The widow is a curse

Chapter 377 Come here, catch monsters!
snow.

Until the dusk of the next day, there were still numerous and endless noises.

Mrs. Zhang, the proprietress of the steamed stuffed bun shop, raised her palm and let out a sigh of relief.

"Forget it, that's all for today, it's so late, I'm afraid no one will come to buy buns!"

Talking to herself, she bent down to tidy up the copper coins in her apron.

Out of the corner of her eye, a white shadow flashed, and she raised her face in doubt.

Seeing the little man in white standing in front of the steamed stuffed bun, Mrs. Zhang couldn't help screaming.

"Ghost!"

The villain seemed to be frightened, grabbed the bun, turned around and ran away.

Only then did Mrs. Zhang realize that it was a child with a white scarf wrapped around her head.

"Father, come out and catch the thief!"

The tall Zhang family man rushed down, chased the little man, and grabbed the white scarf on his head.

The white scarf fell off, and the snowy silver hair immediately fluttered in the cold wind.

The villain blinked in astonishment, a pair of pink eyes were extraordinarily dazzling in the heavy snow.

The man of the Zhang family was slightly stunned, and then remembered the monster "Yuetong" that his mother had mentioned when he was a child.

"Come on, catch monsters! Yuetong is here!"

He let go of his throat and shouted.

Yuetong, that is the legendary devil who eats human blood!
With his voice, people from the surrounding shops immediately chased him out with lanterns and guys.

At first, people just reported the novelty, but when they saw the little white-haired man running in the snow, they immediately started chasing after him crazily.

The children also came to join in the fun.

Snow blocks, stones...

He smashed it without thinking.

Behind him, the footsteps of adults and children approached.

The silver-haired boy ran desperately, still holding the bun tightly in his hands.

The hot buns have already become as cold as snow.

Hungry and cold, he was already extremely weak.

His feet slipped, and the boy in silver fell heavily on the snow.

The bun slipped away and rolled into the dirty mud.

A hand gently held his arm.

The silver-clothed boy flicked it and did not shake it off. In a hurry, he turned his face to the palm and bit it.

While biting down hard, he raised his eyes to look at the person who grabbed him.

Seeing Juechen's face clearly, he suddenly forgot to use his strength.

(End of this chapter)