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Chapter 547 There is an Abyss Behemoth Here

Beishan, halfway up the mountain.

In Wang Tiezhu's stone brick house.

Xu Shuo was delivered to the door of the house accurately by the bride. Under the moonlight, she was wearing a bright red wedding dress, which was enchanting and gorgeous.

In the lively daytime when gongs and drums are beating, this kind of red will be very festive, but in the dead and eerie night with white flowers flying all over the sky, this kind of bright red will look extraordinarily frightening.

The bride stood quietly in the yard, facing the door of the house, and also facing Xu Shuo standing in front of her without speaking.

Like a real wax figure.

Xu Shuo didn't speak either.

The two looked at each other calmly for a while, and in the end the bride was the first to lose.

She raised her chin towards the house: "Go in."

Xu Shuo's expression suddenly became subtle, he frowned and asked in doubt, "Did I know you before?"

The bride's tone remained unchanged: "Go in."

Xu Shuo continued on his own, "I thought your face looked familiar to me when I was in the illusion before, but when I saw Zhu Aidie later, I thought I remembered the wrong person."

The bride lowered her voice: "Go in."

"But thinking about it now, I still think you look familiar."

"Don't make me say it again!"

The bride's wedding gown was windless, and the red hijab embroidered with the word "囍" fluttered slightly. In addition to the suppressed and hoarse voice, there was also an unstoppable ferocious aura rising in the air!

The strong smell of blood emanated from her body, as if a violent hurricane was brewing, and the surrounding air flow became turbulent, making the atmosphere suddenly tense.

Xu Shuo paused, turned around and walked towards the house.

But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped, and then turned to look at the bride who was overwhelmed by the ferocity.

Xu Shuo said, "Have you finished eating the sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

After the voice fell, the bloody aura floating in the yard froze, and then slowly dissipated a lot.

The bride returned to calm, standing there dignifiedly and quietly watching him.

Xu Shuo looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree in the yard and said, "It's a pity that this tree hasn't bloomed yet, otherwise I can continue to make some."

The bride followed his gaze and looked over.

And the next moment, the budding sweet-scented osmanthus tree bloomed, and a trace of scarlet breath lingered on the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, prompting those rice grain-like flower buds to bloom quickly.

But blood red osmanthus.

After letting the tree bloom, the bride turned her head to look at Xu Shuo again.

Xu Shuo: "..."

He walked over and picked a bunch of sweet-scented osmanthus.

It is true.

It also stinks of blood.

However, the sweet-scented osmanthus cake made with this kind of sweet-scented osmanthus is probably only the bride who dares to eat it.

He dare not eat.

Xu Shuo suddenly turned his head to look at the courtyard, and saw the bride's figure gradually blurred and disappeared, and her aura was no longer felt around, so she must have left here.

The moon was bright and the stars were sparse, and the sound of birds and insects sounded from the back mountain.

With a red osmanthus in his hand, Xu Shuo thought for a moment before opening the player manual.

Then release a small flying letter.

After half an hour.

Hong Rao copied "One Hundred Ways of Osmanthus Cake" for him.

There is also a rant at the end: [If you, Xiao Shuoer, had been more diligent and worked hard to write the book with me before, our teacher-student relationship would have been upgraded long ago, and we can directly send you props when we reach the second level.Also, if you encounter more than a dozen pieces of osmanthus cake, you will get one or two pieces once you meet it, so it won't be finished so quickly, the whole plate is not a one-time item! 】

Xu Shuo: "..."

How shabby it is to send only one piece at a time.

He gave away one plate at a time, wouldn't the favorability be filled up immediately? !

Besides, the red and resentful osmanthus cake, even if you can directly transfer items, you can't find this one!
Xu Shuo was done arguing for himself in his heart.

……

This night, many people are destined to be unable to sleep.

The next morning.

Feeling refreshed, Xu Shuo walked out of the room, looked at the osmanthus tree in the yard with red osmanthus flowers blooming, and felt a little relieved.

The bride's resentment doesn't only take effect at night.

