A woman's shrill screams were heard in the distance.
Even if she couldn't see it, Bai Youwei could imagine the scene of a woman being tied to a stone pillar and enduring the scorching fire.
The little girl in front of her was still slapping the ball, with an innocent look on her face, as if the person who was about to be burned was just an irrelevant person.
Bai Youwei resisted the strangeness in her heart and continued to ask her, "Why do we say that we are all werewolves? Do we also become werewolves at night?"
The girl didn't speak, she lowered her head and patted the ball, as if she couldn't hear Bai Youwei's voice.
Bai Youwei asked a few more questions, but still didn't get an answer.
Shen Mo said: "It seems that she will not provide any other clues. Let's go to the village chief and ask."
Bai Youwei pursed her lips, nodded, and left here with Shen Mo.
They went around the front door, walked towards the square from the side of the house, took a few steps, Bai Youwei couldn't help but stop and looked back at the little girl.
— She was still hitting the ball, bang, bang, bang, the same rhythm, dull and weird, tingling on the scalp.
Bai Youwei retracted her gaze and was about to leave, when she saw a pot of flowers on the window sill from the corner of the eye, she was stunned.
"Look..." She grabbed Shen Mo's hand and asked suspiciously, "She didn't burn all the grass, she kept a bunch."
Shen Mo looked over and frowned, "You mean the blue one?"
"It's blooming..." Bai Youwei murmured while staring at the pot of flowers, "Maybe... those plants have something to do with her mother turning into a werewolf."
Shen Mo thought for a while, then looked at the little girl who was shooting the ball in the yard, "It seems that she won't tell us more, so let's ask the village chief."
The longer I stayed in this place, the more disturbed I became.
…
I don't know when the screams stopped. When Shen Mo and Bai Youwei rushed to the small square, the crowd had already dispersed, and a dozen people remained around the stone pillar, watching the flames burn.
And the person in the flame has lost its human form, only a charred black and fuzzy corpse, surrounded by an indescribable smell...
The village chief stood not far away, smoking a cigarette unhurriedly.
I didn't see any trace of Hans and others, so I don't know what they were planning.
Bai Youwei and Shen Mo went to the village chief and asked about the little girl:
"She said that the people living in the werewolf village are all werewolves, and the villagers become werewolves, do you need any opportunity?"
Hearing this, the village chief was not surprised at all, and replied with a normal expression: "Oh... that's right. After all, we are the descendants of humans and werewolves. While inheriting the power of werewolves, we also inherited the tyranny of werewolf blood, but we It is a friendly and gentle ethnic group, only occasionally restless on the night of the full moon, the rules of the village require that every villager must stay in his own house at night, not bathed in the moonlight, and naturally there will be no accident."
This is also one of the rules of the game: villagers are not allowed to leave their houses every night.
Bai Youwei asked: "In addition to bathing in the moonlight, is there any other way to make the villagers turn into werewolves at night?"
The village chief thought for a while and replied, "Even a person with a pure heart and a person who does not forget to pray at night will inevitably turn into a wolf on the full moon night when the Aconitum is in full bloom."
"Aconitum grass..." Shen Mo frowned, "Is it the kind of grass with blue flowers?"
The village chief was stunned, "Have you seen it?"
He shook his head again: "... This is impossible. Many years ago, the Aconitum grass near the village was completely burned, and it is impossible to reappear. The villagers will turn into wolves because of the curse... because of being cursed."
Bai Youwei felt that he was babbling, "I don't know if it is Aconitum grass, it looks like a common weed, the leaves are split, the petals are blue and purple, and it is on the window sill of the burned woman's house."
The village chief still shook his head, "Impossible, you must have read it wrong, Aconitum has been extinct for many years, and there is no possibility of Aconitum in the village."