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Chapter 122 When the night falls

Night fell again.

During the day, the female reporter was forced to write a report praising the beautiful scenery of the village and send it to the work unit, but this kind of thing was nothing to her. She was most concerned about why her task was not yet completed.

Obviously, the village chief himself hinted that the "blue-faced fangs" incident is indeed related to the villagers here, because of the gloom in their hearts, they summoned real monsters.

What is wrong?

At night, after dinner, the village chief went to take the little girl back to the ancestral hall. In the living room with dimly lit candles, there were only female reporters and painters.

Looking at the girl who was in a trance and completely out of state from the beginning to the end, she frowned and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

The girl put her head in her hands and sighed, "I can't draw the true face of that monster."

"Blue-faced fangs?"

The girl nodded decadently.

Hearing this, the female reporter turned her gaze, approached her with her chin propped up and asked, "Hey, since you drew those paintings, you must know a lot about the legend of 'blue-faced fangs', right?"

The girl glanced at her: "What else do you want to know?"

"Tell me about this legend in detail. What's going on?" said the female reporter.

"Well, it is said that thousands of years ago, the village was about to perish due to natural disasters and man-made disasters, and then people began to pray to gods and worship Buddha, and the thing called 'green-faced fangs' appeared." The girl recalled the opening part of the wall painting, and said: "As long as you use virgin boys every year Maidens offering sacrifices to it will keep the village peaceful and the weather will be smooth.”

Most of the myths in ancient times basically happened in this way, because of people's needs, various gods and images appeared to pin people's expectations.

But with the change of time, the "gods" who eat boys and girls began to be demonized, denounced, and sealed. Later, there were rumors that those demons would often break the seal and come out to cause chaos and destroy the peace of a party.

So far, "Blue Faced Fangs" has been completely regarded as a monster.

These are all paintings on the walls. The artist had carefully read them before to spell out the true face of "Blue Faced Fangs", so it doesn't matter if they say it now.

The female reporter frowned and murmured thoughtfully, "Perhaps, it's because my positioning of 'blue-faced fangs' was wrong?"

The candlelight in the living room danced, reflecting on the faces of the two of them, outlining a dim yellow shadow, flickering on and off.

Suddenly, the female reporter narrowed her eyes: "Why has the village chief been gone for so long?"

The girl next to her was stunned, but she remembered something, her expression was strange and a little apprehensive: "He might go looking for that dark monster again tonight."

To tell the truth, the painter also wanted to take another look, but she was also really afraid.

Cowardly and curious, it's probably her.

The female reporter's complexion changed for a while, and then she stood up and said seriously, "I'll go and have a look too!"

girl: ? ? ?
She looked over in panic, and said, "You... aren't you afraid of that monster? The detective died so strangely yesterday, we can't deal with this thing at all!"

"As long as you don't enter its killing area." The female reporter said with a frown, "The detective had an accident yesterday, maybe he took the initiative to lean over and disturbed it from eating."

But yesterday, she ran out of the field, and the monster stopped chasing her. More importantly, her props can be used again.

In her speculation, the monster is now acting according to the rumors in the village. She is not from this village at all, and the monster has no reason to take the initiative to find her.

The female reporter packed her notebook, stood up and said, "I've passed, you should not be attacked if you stay here, just don't run around if you're fine."

After finishing speaking, the female reporter turned and left the living room. The candle flame on the table shook slightly due to her actions, and the light flickered for a moment, suppressing the atmosphere in the room to a minimum.

The girl was alone in the room, her beating heartbeat was very clear at this moment, and the surrounding was a bit eerie.

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...

The night was dark and windy, and it was the same night as yesterday.

The village surrounded by three mountains was as dark as if it had fallen into an abyss, dead silent and gloomy.

Green smoke billowed from the village entrance, and the four figures were leaning against the corner, puffing out clouds and mist, full of vicissitudes of life, and looked in the direction of the village from time to time.

"You really believe him, you'll be waiting here at night." Someone sighed.

"Originally, he could just treat it as an accidental sudden death, but he insists on giving an explanation, so let's just let it go. Anyway, we are not responsible, so let's see what tricks they can come up with." Another One person said.

"That's true, I still have half a day off."

As the surroundings gradually quieted down again, the policeman who had been staring at the direction of the village suddenly said, "I seem to see someone coming out."

"where?"

"I'll see, I'll see!"

Immediately, the three people who were chatting just now immediately put down their cigarettes and stomped them out, and they all looked at the square in the center of the village with their hands on the wall.

A petite figure was walking timidly on the village road, and the moonlight-shrouded figure looked around from time to time, as if looking for something, looking extremely at a loss.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a mess.

Just when they were wondering, a shrill and short scream suddenly sounded in the village, and the emotions in an instant exaggerated the fear and panic to the extreme!
The four people who heard the screams trembled subconsciously, shuddering all over their bodies.

problem occurs? !

Their hearts skipped a beat, and they quickly ran over there.

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...

As the night darkened, in the right room of the ancestral hall, the coaxed little girl obediently climbed into bed and went to sleep.

But she fell asleep, and she didn't seem to be asleep.

In this era when there are no smart phones to play, Xu Shuo dug out a game of checkers, sat at the long wooden table, and played chess with himself in boredom.

The candle, which had been burned until only a short stump was left, illuminated the small room, and cast his figure on the wall. Under the dim and dancing candlelight, the shadow swayed slightly.

The room was quiet, and the sound of chess pieces being dropped was inaudible, as if there was no one there.

The candle flame suddenly flickered violently.

Xu Shuo, who was obsessed with checkers and marbles, paused and turned his head slightly to look at the candle.

The shadow projected on the wall suddenly became chaotic, countless dark tentacles waved from the bed, like a shadow puppet show full of absurd and weird feeling, the huge mouth with sharp fangs grinned at the man's shadow reflected on the wall, as if falling It will bite down hard in a moment!

The monster was on all fours, bent like a wild beast ready to go. The blue skin was gradually infected by black, and then transformed into an unspeakable monster, only the scarlet eyes were still clear.

There was not the slightest roar from the monster's mouth, but there was a strange sound of "吱唱吱唱" as the sarcoid-like organs on its body trembled.

slam-la-

Suddenly, it jumped up and bounced over!
The petite dark body overturned the checkers on the table, and immediately pressed Xu Shuo to the ground, and the mouth on his stomach exhaled a stench.

　I went to eat hot pot today, hehe~ I'm so happy!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)