Nightcrawler: 20 Years of Peaceful Demons

Chapter 722 Little Monster's Monologue
Others have always envied me for having a good teacher.

Because of such a good master, since I entered this ghost place, basically no one dared to provoke me, even the grandchildren of the old village owner, they were all polite to me, because my master is a villager. The great teaching here governs all training affairs here.

But even so, I still don't like him.

He stinks, even though he often sprays perfume on his body to hide it very deeply, I can still smell the urine in his crotch.

I don't like this very much.

To be honest, if possible, I would rather stay in the same place as last time than this ghost village.

In that place, there are many beautiful young ladies, they smell very good, and they are white and clean, just like the female stars on TV, their smiles are so sweet, and inside, my favorite What I like is a sister with a sweet smile called Xiao TU.

I think she is the prettiest of them all.

But in the end, I was taken to this ghost place by a stinky old man, and forced me to recognize him as my master.

I know what master means, probably to teach me skills.

They told me that my master's greatest ability is not the kind of flying around that I envy, but that he can know anything, just look at a person casually, and he can know what happened decades after a person matter.

It is because of this ability that everyone is in awe of him.

People are afraid of him.

I was also afraid of him, he was very fierce, he just gave me a casual look, I didn't dare to cry or make trouble, just stayed there obediently.

They all thought I was young and ignorant, but in fact I knew everything.

My grandma said, I beat my dad to death.

She also said that I will kill her too, and then I will kill my mother too.

She scolded me, saying that I would be willing to kill my family.

She said I was a debt collector.

I'm not.

I want to tell her that I am not, but I am afraid of her, she is so fierce.

I don't like that home, so I don't want to go back.

After my dad died, I suddenly became sensible.

I know that my master is actually a fortune teller.

But he didn't teach me this.

He didn't teach me this until he died.

He didn't teach me anything else, he just laid the foundation for me, asked me to practice during the day and at night, as long as I dared to slack off a little bit, he would beat me up.

So I don't like him.

Later, I felt familiar with him, so I boldly asked him, when will I be able to learn the real skills?
He said I don't have time yet.

Have to wait.

He didn't tell me how long to wait, just let me keep practicing.

For a while, he was very busy and often went out, so I could only practice with the masters in the village.

In fact, I also hate everything in the stockade, because there are all kinds of weird things and bugs here, such as locusts, butterflies, bees, dragonflies, flies, grasshoppers, cockroaches, gadflies, farting bugs, stinkbugs, and turtles .

Of course, the most strange and various snakes are the most numerous.

There are only things you can't think of, nothing you can't see here.

I have an indescribable disgust and fear for these cold, strange, disgusting, foul-smelling... bugs.

But people who grew up here are used to this kind of thing, and some people even eat insects raw, thinking that they can gain strength from it.

very disgusting.

The adults in the village, because of my master, treated me with respect and respect.

But my peers are blatantly jealous of me.

Although they didn't dare to do anything to me, they kept a respectful distance from me when I entered the village, basically they didn't know how to play with me, and when they realized that I was afraid of bugs, they often used them to scare me.

During the months when my master left, I hardly ever had a good night's sleep.

Later my master came back with a message.

Then he held a meeting with the village owner and several elders behind closed doors, discussing for a day and a night.

I didn't know it at first.

Later I found out.

I have a relative who is said to be a remarkable person.

I know that relative, my mother's cousin, I know he works in the south, and I heard he makes a lot of money.

Apart from this, I have no other impression.

If you say who is the person who impressed me the most during this period of time, I...

I've actually been thinking about a young lady.

oops……

Don't say anything.

Later, I began to be taken seriously by people. Those who bullied me were taught by adults, and then my master taught me a lot. He looked at me and sighed, saying that you were born at the wrong time, otherwise , is another Yu Tamarin King.

I have never quite understood what is "Yu Tamarin King".

I asked him, and he didn't answer me.

Later, my master died.

He died a heroic death - I didn't say that, someone else told me.

In fact, before he died, he once told me that his death was actually quite worthy, because he was finally a man once in his life.

Another one, his death can help to form a good relationship in the village.

He said that if I take charge of this village in the future, maybe it will be able to survive.

However, he said so much, but forgot one thing.

He's gone, I'm just a wild dog, those guys in the village, who will care about me?
When he died, I had grown up a lot and thought I could take care of myself, but when he died, I still felt that the sky seemed to be falling.

What should I do in the future?
My relative was there at the time, and he asked me about it.

I do not know either.

My master told me that I was not born at the right time, otherwise I would have had a great opportunity.

What big chance?

When he was drunk, I heard him say a few drunken words, such as "Xiao Yinyang, know people" and so on, but he is very cautious, even if he is drunk, he will not say too much.

I don't know what he wants to say, but from the beginning to the end, I have always been a little demon.

After he died, I didn't do well in the village.

So I want to go home.

But the adults refused, saying that I was just a child and it was too chaotic outside. If I went back, I would be easily caught and thrown directly into the cell.

I have seen the prison cells in the stockade, it is dark and damp inside, just like the pottery urns they raise Gu.

I was afraid, so I didn't dare to go.

During the time after Master died, I was bullied. People who used to be wary of me because of my Master finally proudly raised their eyebrows in front of me and humiliated me in every way, especially those peers who were taught a lesson for bullying me. I can't wait to break my leg.

It can be said that if it weren't for the little favor left by my master, and I have a famous relative, maybe I would have died long ago.

Died in that broken village.

In order not to continue like this, I practiced desperately, even harder than when the master was alive, but this is of no use.

I still haven't made any progress.

They told me that monsters are monsters, don't compare them with practitioners.

Practitioners can improve themselves with perseverance and understanding, but what about monsters?Only by chance and blood, or else you will be a little demon for the rest of your life, the bottom of the food chain.

They laughed at me and said, did you pick it up?

Why is your relative a "Lingming stone monkey", but you are just a hybrid Shen monkey?
I deserve to be idle all my life.

At the beginning, it was only the descendants of those big shots who bullied me, but later on, more and more people bullied me, even the aunt who cooks can yell at me.

I have escaped down the mountain twice, and then was caught back.

They told me there was no third time.

What if there is a third time?They didn't tell me, but that face was cold, as cold as icicles under the eaves in winter.

I thought my life was over like this.

but……

On this day, when I shoveled the insect excrement for a day and ran to the small river to take a bath, suddenly, I felt a roar in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, I felt that the stars in the sky seemed to be dimming.

I feel like someone important to me has passed away.

I looked down and looked towards the water.

I saw that my face was covered with fluff.

My bones are crackling.

I looked at the ferocious monkey in the water and opened its mouth, revealing a mouthful of white fangs.

I felt like I was ten years older in an instant.

Facing myself in the water, I finally remembered the words Master said when he was drunk.

What he said was...

The red jiri horse monkey knows yin and yang, knows people, is good at access, avoids death and prolongs life.

(End of this chapter)