The tree is really blooming.

Born of resentment.

Before the villagers noticed what was going on in his yard, Xu Shuo took out his cane and knocked down all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers on it. Suddenly, a scarlet color fell from the bottom of the tree.

And just as he was gathering up all the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers, the old village head was sneakily poking his head at the gate of the courtyard.

Xu Shuo asked without raising his head, "What's the matter?"

The village chief looked around with some apprehension: "Is that girl here?"

"No."

So the village head was relieved, stepped into the yard with a sigh of relief, and turned around to see Xu Shuo took a bamboo plaque and gathered a large group of red flowers.

The flower is bright red, the corolla is closed and the petals are divided into four, as bright as quenched blood.

The village chief looked at the bamboo plaque in Xu Shuo's arms, then looked up at the bare osmanthus tree in the corner of the yard, and finally his expression gradually became strange.

"What is this?" asked the mayor.

"The sweet-scented osmanthus that has just been harvested."

As Xu Shuo said, he walked into the kitchen with the bamboo plaque in his arms, then set the pot on fire, and poured a stack of bright red sweet-scented osmanthus into the pot to stir fry.

It stands to reason that sweet-scented osmanthus should be dried.

But it's not bad on this cloudy day without rain.

The village chief watched from the side, and his expression became even more strange: "Are you planning to make osmanthus cake?"

Xu Shuo let out a "hmm" and concentrated on frying flowers.

So the scene fell into silence.

The village head didn't speak anymore, just stood aside and watched him make osmanthus cake.

A bamboo plaque full of sweet-scented osmanthus fragrans was fried and concentrated into a large bowl. Xu Shuo took a stone mortar, added sugar, and crushed the dried osmanthus fragrans into a powder. In the end, only a small bowl remained.

At sunrise, the entire Osmanthus Village surrounded by four mountains has become lively again.

Except for the slight commotion in the Wang family gathering at the foot of the west mountain, nothing seemed to happen last night, and the villagers carried their hoes to the ground as usual.

But such a leisurely and comfortable farm life is always a little weird.

……

in the kitchen.

When Xu Shuo started to stir the rice flour, the village head who had already found a bench to sit on finally said again: "Your two uncles haven't been found since they disappeared last night."

"That's right, that's a pity." Xu Shuo held the mortar and concentrated on stirring.

"The situation they encountered at that time is probably the same as what happened to the two of them." The village chief sighed.

Halfway down the mountain, they encountered ghosts hitting the wall, but they were not ordinary people, and it was not difficult to find a way to escape from the illusion.

But for those two villagers, if they had no chance, they would probably be trapped there for the rest of their lives.

The village head has no way to find the two for the time being.

Xu Shuo thought for a while, then raised his head and looked at Houshan: "You should change your thinking. Why did they encounter these things, and where they will most likely appear in the end."

The village head was taken aback when he heard this.

Then he reacted suddenly, picked up his crutches, got up quickly and walked outside.

Xu Shuo held the mortar and followed behind while stirring.

In this era without machines, it is too difficult to achieve a smooth and delicate texture by purely manual mixing of rough rice flour!
The two walked around from behind the house into the mountains.

After walking a section of the mountain road that Wang Tiezhu drove out for hunting, the village head turned around and walked into the weedy bushes, but still went down the mountain.

After half an hour.

The vision in front of him suddenly brightened.

There are clusters of tombstones.

Hundreds of tombstones are densely packed on the hillside, and the arrangement is quite neat. Although there are weeds, they are not high. It can be seen that the villagers still take care of this place every year.

There are no tall trees and weeds to obscure the view, so that at a glance, the hillside seems to be composed of black stone monuments.

This is the cemetery of Osmanthus Village.

Therefore, it is extremely cloudy here.

Xu Shuo looked up, and the sky of the cemetery in his line of sight was surrounded by thick and heavy darkness, like a hurricane thunderstorm brewing, full of devastating power!
In the words of Themis—

There is an abyss monster here.

……

(End of this chapter)