I, Wang Ha, the Assassin of Three Red Warriors

The fat cook turned his head and patted his chest to make a promise, with the look of humiliating his chef's dignity to make people hungry.

Just when Qiuzi and Youyouzi were about to agree to come down, the old man of the mountain who had been standing beside him suddenly spoke.

"Qiuzi, Youyouzi, we still have a lot of dry food with us, we'll just eat these at night, don't bother the village."

Although he didn't understand why Wang Hassan made such a decision, Qiuzi silently chose to obey.

On the other hand, Youyouzi, when he heard that he had to eat the hard cold dry food at night, he immediately looked burnt out and lost his dreams.

"The monk is a monk and has always been vegetarian."

Sheng Bailian stepped forward, leaned on the nine-ringed tin stick gently on the ground, and gave a Buddhist ceremony to the fat cook and others with one hand.

"Just now, the little monk smelled the smell of meat coming out of the kitchen. I thought that the meal for the benefactor and others tonight was not suitable for the little monk, so I didn't have the audacity to ask for alms."

Sheng Bailian also rejected the fat cook's invitation, and planned to eat some dry food that she brought with her at night like the old man on the mountain.

Of course, the reason why she didn't choose to ask the fat cook to help prepare some vegetarian food was not out of embarrassment to bother him, but because of another deeper reason.

"Okay, since all the adults have made their decision, I won't say anything more."

The fat cook spread his hands in regret, but he didn't try to persuade these people to stay, and turned back to the kitchen.

Chapter 513 Demon Village

Due to the inconvenience of the legs and feet of the old man with a goatee.

Therefore, Niu Peng, the strong hunter, became the guide this time, responsible for arranging everyone's residence at night.

"Please come with me, I will take you to the place where you live, there is an empty house not far away."

Niu Peng doesn't talk much, and although his muscles are bulging and he doesn't look easy to provoke, he has an honest and honest look on his face.

As the best hunter in the village, Niu Peng's ability to act naturally is undeniable, and soon he led everyone to a house.

"The family moved away a long time ago, leaving the house as a residence for entertaining guests in the village."

As Niu Peng said, he pushed open the door of the yard, revealing three bungalows inside.

The houses are all the most common wood, but it seems that they have not been maintained for a long time, and they are slightly dilapidated.

There is still a layer of rotten leaves on the ground in the yard, which seems to have fallen last fall.

Everyone walked into the courtyard, and Youyouzi came to the front of the room and gently opened the door, but unexpectedly, his face was covered with dust from the inner frame of the door.

"Ahem, why is there so much dust? It feels like no one has lived in this place for a long time."

Youyouzi covered her mouth and nose and coughed twice, then took out the handkerchief she carried with her and wiped her face.

Niu Peng scratched his head, and after thinking for a while, he gave a reasonable explanation.

"No one has come to our village recently, and there is no one in charge of cleaning this place. You can clean it yourself later, and things like bedding are also in the cabinet."

After bringing everyone to the place, Niu Peng didn't plan to stay for a long time.

At the same time, he also avoided being asked questions again. He was not as smart as pigtails, so he couldn't handle these things.

"If you have anything to do, you can come to the north of the village to find me."

After leaving this sentence, Niu Peng left without looking back, and soon disappeared.

In the yard, after inspecting the house, everyone gathered together again, preparing to assign how to live at night.

"Grandpa and I are two people, just live in the biggest room." Youyouzi said without hesitation.

Dongfenggu Qiuzi was the second to make a decision: "Then I will live in the room on the left."

"The little monk lives on the right."

Sheng Bailian lives in the last one. She always abides by the rules and regulations, and doesn't pay much attention to basic necessities of life.

After the house was divided, everyone dispersed and prepared to clean the house. No one wanted to live in a dirty environment.

In the main house, Yuyuko took on the housework spontaneously.

She waved her hand and used magic to blow away the dust that covered the room, then picked up the broom and began to clean up the messy garbage on the ground.

"Eh? Why did this doll fall on the ground? It's a bit broken."

From under the table, Yuyuko picked up a dilapidated rag doll, its body was full of stitches.

One of the doll's button eyes was missing, and there was a tear in its stomach, exposing the straw stuffed inside.

Yuyuko looked at it in her hand, and then put it on the table.

"Maybe it was left behind when the owner moved out?"

Youyuko stared at the doll for a while, a faint purple lifelessness flowed in the girl's pink eyes, as if a scene of a little girl hugging the doll and laughing appeared in front of her eyes.

"It's so broken that it's still being patched. I think its little owner has been reluctant to throw it away."

The old man of the mountain sat quietly beside him, watching Yuyuko's movements.

Those who master death energy are closer to the nether world than ordinary practitioners.

Through a certain opportunity or medium, it will naturally be easier to connect with the soul of the deceased.

After a long time, Youyuko Xixingji sighed and continued to tidy up the house, but no smile appeared on his face.

After cleaning the house, Yuyuko turned the quilt out of the cabinet, shaking the quilt corners with both hands.

"How long has this thing been in the cabinet? It's moldy, how can someone cover it at night!"

She frowned and looked at the large mold spots on it, clenched her small hands tightly, and her complexion became more and more gloomy.

"Okay, Yuyuko. It's not a big deal, just clear it up with dead energy."

"Grandpa, did you find out a long time ago? Something is wrong with this village."

The old man of the mountain had just spoken words of comfort, but Youyouzi suddenly looked at him, walked over a few steps, and began to speak uncontrollably.

"Those guys, they've been hiding something from us! I think I should know by now..."

Inside the mansion, in front of the kitchen.

The fat cook was sitting on the steps, gnawing on a big bone stick in his hand.

