guile fairy

Chapter 39: Bear Girl
  The sun outside is extremely hot, as if it can peel off a layer of skin.

Fu Zhaozhao dragged his heavy steps and knocked on the door of every house in the village.

However, this behavior was obviously in vain. The village was extremely quiet, as quiet as if there was no one at all.

The feeling of hunger and dryness swept through her whole body, and her head, which was still sober, suddenly became heavy.

Fu Zhaozhao found a shady place to rest under a tree. She knew very well that Xiong Nu's purpose was to make her die in her sleep.

Although she knew very well that this was just a dream, she didn't expect that this dream was exceptionally long and extremely real.

I don’t know how much time passed, but when the sun was in the middle of the sky, a cicada chirped through the silence.

Just like a signal, the originally unpopular village suddenly became bustling with people talking and laughing, seemingly coming from all directions.

Smoke was rising from a place, and Fu Zhaozhao's eyes instantly lit up. When he took a closer look, he found that it was the house she had knocked on before.

After hesitating for a moment, she walked away.

After knocking on the door a few times, the chatter and laughter inside suddenly disappeared, as if they were deliberately ignoring the person who knocked on the door.

"Is anyone there?" she asked weakly.

However, the response to her was silence.

Just when Fu Zhaozhao turned around and left in disappointment, the door was opened a crack.

It was a middle-aged woman with neatly combed hair, wearing a washed white scarf, as if she had just come out of the kitchen. There was no expression on her face, and she looked at Fu Zhaozhao as if she were looking at a dead person.

The two sides looked at each other, and neither of them spoke.

After a moment, the middle-aged woman said in a voice without any emotion: "Come in and close the door."

She turned slightly to the side, leaving a small gap, waiting for people outside to enter.

Fu Zhaozhao noticed that although the sun was shining brightly outside, the house was completely dark, and there was even a bit of cool wind blowing in his face from time to time.

Seeing that she hadn't come in yet, the middle-aged woman's eyes became colder and she seemed to be planning to close the door.

The next moment, Fu Zhaozhao entered the house lightly and closed the door.

As soon as the door was closed, the last light was taken away, but fortunately, the middle-aged woman took an oil lamp she took out from somewhere and lit the candle inside.

The dim candlelight filled the surroundings more and more.

The middle-aged woman placed the oil lamp on the table, then turned to look at her: "Wait here."

Her voice was still emotionless. After saying this, the middle-aged woman left without saying hello.

Fu Zhaozhao glanced around. Although it was impossible to completely illuminate the house with just one oil lamp, most of it was fine.

Her eyes scanned the house, unable to see clearly, but there was always a feeling of familiarity, as if she had seen it somewhere before.

While Fu Zhaozhao was thinking, there was a clanging sound from the direction of the kitchen, as well as the clanging of pots and pans.

I have to say that this kind of environment, coupled with the sounds coming from the kitchen, will make people think of some plots in horror movies.

Fortunately, this atmosphere only lasted for less than a while, and the sound in the kitchen stopped.

The next moment, the middle-aged woman still had a straight face, holding a big bowl on the table.

"Eat." The middle-aged woman didn't seem to like talking very much, and she only occasionally said one or two words every time she spoke.

Although the tone was not very good, the food cooked by the other party was delicious. In a large green porcelain bowl, there are steaming noodles. On the edge of the thin noodles, there are a few small green vegetables and a nest of golden and beautiful poached eggs.

Just looking at it makes people feel soft. It is a very ordinary home-cooked noodle.

If it were normal times, Fu Zhaozhao would definitely not be interested.

But it's different now. It doesn't matter what she wants, plus she has somehow ended up with this skinny body, and this body hasn't eaten for a long time.

Not eating is simply a test for her.

Fu Zhaozhao decided to bypass this test and buried himself in his fans.

After a fierce operation, when she raised her head from the bowl with satisfaction, the large porcelain bowl was already empty, and even the extra light soup was drank up.

Just when Fu Zhaozhao put down the bowl with satisfaction, the middle-aged woman had been standing behind her for who knows how long.

When the other party spoke, she was immediately startled.

"Come with me when you're done eating." The middle-aged woman still had the same dead face and said in a tone without any fluctuation.

After the middle-aged woman said this, she walked straight forward regardless of whether the other party heard her or not, whether she wanted to follow her or not.

Seeing this, Fu Zhaozhao quickly picked up the oil lamp and followed.

The middle-aged woman seemed to be very familiar with this place. She did not use an oil lamp during the whole process and just kept walking in front. The oil lamp seemed to be prepared just for the other party.

After twists and turns, the middle-aged woman suddenly stopped in front of a small wooden door.

Middle-aged woman: "You will sleep here tonight. No matter who knocks or says anything, don't open the door. You can go back at dawn."

Fu Zhaozhao frowned, seemingly puzzled, "Wait until dawn? The sun hasn't set yet..."

As she spoke, she looked through the window outside.

But after a while, the sky that was still bright outside suddenly turned fiery red, as if it was covered by burning clouds, and the sun was about to set.

Fu Zhaozhao was stunned for a moment. She remembered that it had only been less than half an hour since she came in, so how could the sun set so quickly?

Seeing that Fu Zhaozhao had no intention of going in, the middle-aged woman opened the small wooden door impatiently and urged in a bad tone: "Hurry in."

With a gentle push, Fu Zhaozhao entered the room that looked like a utility room, and then there was the sound of the door closing.

In fact, calling it a utility room is not quite correct.

In addition to some moldy wood and straw randomly placed in the corner, there was only a small wooden bed, which looked like it had been temporarily packed away.

Fu Zhaozhao sat on the wooden bed, listening to the unstable creaking sound of the wooden bed, and his breathing gradually became more relaxed.

Normally, she would not let down her guard like this, but she didn't know why. Ever since she entered the house, although the surrounding environment looked a bit scary, she felt unusually relaxed.

When Fu Zhaozhao was thinking about something, she suddenly felt sleepy. After hesitating for a moment, she found a comfortable position to lie down, intending to close her eyes and rest.

With his eyes closed, it was midnight in the blink of an eye.

Fu Zhaozhao woke up from his sleep when the sound of knocking something was heard.

The sunset outside the window had already set, and along with the cool breeze, there was the sound of fingernails tapping on the door.

It sounded a little scary in the middle of the night.

(End of this chapter)