Painted Skin: Girl Monster Hunter

With a drag bottle, it is difficult to remarry.Widow Zhang is very realistic and doesn't have any big dreams, but she always feels bitter when she looks at her daughter.

She tucked the quilt for her daughter and went to the hut.

It's late autumn, and it's bitingly cold.

The little north wind was blowing so loudly that it almost extinguished the candle in her hand.

She was protecting the candle with one hand, and lifted up her trousers with the other, when she suddenly heard the family dog ​​barking desperately.

How strange, she thought.

I've never seen the dog bark so wildly, hunched over and barking into the darkness.

"Heizi, stop barking!" She reprimanded.

Usually, Heizi listened to her the most, but this time it was different, the more she scolded him, the louder he barked.

Widow Zhang was a little angry, stretched out her leg and kicked the dog, cursing: "Bastard, I don't want to live anymore!"

With a groan, Heizi broke free from the rope and jumped into the darkness.

Seeing that the dog was running towards her sorghum field, Widow Zhang suspected that someone was stealing food from her family, so she followed her with small steps.

The wind swirled and rolled over, and the stub of Widow Zhang's candle suddenly went out.

The moon is dark and the wind is high, and Liao has no stars. She stands helpless at the edge of the sorghum field.

Do you want to go and have a look... Or don't forget... It's too dark, without candles, you can't find dogs or catch people, so let's go back, the bed is still warm, she thought.

When she turned around, she suddenly heard someone moaning in the sorghum field, which sounded very painful.

A few days ago, a few grains of sorghum fell in her field every day. She suspected that weasels were causing trouble, and feared that the sorghum would be ruined before it was ripe, so she put animal traps in the field.

Shouldn't it catch someone...

The wailing sound was endless, and Widow Zhang couldn't bear to hear it.

She boldly called out, "Who's there?"

A painful voice came back from the sorghum field, but the tone was clear and clear: "My good sister, come and save me, my leg is caught, it hurts so much."

Widow Zhang had never heard such a nice voice, and she spoke Mandarin, not their local dialect. The widow knew that he was not a local.

The villagers here always have loud voices, and their voices are hoarse.In contrast, the sound in the sorghum field is simply heavenly.

She didn't know what was wrong, even though the surroundings were pitch black, she still brushed her hair and cleared her throat.

"Whose family's husband is speaking?" She was startled by her official voice, and it turned out that her soft voice was also nice.

"My good sister, I... I just passed through this place. I am a scholar who was going to Beijing to catch the exam. I was delayed on the way, and I was so anxious that I wanted to go on the road at night. I never thought that I would sprain my foot and fall into this sorghum field and step on the animal trap... oh ..."

The scholar let out a long sigh.

When Widow Zhang heard that he was not only a scholar, but also a big shot going to the capital, she no longer had any doubts, and hurried into the sorghum field.

Widow Zhang came to Xiucai's side, touched his ankle, and got blood on her hands.

It looked like he was seriously injured.

She frantically groped in the dark to open the animal trap, and inevitably touched Xiucai's wound during the process.

The scholar gasped and moaned.

The widow knelt beside Xiucai, half of her body leaning on him, she could feel the ups and downs of Xiucai's body and the heat of his exhalation.

She blushed when she thought of being so close to a strange man in a sorghum field that was taller than a person.

Fortunately, it was so dark that no one could see her flushed face like a monkey's butt.