The bones in his hands were about [-] to [-] centimeters long, and looked like the leg bones of some kind of animal. The sound of chewing and chewing echoed in the courtyard.

The old man with the goatee was sitting on the stone, silently waiting for Niu Peng's return.

Soon, Niu Peng, who was tall and tall, stepped over the threshold and sat down beside the two of them.

"How are those people? Didn't they notice anything unusual?" asked the old man with the goatee.

"Arranging them to stay here, we shouldn't have revealed anything, otherwise those demon masters would have already used their knives."

The old man with the goatee breathed a sigh of relief, but the worries in his heart were not completely eliminated.

"However, how did we leak the news here? Don't forget, they came only after receiving a call for help."

Niu Peng didn't quite understand this matter, and he gave his own opinion after recalling it for a long time.

"The last wave didn't leave anyone alive, and no one was allowed to escape. No one should have the chance to escape and report the news."

"Hey! That's going to be weird."

The old man with the goatee tapped the ground with his cane, but he couldn't figure out why, so he didn't get entangled for the time being.

"But then again, since the news has leaked, this place is no longer safe, and we can't stay here for long."

The cautious old man with goatee lowered his voice and told his two companions what he thought.

"Then, what about these people? Shall we let them go, or..."

When Niu Peng asked such a question, the old man with a goatee felt a little difficult to make a choice, but overall he still preferred not to cause trouble.

"The nun and the two onmyojis don't know what their background is, but the witch is from the Moriya Shrine. If we do it, will it cause any trouble?"

Just as the old man with the goatee had finished speaking, the fat cook who had been gnawing at the bones became unhappy.

"Anyway, after finishing this last vote, let's change places and continue to eat and drink. Can he find us at Moriya Shrine?"

The fat cook put down the big bone stick left in his hand, his small eyes narrowed on his fat face, and his words were a little bewitching.

"What's more, the few people who came this time saw that they were pampered on weekdays. The taste should be much better than those mud legs that escaped from the four countries last time, right? Everyone, don't you want to try something new?"

Chapter 514 Listen carefully, your evening bell is echoing in the night sky

Niu Peng swallowed subconsciously.

The old man with the goatee, on the other hand, did not completely succumb to his instinctive desires.

"But, can we beat them? Four demon masters."

"Hey, Tuoyang, why are you getting more and more alive, old boy? The number of people on our side is several times that of theirs, so we can't beat them?"

The fat cook picked up the big bone stick in his hand and made a gesture to knock it, causing the old man with goatee to beg for mercy repeatedly.

"Okay, Inojiri, you can say yes."

Seeing that the old man with the goatee agreed, the fat cook also withdrew his movements.

"But the old method can no longer be used. They are quite vigilant and won't eat what we give."

Speaking of this, the fat cook felt a little resentful towards the old man of the mountain. He had almost succeeded in coaxing the two little girls.

"Yeah, prescribing medicine won't work. Why don't we just sneak up on the door and attack them before they are prepared?"

Niu Peng doesn't like to use his brain, he has always done things straightforwardly, he chose the most simple and direct way.

"Okay, let's do as the old cow said. I'm going to get the knife now, and when it gets darker, we will do it!"

The fat cook patted his thigh to make a decision, and casually threw away the big bone he hadn't finished gnawing.

Immediately there will be better meat to eat, and this waste is wasted.

When the demons and ghosts left the yard, Xixing Yao, who had been invisible all this time, approached the back kitchen.

But you can see skeletons like mountains and bones like forests.

Human hair was stretched into felt sheets, human skin and flesh were rotten into dust, human tendons were entangled on the spatula, and human blood was boiled into offal.

It was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and it really stinks badly, making Xixing Yao pull back in disgust, afraid of being contaminated with any filth.

Xixing Yao originally wanted to leave directly, but he thought about it before leaving, and sprinkled a touch of Buddha's light to sweep away the filth and save the innocent souls who died in vain.

At the beginning of night, there was a crisp knock on the door in the yard.

"Master Suzuki, I just thought about it again, and I still feel something is wrong."

Qiuzi Dongfenggu opened the door and walked into the house, with an indescribable sadness on his delicate and white face.

"In addition, I also found these things in the room, all piled under the bed in a random pile."

With that said, Qiuzi put a bundle on the table, and let go of her hand to reveal the things wrapped inside.

More than a dozen pieces of dirty and torn clothes, rotten and broken dry food, various sundries, and some scattered money.

"These seem to be things that have been used by someone, and they have been used for a long time."

Xixing Temple Youyouzi pinched his nose, picked up the clothes with the branches he picked up, looked at them, and fiddled with other items.

"Yeah, I checked that too."

Qiuzi Dongfenggu nodded and expressed his inference.

"These items should belong to at least a dozen people, so they definitely don't belong to the old owner. Presumably, they should belong to the people who have stayed overnight, but haven't they left long ago? Then why are these things here?"

Having said that, Qiuzi Dongfenggu paused.

"Master Suzuki, Yuyuko, I'll tell you something later, don't be afraid."

"Don't worry, grandpa and I have received professional training, and we won't be afraid unless it is absolutely necessary." Youyouzi promised.

"Then I will say..."

The dim candlelight hit the girl's face, the candlelight flickered and danced, and the shadow cast on the wall flickered and appeared.

"We may have entered a monster's lair now!"

"The old man with the goatee just now, as well as the fat cook and uncle hunter behind, maybe, maybe all monsters became..."

After talking about this incomparable discovery, Qiuzi Dongfenggu looked at the old man of the mountain and Youyouzi, only to find that they were sitting there calmly, as if they knew it long ago.