Chapter 359 Silly Woman
Huailin Village, as its name suggests, is surrounded by locust trees, and there are also several large locust trees in the village.
When Wu Yan arrived, there were not many people in the village.
In late autumn, more villagers go to work in the surrounding fields. There are only some children, old people and village women in the village. They stay in the village to cook lunch and deliver it to the villagers in the fields.
Wu Yan hid the rapier in an inconspicuous wooden staff. He held the wooden staff, pretending to be a passerby, and walked slowly to the village.
Coupled with his extremely ordinary public face, no one will regard him as the Xiaoyu Pavilion killer who has killed countless people.
Disguise is a required course for killers, but in the past when he did tasks, most of the time he didn't need to "act"... But that didn't mean he wasn't good at it.
He naturally messed up his hair, patted some dust on his face and body, and rubbed the soles of his shoes until they were threaded on the roadside. He looked like a traveler who had come on foot from a long distance. Perfect presentation.
Of course, he couldn't just ask a villager about the "dead man". It was too obvious and ostentatious. If the "dead man" was really alive, it would be a warning.
But it is not impossible... According to what your Majesty said, this person died not long ago. If he was from the village, he would probably have relatives and friends in the village. When someone dies in the family, they will always Hang some white paper or something, even if you don't hang it, there will definitely be some signs.
For example, the paper money scattered on the floor, the traces of placing the coffin, such as...
Wu Yan has seen countless dead people over the years, so he naturally knows it very well.
So he began to stop and observe at the door of every house. If someone noticed and asked, he would claim to be a passerby and ask for a bowl of water.
"Oh, young man, you see your face is covered with dust, do you want to wipe it?"
An old woman asked kindly: "Is just a bowl of water enough? I still have porridge at home, would you like a bowl?”
Soon, Wu Yan met a more enthusiastic family.
But he had already observed at the door. Apparently no one had passed away in this house. He did not want to stay any longer. After taking the water handed to him by the old woman and drinking it in one gulp, he bowed and turned around to leave. .
"Oh, don't go there."
The old woman saw the direction he turned and walked, smiled and said: "That road is not to the official road, but to the back mountain. There are no roads in Huailin. "
Wu Yan was a little helpless, and turned around with a smile: "Nothing, I just want to go sightseeing and look around, I'm not in a hurry."
"Then don't go."
The old lady advised: "That's where the dead people are buried in our village. It's very dark and unlucky."
The dead people are buried there?
Wu Yan glanced at the end of the road - the path spread, with only a few scattered houses, and some large and small graves could be faintly seen in the mountains and forests in the distance.
That's where he's going.
But now that the enthusiastic old woman is here, insisting on going over will obviously attract unnecessary attention.
"That's it." Wu Yan said with a look of surprise: "But how many other families are there?"
The old woman took a look at the huts and her face became a little disgusted. : "They are all unlucky families. Young man, don't go there. If you want to go sightseeing, go east. It's closer to the capital and the scenery is nice."
Wu Yan responded, After saying thank you, he planned to walk east as instructed to get away from the old woman and take a long detour to visit the cemetery behind the village.
But as soon as his voice of thanks fell, the sound of crying suddenly came from the house of an "unlucky" person not far away.
"Brother, where are you... Wuwu ah..."
"My sister misses you, but my sister can't find you, Wu ah ah... My sister is hungry, my sister is hungry..."
< br>Hearing the cry, the old woman's face changed slightly.
“Oh, what a sin!”
She shook her head and glanced at Wu Yan helplessly: “Young man, let’s go quickly, there is nothing interesting to see or do in our village.”
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After saying that, her enthusiasm dissipated without a trace, and she turned around and entered her hut.
Wu Yan frowned slightly and turned his head to look in the direction where the crying came from.
Why did the old woman who was kind and enthusiastic just now change her face when she heard the cry?
The crying continued, and the owner of the cry was obviously a woman. She was crying very sadly and painfully, and even beat the doors and windows, making continuous banging noises.
In addition to crying and making noises, she kept on...
Shout hungry.
"Brother, my sister hasn't eaten. My sister is so hungry..."
"Brother, where are you? My sister is so hungry. My sister wants to eat, I want to eat..."< br>
Wu Yan’s expression also changed.
