Chapter 1466 1438. Did you hear it?
The village chief seemed to be just attracted to have a strange look, then said hello and left.
Lan En cut off some of the round edges of a Temerian Oren coin according to the price, which was regarded as paying the accommodation fee.
But when Lan En watched the village chief walking away on his thick-soled black priest clogs, his eyes followed the old man for a moment before turning back.
The witcher sniffed, and he was sure that he had heard it right.
The village chief's hands smell of blood.
And it is the same as the butcher, it is the smell of blood accumulated over the years.
It’s just that the blood doesn’t seem to be human, but just some animals, such as cows or horses, maybe monkeys, wild boars or something?
Isn’t this village a post station for taking care of large livestock?
Is this responsible for slaughtering?
And even if the slaughtering is done, it should not be done by the village chief, a part-time priest.
Shintoism believes that corpses are unclean things. Even when it comes to funeral rituals, the focus of their rituals is on the extradition of the soul, not on the corpse that has lost its vitality.
And in this part of Japan, the monks are basically responsible for funerals.
How can you communicate with the gods (Shinto concept) with blood-stained hands?
But Lan En’s feeling was just strange.
After all, everyone has their own secrets. Since the other person's hands are not stained with human blood, there is no need to take it too seriously.
Maybe he is just a Shinto priest, but secretly likes to eat meat?
It doesn't matter whether the village chief likes to eat meat or not, Lan En has been allocated a residence in the village.
Although this room is still a wooden house and thatched hut, it can be seen that it is already a first-class room in the village.
The shed is located far away from the big animals and faces a river, so the body odor of the animals is much lighter.
The size is also very suitable. It can be seen that several people were originally supposed to share a room, but it seems that because Lan En gave a good price, he is now the only one.
It's the Linjian next to the house. Lan En didn't see anyone coming out to watch the fun just now. Maybe the people working are catching up on their sleep.
"Father, did you really let him live here?"
In the distance, Daisuke Kikuchi's hand rested on the handle of the sword at his waist, and Haori covered the scabbard. Beside him, a young man looked at the big house in the distance with him and said.
“Do you have a problem?” Daisuke Kikuchi glanced sideways at his son, Kikuchi Sadaikichi.
This kid is good at swordsmanship, but he keeps talking about what big things he wants to do. As a result, he is too lazy to do the small things in his village. He hangs around all day and shouts at the people who are doing the work.
Therefore, he was called "Idle Dingji" by the people in the village.
"Although there seems to be no problem, this is too weird."
Sadaikichi Kikuchi scratched his Tsukiyo head.
"The world is big, Nobuchi." Daisuke Kikuchi is very open-minded, "Things you think are unbelievable have happened to others. Look at that suit of armor."
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"Look, our village is not as valuable as the cage hand on his armor."
The old warrior raised one hand and patted the forearm of the other hand. He gestured to the [Smaug] arm armor he had seen before.
“And look at the way he just took out the gold coins without bargaining at all. Tsk, I think even in the Ming Dynasty, he is not an ordinary person. Is there any news about the Ming Dynasty’s big shots coming recently? ? Never heard of it."
Sighing, Daisuke Kikuchi turned to look at his son.
"Okay, tonight you lead a night patrol. Don't pout! Do you hear me? Are you looking for a beating?"
"Monsters and bandits, any one who comes in will be killed! Be more serious!"
Daisuke Kikuchi kicked his son on the lower back, causing him to stagger several steps away.
Kikuchi Nobuyoshi patted the straw sandal prints on his lower back and went to work reluctantly, muttering.
After all the hard work, the sky has actually darkened. If you don’t want to burn lamp oil, it’s time to take a rest.
Lan En, who was in his own house, first fiddled with the fire in the pit, making a crackling sound of burning wood.
After the sunlight completely dimmed, he slipped out through the crack in the door silently.
The body, which appears huge compared to ordinary people, showed superior flexibility at this time.
As for Lan En's concealment skills, there is really no risk of being discovered when faced with a patrol in a mere village.
He even passed by Daisuke Kikuchi's residence and walked all the way to the depths of the village.
The sloppy, dirty, but life-like dirt roads in the village disappeared, and were replaced by bluestone roads paved up the mountain.
There is still moss growing on the corners of the gaps in the stone slabs, indicating that this road has been through for a long time.
The stone steps winding upwards have two torii gates.
It is a large framed door frame painted vermilion in Shintoism, on which ropes and paper hangings are sometimes hung.
Often standing in front of the shrine gate, it symbolizes the dividing line between the divine realm and the human world.
After passing the first torii gate, on the side of the bluestone steps is the shrine where the village chief lives and worships daily. Then go up, and you will find the main object of worship, which is the huge cherry blossom tree with slightly shiny petals and long-term blooming.
The locked gate of the courtyard where the cherry blossom tree is located cannot stop Lan En at all.
He just turned over lightly and silently climbed over the door that was only two people high.
Just like Lan En’s impression when he first saw it during the day.
