Chapter 131 You are going to marry me today (25)
I don’t know why things have come to this point.
Jing Shui has been about half a step behind Wen Chan, following her side, peeking at her from time to time.
The moonlight illuminates the entire village like daylight, and you can see everything clearly without using a lantern.
This is Wen Chan's first time visiting a village. There are yellow mud houses with thatched roofs everywhere, and they are not wealthy at all.
The poorer you are, the more ignorant you are.
At night, people fall asleep early. If you want to make people die quietly, you have to have a beautiful view of the water.
He can walk through walls inexplicably, giving people a creepy feeling.
Jing Shui looked through the small notebook in his hand, stopped at the first house, gently grabbed Wen Chan, and got into the house without saying anything.
A moment later, he floated out of the room while reading a book, not noticing a few drops of blood splattered on his fair and beautiful face.
Wen Chan stared at him intently.
"Cicada?"
This made Jingshui unable to ignore her gaze no matter how hard he tried.
Why... why are you looking at him like that?
Do you think he can’t kill people?
But...she was the one who said it, and she said she wouldn't scold him.
"How did you recognize it?" Wen Chan asked an unexpected question.
“Huh?” Jing Shui was a little confused.
Wen Chan reached out and took the small notebook from his hand. Looking at the simple and abstract little figures on it, she really didn't know how he could tell the difference.
She looks the same.
"For example, who is this person?"
She pointed to the little man picture that had just been crossed out in the notebook and the ink was not yet dry, and there was another little man next to it.
It is so abstract that there is only a circle on the top, and on the bottom are all kinds of crooked "big" characters.
Seeing that she didn't blame him or hate him, Jing Shui breathed a sigh of relief.
“Easy to recognize!”
He actually explained it to Wen Chan seriously.
Soon, he grabbed the next victim from the book, threw it in front of Wen Chan, and pointed out the difference to her.
“Look at this person, he has short legs, which makes him look ugly at first sight.”
So he drew the “big” limbs extremely short, which perfectly matches his temperament.
“But he is not the only one who is short.” Wen Chan looked at the painting and then at the person.
This man was not dead yet, he was caught in Jing Shui's hand, with a look of horror on his face.
Someone suddenly broke into his house in the middle of the night and dragged him out. It was very scary.
Now in front of him, we are discussing that he is short and ugly. Is this the work of a human being?
Maybe it’s not a human being, a real human being wouldn’t be able to do such a thing!
"What do you want to do? Who are you? You are not from the village!" He growled to embolden himself.
In fact, no one in the village has ever seen Jingshui, and even if they have, they have no impression.
At the scene level, the presence is not strong, and it will not attract attention even if it is mixed among the villagers.
When he came out to work today, someone finally questioned his identity.
"And you!" The man didn't know why, but he really emboldened himself.
“You don’t stay in the Well Temple all the time, but you still dare to come out! This is a great disrespect to the Well God!”
Wen Chan raised her eyelids with a strange expression on her face and said with a sinister smile: "You talk about the Well God every day, but you don't even know the Well God?"
She pulled Jing Shui towards her, "Look The rumors in the village in the past two days have not made you remember..."
"Ms., come on!"
She shouted softly, and Jing Shui beside her rushed up and pinched her. He grabbed the man's neck.
Just as he was about to exert force, as if he thought of something, he dragged the man into the house.
No matter what, he couldn't let Cicada see his ferocious look.
When he came out again, he shook his hand and wiped away the blood on it.
Discussed with Wen Chan nonchalantly: "Not only does he have short limbs, he also has a hollow head, which makes him easy to recognize."
As he spoke, he raised his brush and drew more on the little figure. Crossed. Except for this man's head, which is round, the other villains have more or less a few strokes in their "heads".
Wen Chan had never seen this method of recognizing people before, and silently gave him a thumbs up.
One night, Jing Shui and Wen Chan were busy identifying people and killing people.
It is precisely because of this that he was a little slow in killing everyone the first time. When the sky was slightly bright, he killed everyone this time.
As the rooster crows, Jing Shui also draws the last cross in his notebook.
By this time, most of the men in the village should be dead.
According to Jing Shui's own statement, whoever he saw in the Jing Temple every night would die.
Those who go to Jing Temple in the middle of the night have bad intentions.
"...Why do you like to stay in other people's stomachs?" Wen Chan suddenly asked a fatal question.
Obviously they were standing side by side, but at dawn, Wen Chan was alone.
Because Jing Shui could not see the sun, he returned to her belly.
At first, his stomach would feel a little bloated, but after he adjusted himself, Wen Chan had no other unnecessary feelings.
She can understand that Jing Shui can't see the light of day, but she hides it in her stomach whenever she disagrees with her. It really makes people experience the feeling of being a mother inexplicably.
“…”
Jing Shui was really confused by her question.
It took me a long time to say, "I've always been like this..."
During the time when he was not a human being, he had been staying in other people's stomachs.
You can’t change this habit even if you become a human now.
The only difference is that he did not absorb the nutrients from Wen Chan's body.
Of course, Wen Chan had nothing in his stomach that he wanted to absorb.
“……”
The answer to this question obviously dissatisfied Wen Chan.
She frowned, but didn’t say anything after all.
According to what he said, he might have really absorbed the stillborn fetus in Yang Mianmian's belly.
In a sense, he seems to be Yang Mianmian's son?
Wen Chan was amused by this idea.
She raised her hand and patted her belly, and then followed Jing Shui's method and started scribbling on the notebook he left behind.
Not long after, there were a few more pages of abstract little figures in the notebook.
[Cicada, what are you doing...]
Jing Shui didn’t quite understand Wen Chan’s thoughts, but soon, Wen Chan showed it to him.
While the whole village was still awake, Wen Chan went to sweep around again and almost eliminated all the remaining men.
As the first scream sounded in the village, Wen Chan faced the rising sun and returned to the Jing Temple.
Jing Shui: "..."
He killed Cicada behind his back, not letting her see it, for fear that she would see a little bit of blood.
In the end, she did it herself, which was even worse than him doing it.
He was worried that she would be scared, which was really unnecessary.
…
Hong Gu and the others stayed with Yang Mianmian all night and fell asleep.
After Wen Chan came back, she immediately went to wake up Yang Mianmian, and the others finally had time to rest.
Yang Mianmian felt pain in the back of her neck and her head was still dizzy.
As soon as she opened her eyes and saw Wen Chan again, her face turned pale.
Wen Chan threw the notebook in her hand to her and sat down beside the bed.
Before she could speak, Yang Mianmian hugged the quilt tightly and shrank to the foot of the bed.
Wen Chan: "..."
Is she so scary? They all cast a shadow on people.