There were some memories that he did not intend to forget intentionally, but he never took the initiative to chew them over and over again. After all, they were not good memories.
But it's all too similar.
The closed small room and the people locked in the room came from the cry of hunger...
Unconsciously, his body turned around uncontrollably, towards the small room. Walk step by step. "Hey, young man!"
At this moment, the old woman's voice came from behind.
Wu Yan turned around stiffly.
“Don’t go there!” The old woman stuck her head out of the window of her hut and reminded: “That’s the silly woman someone bought not long ago. I was afraid that she would run away, so I locked the house! After a while, her man came back. , I’m going to beat my mother-in-law! Don’t get yourself into trouble!”
Wu Yan nodded at her, but continued to walk forward.
The old woman shook her head, thinking he was a nosy man, and closed the window with a snap.
Wu Yan naturally has no sympathy, but for some reason, he now wants to go and have a look.
This "thinking" was not even a thought in his mind, but a natural reaction of his body.
He didn't know how pitiful a silly woman who was bought and locked in the house was, but he knew that it was very uncomfortable and uncomfortable to have nothing to eat when she was hungry.
He slowly walked towards the hut, the sounds of crying and banging on the doors and windows getting closer and closer.
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... I want to eat..."
At that moment, in Wu Yan's eyes, the person in the room was no longer some stupid woman, but his young self.
If you open that door and feed yourself at that time, will you not be hungry anymore?
Unconsciously, Wu Yan was standing at the door of the hut.
His five senses are sensitive. Through a door, he can "see" the situation of the woman in the room without using his eyes.
She was very thin, very weak, her meridians were blocked, her energy and blood were extremely weak, and she couldn't even stand firmly. She could only half-lean against the door and keep beating.
She cried until she was hoarse, and her hammering efforts were powerless, so she could only scratch the door in vain with her nails.
This door is not strong, and the iron lock on the door has long been rusted. Wu Yan knows very well that he does not even need to draw his sword, he only needs to reach out and fold it, and the lock will fall.
But there is such a door and a lock, but the people inside cannot open it no matter what.
So, he slowly stretched out his hand.
“Hey! Who are you!”
At this moment, there was a loud shout behind him!
Wu Yan’s whole body was filled with excitement.
Being touched on the back by someone silently... This was almost impossible for him to happen!
He turned his head sharply, and the hand on the wooden staff gathered strength slightly.
But after seeing the person clearly, he finally suppressed the urge to take action.
This is a man, a very ordinary man.
He was dark and thin, and his trouser legs were covered with mud. He held a sickle in his hand and looked at himself warily.
In just a moment, Wu Yan made a judgment.
This is the owner of the hut and the man of the silly woman in the house, who has just returned from working in the fields.
He is back, and the people in the house will no longer be hungry.
In just a moment, reason and calmness returned to his mind, and he responded softly: "Just passing by."
"..."
The man looked at him full of doubts and vigilance, and looked at him tightly. He tightened the scythe in his hand: "It's none of your business, get out of here!"
Wu Yan was not angry, he nodded calmly, turned around and left.
Not far away, there was a sound of yelling, kicking, and giggles coming from behind him.
"Damn woman, I'll just leave for a while, and you can just cry and cry, I'm not dead yet!"
That was the man's scolding voice: "You idiot, I thought it would be easier to buy a fool, but it turned out to be a fool. You’re just eating! Damn it! Get out of here!”
Wu Yan turned his head slightly and saw the man sitting on the ground. The woman was scolded, kicked and beaten very hard, but the woman actually had a silly smile on her face and even reached out to hug the man's leg.
"My brother is back, my brother is back!"
"My sister is not hungry anymore, my sister has food to eat, hehe, I like my brother the most!"
Those fists and kicks fell on her body, but she felt no pain at all, and instead smiled very happily.
She has disheveled hair and is skinny and skinny, but probably because she has been locked in the house all year round and cannot get sunlight, she is as white as a lotus flower, and her face is obviously full of stupidity, as if she is two or three. He is as young as a young child, but his eyes are as bright as two stars.
Wu Yan didn’t look again, turned around and got into the shadow of a big tree next to him, drifting like a shadow towards the Sophora Forest Cemetery in the back mountain.
(End of this chapter)