This cherry blossom tree looks even more beautiful at night, almost gorgeous.
The falling petals are like beautiful light rain.
But after his feet landed on the ground, Lan En kept frowning.
The eyes, which are already deep enough to make the viewer panic, are looking down at his whole body.
From time to time, he would extend his palms in front of his eyes, as if he was looking at something invisible on his palms.
“No.”
After looking at his body for a while, the witcher made a low-pitched assertion. "The power wrapped around my body has nothing to do with this cherry blossom tree."
"It's not because we suddenly appeared in the courtyard where it is that these powers entangled me. That is to say."
Lan En's eyes opened from the brilliant, petals fell silently and leisurely He moved away from the cherry blossom tree and looked around unfocused.
“It’s really because we set foot on this land that we were immediately entangled.”
In the end, even Lan En couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth: “ Although I still don’t feel any danger, it’s really outrageous.”
He moved his arms and palms.
“Do you really want to tattoo my [Body Light]? I asked?”
Those strands of power have been growing more and more in Lan En’s [Body Light] Fall down and attach.
Looking at it, it does look like a meticulous painting that has not yet been outlined.
Even with Mentos' calculation power and Lan En's insight, facing a painting that doesn't even have a rough outline, it's impossible to deduce what it will turn into in the end.
After coming to the cherry blossom tree again, and confirming that the power wrapped around himself, Velvet Ball, and Qilin had nothing to do with this tree, Lan En was ready to leave the courtyard.
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An unknown river passes through Shisanying Village, and his house is right next to the river.
After he rushes back silently, he can let Qilin quietly come over from the river with the flannel ball on his back, and they can briefly meet and communicate.
Basically no one is aware of it.
After getting off the bluestone mountain road and stepping onto the village loess road again, Lan En calmly looked at the patrol passing by in the darkness.
A disinterested young warrior leads the way, followed by four dozing, sniffling militiamen.
It was only then that Lan En discovered that the militia guarding the village gate during the day had fairly good equipment.
At least there are a few pieces of iron scattered around the body for protection.
The remaining militiamen are really just wearing single clothes, with a long gun in their hand, or a cheap knife in their waist.
He didn't even have a forehead protector with an iron plate on it. He looked like he was doing farm work and only had a triangular sweat towel wrapped around his head.
The light of the torch held by the leading young warrior passed by him, and then Lan En waited for them to go away, and then walked to the door of his house without any disturbance of breath.
The wooden door of Lan En's house has been slightly oiled on the door shaft. As long as he opens it silently and walks in, no one will notice.
But at this moment, I only heard a 'squeak'.
The door shaft of the wooden door made a dry friction sound.
The sound showed the movement of the person pushing the door, with a flinch and hesitation.
In the village that was so silent that only the sound of gentle running water was left, this small sound seemed sudden.
Of course this cannot be the sound of Lan En opening the door.
Lan En's body had already slipped into the door that he opened smoothly, with only one head exposed, as if he had just been attracted by the sound.
“Is there anyone?”
A voice that was as hesitant and timid as the door push came out just now.
Every household in the village has turned off the lights and gone to bed. The human voice at this time is abrupt and weird in an environment so silent that only the background sound is left.
It seemed as if the night was getting darker.
"Is there anyone? Anyone can do it?"
He asked again, almost crying, but still keeping his voice low.
He was obviously asking for help, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, as if he was afraid of waking something up.
This kind of contradictory voice in fear makes people feel hairy in their hearts.
"There is someone." But at this time, a calm voice spoke to him.
That was Lan En’s voice.
"What's going on with you? It's very late now."
His tone sounded like he was dissatisfied with being woken up, but his face always showed calm contemplation and calm observation.
Tone and expression are separated from each other.
A man with black ash on his face, who looked sleepy and had just woken up, tremblingly poked his head out of the open door.
He seemed to be paralyzed by fright, his body was paralyzed, and his expression was paralyzed.
After looking around, I saw Lan En.
And it seems that he no longer has the energy to observe Lan En's appearance and the height of his head.
After that, he asked with a slight hope and a twisted face.
“Didn’t you hear any noise?”
“What noise?” Lan En asked, “I only heard your noise.”
He said this, but the demon hunter's senses were already activated, but his keen hearing found nothing.
"Motion." The man trembled, but still lowered his voice and emphasized, "There is something! Broom! Linen! There is movement of these things rubbing against the tatami!"
"Tatami? "Lan He raised his eyebrows and said, "Does your room have a tatami?"
"That's why." The man's expression was like he was about to cry under Lan En's questioning, "No!!!"
Suddenly! The firelight of the patrol that had gone far away flickered in the distance! At the same time there was a shout!
“Monster!”
And then, the man stuck his head out from the door to talk to Lan En.
His expression suddenly became frightened, and then he seemed to be pulled back by a force!
The whole person's head was pulled sideways back into the house, and even the door was slammed shut with a 'bang'!
Without any hesitation, Lan En jumped out directly! He raised his foot and stamped on the door of the neighboring house!
(End of this chapter)