Bai Youwei pouted, disappointed.
She had thought the boy would pull all of Hans' nails out.
"This house has fewer nails than other houses. Werewolves may choose to attack here." Shen Mo pondered, "We should also be careful, don't wait until the sun sets, only to find that the nails have been stolen."
"How to prevent werewolves, we already know, but with so many people in the village, who will become werewolves?" Bai Youwei muttered in her heart.
She and Shen Mo strolled by the side of the road, looking through the windows from time to time to observe the people in the house.
Some are preparing lunch, some are cleaning tables and chairs, some are watering flowers, and some are teaching children—
"Damn it! What kind of weeds are you planting! Ruined all the vegetable seedlings in the house!" The mother roared at home, "Give it to me and burn it! Otherwise, don't come back to eat!!!"
Several handfuls of uprooted weeds were thrown out the door, and a little girl was pushed out and fell heavily.
Bai Youwei recognized her as a little girl playing ball by the well. She looked eight or nine years old, with hazel curly hair, a pink-white skirt, white socks stained with mud under the skirt, and a pair of small brown leather shoes.
The little girl raised her arm, wiped the mud on her cheeks, then picked up the muddy weeds in front of the door, and walked silently to the other direction of the street.
Bai Youwei thought about it for a while, and then went up to talk: "Hey, kid~ What are you planting in the yard? Is that the grass?"
The little girl ignored her and continued walking with the weeds in her arms.
Bai Youwei said again: "Hey? Doesn't your mother let you talk to strangers?"
The little girl stopped, her eyes extremely cold, "She is not my mother."
Bai Youwei was stunned.
I don't know if it was an illusion. For a moment, she seemed to see the little girl's pupils... turning into cones
Shen Mo pulled her, "what's the matter?"
Bai Youwei returned to her senses, and then looked ahead, the little girl had gone far.
"It's a little weird..." Bai Youwei frowned, pondered for a while, and said, "Let's follow up."
…
It stands to reason that the child can't walk very fast, but Bai Youwei and Shen Mo only turned a corner and lost the person.
He quickened his pace again, walked to the intersection, looked left and right, but still didn't see the little girl.
"Come this way." Shen Mo said, "some broken soil fell on the ground."
The little girl was still holding the grass in her arms, and it would slack off some soil on the ground. The two walked along the traces until they reached the end of the village.
There are no traces of broken dirt, and neither is the little girl.
At the end of the village is a small empty square. The surroundings are silent. There are tall stone pillars erected on one side of the square. There is a charcoal brazier below the stone pillars. There is light smoke and the smell of burning grass.
Bai Youwei and Shen Mo walked over to see that there were some grass clippings near the charcoal pot.
"Strange, can't you just throw it away? Why do you have to go so far to burn it?" Bai Youwei picked up a piece of grass that had fallen outside the pot, put it under her nose and smelled it, nothing special, just ordinary grass That's it.
"What are you doing?"
A childish voice sounded, and suddenly Bai Youwei jumped, and the grass in her hand fell.
She turned around and saw the little girl who had disappeared just now, standing in front of her and Shen Mo, staring at them blankly.
Bai Youwei looked at Shen Mo subconsciously.
There was a trace of surprise in Shen Mo's eyes, obviously he didn't notice, when did this little girl appear? Why didn't you hear any footsteps
"This is the execution ground, what are you doing here?" the little girl asked, looking innocent and innocent.