Hearing Lin Xiaolu's words, Wugou was shocked for a moment.
You are truly worthy of being a little deer benefactor, I will do the same tonight!
Thinking of this, Wu Gu's mood finally improved, and he began to enthusiastically discuss with Lin Xiaolu the essentials of side kicking.
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Late at night, midnight
At this time of year in the past, the villagers in Wanfu Village must have gone to bed early. After all, most of them were old people and children who could not stay up late, but tonight was an exception. No one dared to sleep at all.
In the dark night, more than 200 villagers gathered in the middle area illuminated by four bonfires. These villagers are all elderly people, as well as some country children. They are gathering together in an orderly manner at this moment, sitting on the ground and chatting in the light of the fire.
On the four sides of the bonfire, several tall farm men stood vigil in the four directions of the southeast and northwest. These men were strong and dark-skinned. They were the kind of people who would not be trifled with in the world. , but their eyes at this moment are all full of exhaustion.
At this moment, on the east side of the open-air camp, a tall man with grass in his mouth was sitting next to the campfire, hugging his knees and staring motionlessly at the dark field ahead.
Although the man's dark eyes were tired, they were still determined. The round-headed silver-white hammer placed beside him also shone a metallic orange under the light of the bonfire.
His name is Wanwu, and he is currently the only middle-level warrior in Wanfu Village who is good at using hammers.
It would be difficult for ordinary monks to take advantage of ghosts of the same level. Unless they were professional monks like Maoshan who dealt with ghosts all day long, ordinary monks would be overwhelmed by things like this that came and went without a trace. The possibility of a sneak attack by ghosts and monsters to death is still very high.
But warriors are different. Under the same realm, almost all warriors can fight against ghosts and monsters. They rely on the masculinity brought by their strong bodies and perseverance souls, as well as the strength produced by practicing the three death sutras of forcing gods. Forced.
But they also have a shortcoming, that is, if the ghost finds that the warrior is too powerful to defeat, it will be very easy to escape.
Warriors don't have a good way to keep ghosts away, unless the ghosts can't bear to think about it and insist on charging against the warrior's masculinity.
So in normal times, Wanwu would not take a fierce ghost seriously at all, even if this fierce ghost seems to be in a higher realm than himself. But the difficulty is that he is not alone. He has to protect a village of old people and children.
As the most powerful warrior in the village, he has been tense all the time after not sleeping for three days. No matter where ghosts appear, he will rush there immediately, which undoubtedly makes him very tired.
That's why the villagers gathered together, fearing that the evil spirits would attack and harm people one by one.
"Gugu...Gugu..."
In the dark fields, there were faint calls of night owls.
These cries reached Wanwu's ears, making his already heavy sleepiness even heavier.
He turned his head, looked at the villagers who were also afraid to rest, and sighed deeply.
I don’t know when Emei Shangxian and the government will send people to support them.
Wanfu yawned and patted his face. Just as he was about to turn around, he found that many villagers who had worked hard to stay up late had already begun to fall asleep.
He smiled, did not blame, and continued to watch his night.
It's normal. The young people in the village and the warriors who are more powerful than him have all gone to the city to find a living. Most of the remaining villagers are frail old people and children. It's understandable that they can't hold on for a few days and fall asleep.
He continued to watch silently, listening to the gentle call of the night owl in his ears, and unconsciously felt a sense of peace of mind.
After a while, he saw a round-headed night owl flying down in the empty and dark field ahead of him, standing on the ridge of the field, tilting its head and hooting at him.
Seeing this childlike scene, Wanwu felt more relaxed without realizing it.
This little thing is not afraid of the evil ghost coming and swallowing you up too.
"Gugu...Gugu gugu..."
With the melodious cry of the night owl, Wanwu's eyelids began to slowly become heavier, and the sleepy villagers behind him began to fall asleep one after another. The night watch warriors in the west, south, and north also lowered their heads and their eyelids. Zi Zhi fights.
Wanwu consciously resisted sleepiness, looked into Ye Xiao's dark eyes, and felt that his whole body became very comfortable, as if he was lying in the embrace of the night.
Is it going to be dawn soon?
Very sleepy.
I can't sleep, I can't sleep, there are powerful ghosts harming people. I am currently the strongest warrior in the village, with the strongest yang energy, and I have to take care of the villagers.
When he found this place, he took a deep breath, and then tried to open his eyes, but within a few breaths, the tide of sleepiness enveloped him again.
He hadn't slept for three days. In a daze, he thought of his eldest brother who joined the army in the imperial court. He learned all his martial arts from his eldest brother.
The eldest brother has not been home for several years, but he sends some money back from time to time.
Last month, my eldest brother wrote a letter saying that he would come back during the Chinese New Year this year and arrange a marriage for himself.
But he has already fallen in love with Widow Liu in the town. The first time he went to Widow Liu's noodle shop to eat noodles, he was fascinated by her round butt. His soul was seduced, how could he fall in love with other women?
But what should I tell my elder brother?
With my eldest brother's temper, can he allow himself to marry Widow Liu?
Afraid of breaking his legs.
Wanwu was thinking about how to convince his elder brother, but when he was halfway through thinking, he suddenly felt something was wrong!
Why did you close your eyes?
Under the light of the bonfire, Wan Wu suddenly opened his sleepy and turbid eyes, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a bright red Huajiaozi appearing in the gloomy field ahead of him. Next to Jiaozi stood the night owl staring blankly at him!
In an instant, the twenty-year-old man felt his scalp numb. He suddenly discovered that the night owl was simply a corpse, but it was controlled by an unknown force!
The previous calls were all made by this dead night owl!
Looking at the strange and charming girl who was parked alone in the middle of the field and had an abnormal red color, all the sleepiness in Wanwu's body was suddenly swept away. Just as he was about to get up, his consciousness fell into a trance.
In the silent night, the strange red sedan parked quietly in front of him. Wanwu's face looked dull. Sitting with his knees crossed, he turned his head little by little in the firelight and looked behind him.
Behind him, at some point, there were villagers with dull faces, like living corpses!
Yes, all the sleeping villagers appeared behind him at some point. The old people and children all looked dull, holding sickles and sticks in their hands and looking at him, forming a large area of darkness. Even the other warriors who were vigilant like him were holding various swords and standing in the crowd, staring down at him with a pair of dull pupils.
"You... you..."
Seeing this horrifying and strange scene, Wan Wu stared hard and his throat rolled.
Before he could finish his words, the next second, an unusually loud voice suddenly sounded in the dead night sky.
"Everyone, come and see, there is really a ghost here!"
