The soil under his feet was a little soft. Wang Ye looked around and saw a backpack and a sickle placed in the distance.
But the owner of the backpack was not seen.
Are you...harvesting rice?
Wang Ye walked towards the basket.
The sickle emits weak energy fluctuations and seems to be a supernatural item.
It's just that this energy fluctuation is too weak. If Wang Ye wasn't very experienced, it would be easily ignored.
Looking at the backpack beside him, Wang Ye's pupils shrank slightly.
What was inside was not rice, but balls of pureed meat, which seemed to be a little warm, and there were two eyeballs that had not yet been mashed.
This town really doesn't look so peaceful.
Wang Ye squatted down, grabbed a handful of soil, and let it fall from his palm.
A faint red color was left on the palm of the hand.
Is the nutrition of this straw flesh and blood?
Standing up again, Wang Ye looked around.
The direction of the scarecrow... changes!
Wang Ye can be sure that the scarecrow on the east side was not facing him before!
The scarecrow is also watching himself...
Frowning slightly, Wang Ye walked to the scarecrow with the ghost sword in hand and looked directly into the scarecrow's eyes.
Suddenly, the scarecrow's eyes seemed to move.
It was at this moment that Wang Ye's Ghost Sword slashed down without hesitation!
A splash of blood splashed out, making the ghost sword red.
But soon, blood drops dripped down the tip of the Ghost Sword, leaving no trace.
The scarecrow in front of him was cut in half silently. Wrapped in the outermost straw, it was filled with flesh and blood, and there were some half-broken fingers.
At this time...
A hearty folk song sounded.
A middle-aged man with a happy smile on his face walked from a distance, picked up the sickle on the ground, and carried a basket on his back.
Every time he walked, he would take out a long-handled spoon, scoop out a puddle of meat paste, and sprinkle it into the soil.
Moistened by the meat paste, the straw seemed to be much more lush.
Suddenly, the man's eyes fell on Wang Ye, or the scarecrow next to Wang Ye. His face turned pale, he ran over in a hurry, knelt in front of the scarecrow, kowtowed, and muttered something. .
It must be some kind of dialect. Wang Ye listened carefully for a while but didn't understand it.
After a long time, the man stood up tremblingly, took out a ball of meat paste from his backpack, spread it evenly on the scarecrow's wound, then picked up the half of it on the ground and pieced it together.
After everything was done, the man breathed a sigh of relief, shouted folk songs again, and started his work again with a smile on his face, completely unaware of how terrifying what he had done was.
And from beginning to end, he never even glanced at Wang Ye.
Complete disregard.
"Can't you see me..."
Wang Ye murmured to himself, then walked a few steps to the middle-aged man, stretched out his hand, and waved it in front of his eyes.
Being ignored.
"What's the principle? Ghost slaves shouldn't be like this."
With doubts, Wang Ye kicked the man on the lower back and knocked him to the ground.
Hands, face...everywhere was stained with bright red mud.
The man stood up with an angry look. He looked around and found no one. His expression changed from anger to horror. He knelt down on the ground with a plop, threw the sickle aside, and kept kowtowing.
Seems to be praying for something.
After a while, the middle-aged man stood up carefully. After finding that he was not attacked again, he happily started working again.
...
This village seems even stranger.
With doubts, Wang Ye no longer looked at the middle-aged man, but walked towards the village.
Everything you see is peaceful.
Several children were playing non-stop next to a stream. They would even occasionally grab something in the stream and throw it to each other, causing happy laughter.
only...
This stream is... blood red.
What the children grabbed were fingers, eyeballs, and even broken arms.
"Look what I got!"
One of them, who looked like a child king, was riding on a tree, next to a bird's nest, and he was pulling up a bloody head in the bird's nest to show off to the other children.
Faced with such a terrifying scene, the other children not only showed no fear, but looked at him with admiration.
"Hey!"
The child jumped from the tree holding his head.
It's just that he didn't stand firm when he landed and fell straight down.
Under the violent concussion, his head fell from his neck and rolled to the feet of other children.
"Kick the ball!"
One child excitedly kicked him in the head and kicked him away.
Several other children gathered around, you kicked me and I kicked you, and they were having a great time.
"Ouch, don't kick me in the head!"
On the ground, the child's head kept yelling, and the headless body kept chasing the other children.
But because the head is missing, the speed is a bit slow!
In desperation, he directly placed the human head he took out from the bird's nest on his neck.
this moment...
All the children stood strangely still.
They looked at the child king with some horror, and then they didn't know who was the first to shout: "Xiao Ming is summoning spirits!"
"Calling the spirit, calling the spirit!"
A group of children kept shouting in fear and fled into the distance!
Only on the ground, the head belonging to Xiao Ming was still rolling, seemingly at a loss.
The children's shouts attracted a middle-aged woman.
"bad boy!"
"Dare to play with anything!"
The middle-aged woman let out a burst of angry curses, picked up the head that belonged to Xiao Ming, walked quickly to Xiao Ming, picked up a stone on the ground, and hit it hard on the head that Xiao Ming picked up in the bird's nest. .
'boom! '
There was a soft sound, and the half-open eyes of the head closed again.
The woman skillfully removed the head and put Xiao Ming's own head back.
With a hint of discomfort, Xiao Ming shook his head.
"Next time you touch something dirty, no one will save you!"
"Who are your parents? Didn't they teach you anything?"
The woman tapped Xiao Ming's forehead with her finger angrily. Xiao Ming laughed brightly, hugged the head from the bird's nest on the ground to his chest, made a face at the woman, and gradually ran away!
