like he had summoned it again, and Bai Su could feel the delicious smell around him gathering around him.

"Hand it over." Wen Rongxuan read, "Hand over that box!"

It is unknown what kind of existence Bai Xu is, and he is not a human being.

Only inhuman existence can make Wen Rongxuan fall into a long-term panic, just like when he first read the book, the book that was given as a gift by an outsider.

For Wen Rongxuan, who has not yet left the human category, his fear still exists, but his long-standing obsession now overwhelms him and allows him to take steps forward.

The box is what young people seek.

The white shadow of the faceless child twitched twice, and an eyeball barely sprouted from the honeycomb-shaped soft and concave surface, right in the center of the face.

His eyes looked at the young man, as if asking why.

"You...you are an outsider." Wen Rongxuan said this with a look of caution on his face.

When he said the word "outsider", several faces that he had just seen in the morning flashed in the young man's mind. In particular, the smiling appearance of a young man with fair skin, black hair and black eyes took up the main part of the picture.

Soon, this idea was thrown out of Wen Rongxuan's mind.It shouldn't be... right?
There is still a big gap between humans and non-humans. Although the black-haired young man he saw in the morning made him a little frightened, he still gave people the sense of human beings.

Thoughts back to the present.

What does this outsider, who clearly doesn't belong to the village, want that box?
For more than ten years...for more than twenty years, Wenjia Village has always been its own system. Although there are occasional tourists from outside, most of them have left.

The small number who are unable to leave and are forced to stay, whether they merge with the villagers or disappear forever in the mountains and forests, are still ordinary people.

So, what is the human shape made of white floc in front of us?
His thoughts were as messy as a ball of yarn drawn by a cat's claws, and it was impossible to sort it out. All the young man could do was open and close his mouth and make gestures, while black mud rose erratically around his feet.

A long time ago, humans lamented that there were not many traces of animals on the mountain where Wenjia Village is located.

The outside of the woods is fine, but when you go deep into the woods, you will inevitably encounter a large amount of black silt.

The people in the special department didn't know, but Bai Su knew.

Now the black mud has condensed into pheasants, rabbits, snakes... and several cattle and sheep. Judging from the species, they are domesticated, and they may have been lost in the mountains and forests.

Various animals were densely distributed there, and the black silt tended to extend further. As soon as it reached the height of a person, Wen Rongxuan's expression changed.

As soon as the words muttered in his mouth stopped, the gestures on his hands also stopped.

His movement was interrupted, and the black sludge that had not yet condensed into a specific image disintegrated, falling to the ground like black water in the rain.

Oh?
Bai Su blinked his single eyeball.

He seemed to know what was forbidden.

There is only one possibility that contacting Wen Rongxuan's story will cause the young man's complexion to change drastically.

Faced with so many alien animals, Bai Su was not anxious or annoyed, and he was still able to control the hand-shaped part of the human figure made of white catkins - which actually only had two fingers. The hand reached into the body.

The small box, which was linked by countless white silk threads, was pulled out. As the threads became thinner and longer, you could still see the seal attached to it.

Bai Su only glanced at it before stuffing it back in again. The chest of the child Bai Ying became flat again, and it was impossible to tell from the outside that there was anything hidden inside.

In the end, Bai Ying spread his hands, as if helpless, but more like expressing a provocation.

Probably...it expresses an attitude of not giving it to you.

As a result, after receiving the "provocation", a string in Wen Rongxuan's mind finally broke.

He chanted something loudly, and then pointed his hand forward.

The animals crawling at the young man's feet were about to move, and after a certain syllable, they all rushed out.

Theoretically, in the face of such an army of animals, even if there were no beasts, the white figure standing there like a child would be overwhelmed in terms of momentum.

However, this is not the case at all.

At first, the white figure was quickly suppressed by the animals rushing over, and the black animals crowded into a hill.

Because they are not living creatures, they cannot feel pain. If their legs are broken, they will press down, and if their necks are broken, they will bend.

The animal hills piled up in this way are full of twists and turns. At first glance, they appear to be full of severed animal limbs.

Moreover, the size of the "mountain" is decreasing sharply.

The imaginary scene of animals biting Bai Ying and hiding back in the box did not happen at all. Even because it was covered, the young man couldn't see what happened inside.

For Wen Rongxuan, all he could feel was the constant loss of control...gone, all gone.

The size of the animal hill was reduced to the end, finally revealing its inner appearance.

The white child figure stretched out his hand, and the animal caught by him let out a short, ear-piercing howl as if it was stuck. Then it was picked up and stuffed into the white figure's body.

No matter how big or small, that's how that slender hand handles things.

Guji, Guji.

The honeycomb-shaped white shadow's body tore open a slit, like an open mouth swallowing an animal. If the swallowing failed at one time, it would be repeated several times.

He's... eating.

The human mind understands this.

The cooing sound was still echoing in my ears. What creature could make such a sound?

I don't know... I don't think there is such a thing in my mind.

The sound of eating filled his ears like a magic sound, and Wen Rongxuan was distracted. When the cold rain hit his face and woke him up, there were no animals left in the mountain forest composed of black silt that the young man had summoned.

The child-shaped white figure's abdomen was wide open, with a large crack opening up and down. From the top of the crack, you could still see the box that humans wanted.

As if hiccupping, Bai Ying trembled for a moment and closed his "mouth".

The white eyes also looked at Wen Rongxuan again.

Perhaps because he ate a lot of black sludge, his human form expanded a lot, growing from a six or seven-year-old child to a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy.

...can't get it.

The rain touched Wen Rongxuan's eyelids and after he woke up, he realized this.

……why?
What followed was random thoughts.

Why would such a being come to the village?
Why would such a being appear at this point in time, when the sacrifice was about to be held?

Was it the village chief who hired him?for what?Is it to further ensure that the sacrifice can be held?

Did the village chief already know that I would attack the ancestral hall?Damn it... this is the only place he has confirmed, other places... other places he will -

"What do you want from other places?"

There was no sound of exhalation, but the voice was close to people's ears.

Distinguish it carefully... Sentences that are not human-like are directly transmitted into the mind from the pinna of the ear.

Wen Rongxuan rolled his eyes with difficulty.

The single eyeball was close at hand, and at some point, a boy-like white shadow stood in front of the person. He forced the taller young man to bend down in order to look at each other at close range.

The eyelids were held up by external force. The young man felt a few beats slower. He was forced to change his movements and was unable to move.

The shoulders were held down, the head was held by a pair of white "hands", and in front of the eyeballs, a thin long white needle was suspended, as if if something went wrong, the long needle would poke it out.

"So, where is the rest?"

The babble came into his mind, and the young man opened his mouth unconsciously.

"In...in the village...by the lake - only the village chief knows the exact location."

"Next question, what's in the box?"

"...It's the skeleton." Wen Rongxuan said, "It's the skeleton of 'Wen Tao'."

(End of this chapter)