In order to become a Heroic Spirit, I had no choice but to cause trouble in history.

but......

Instead of taking any rash action, Zuocun carefully assessed the current situation.

What... knocked me unconscious before?

"Hello, where is this...?" Zuo Cun asked, covering his head, without looking at the glamorous woman.

"You fainted at our doorstep before, and my husband picked you up. What a poor young man, to faint in the street on such a cold day, sob sob..." The gorgeous woman covered her face and began to cry.

However, Zuocun never let his guard down.

After all, this woman wasn't radiating kindness.

It was not malice, but a strong sense of hostility.

Zuocun glanced at his waist.

The knife is gone...

Tsk.

Trouble.

Zuo Cun looked at the woman: "Madam, where is this place? I... I don't remember anything before I fainted?"

The woman lowered her arm and sighed.

"This is Kurokawa Shimomura. Have you lost your memory? How pitiful."

She patted Zuo Cun's head affectionately.

Zuocun did not dodge; he was now like a fish on a chopping board, with no knife by his side, and he absolutely could not make any rash moves.

goo—

Zuo Cun's stomach rumbled.

The woman chuckled: "You must be very hungry."

She took two steps back and bowed slightly: "Please come with me."

Samura nodded and stood up from the tatami mat.

Following the elegant woman out, Zuocun frowned and looked towards the courtyard.

This woman clearly has a husband, yet she wears elaborate Wu clothing; this is not a virtuous woman.

Upon arriving at the living room, Zuo Cun was settled there by the woman before leaving.

Zuo Cun glanced around the living room and felt a strange sense of familiarity.

He saw a painting hanging on the wall.

A bead of cold sweat trickled down Zuo Cun's temple.

"Written by Hideo Kurokawa in 1802..."

He remembered everything that happened to him before he lost consciousness.

I was ambushed here by a dark figure twice my height and lost consciousness. And now...

Zuocun clearly remembered that the dark figure had violently smashed through the wall to enter, but now, the wall, which should have had a large hole, was completely intact.

Looking at the tea table, two teacups are placed on it.

Inside the teacup was steaming hot tea, a comforting sight on a winter's day.

My heart clenched suddenly.

"Young man?" A voice called from behind.

The woman, holding a plate, looked at Zuocun with a puzzled expression.

Zuo Cun suddenly stood up, reaching for his waist.

"Whoa!" A panicked male voice rang out, followed by the sound of someone falling down.

A man was walking in front of the woman when Zuo Cun suddenly stood up, startling the man so much that he fell to the ground.

Zuocun, panting heavily, forced himself to calm down.

He extended a hand to the man who had been frightened by him: "Are you alright, sir...?"

"Ah, sorry, sorry. Maybe it's because I didn't greet you. I'm sorry I startled you." The man scratched his head, took Zuo Cun's hand, and stood up.

But the moment he saw the man's face, Zamura felt his heart clench again.

The man's appearance is exactly like the person in the portrait.

That is, Hideo Kurokawa, the village chief when Kurokawa Shimomura was founded.

"Honestly, Dana, what if you scare this young man with a little play? He just woke up from his coma. Be careful." Before Zuo Cun could react, the gorgeous woman, with a complaining voice, walked past the man and placed a plate of sumptuous food in front of Zuo Cun, saying gently, "Eat up. You're so thin and you fainted. You must be very hungry."

The man, who appeared to be Hideo Kurokawa, chuckled twice: "I'm sorry, madam, it was my fault. I apologize to this young man."

Zuocun felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

If an ordinary person were here, unable to sense any malice, they would surely have eaten the food.

However, Zuo Cun felt a chill run down his spine, and his heart pounded violently.

It wasn't just that glamorous woman, but also the first village chief of Kurokawa Shimomura, Hideo Kurokawa.

It also exudes a malice so intense it's nauseating.

What exactly happened in Shimomura Kurokawa? What is the truth behind all of this?

From an angle unseen by Zuo Cun, the couple looked at him with strange expressions and sinister grins.

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Chapter 306 The Monster of Kurokawa Village

Zuocun looked at the seemingly plentiful food on the plate.

The delicious aroma wafted into Zuocun's brain through his nose, enticing him.

However, Zuocun was well aware of this.

This food is inedible.

This is the real "food from the Yellow Springs".

He took a few deep breaths.

"What's wrong, young man?" The woman bent down, her tone worried, but her eyes held a hint of mockery.

Zuo Cun forced his expression to be normal, looked at the woman, and smiled: "Sir, Madam, although I'm very hungry right now, could you tell me, um..."

Hideo Kurokawa glanced at the woman and shrank back.

The woman's expression was uncertain, and she seemed somewhat embarrassed.

"If you need to use the restroom, just walk to the end of this corridor," the woman finally said.

"Thank you." Zuo Cun smiled slightly, stood up, and walked out of the living room.

Zuo Cun's footsteps disappeared at the end of the corridor.

The woman's long hair fluttered wildly, and her eyes were terrifying.

"I thought he was just a clueless little kid, but I didn't expect him to be so troublesome..." His long black hair danced, like the night, obscuring the light.

The man, who appeared to be Hideo Kurokawa, knelt on the ground, not daring to utter a single word.

“He seems to have discovered something… Oh well, it doesn’t matter.” The woman pulled back her long black hair and resumed her previous refined demeanor, saying to the man lying on the ground, “Kurokawa Hideo, my village chief.”

"......Yes."

"You'll offer him to me, won't you?" The woman's eyes were filled with hatred and bloodlust as she looked at Hideo Kurokawa.

“...Yes!” Hideo Kurokawa said, his voice trembling.

"Very good." The woman smiled.

“If that young samurai returns, tell him I’m very tired and it’s getting late, so I… I’m going to rest now,” the woman said as she walked out of the living room.

"Hmm?" The woman stood in the corridor, looking at the roof with some vigilance.

There was nothing there.

"Is it just my imagination...?" The woman turned around and left.

Zuocun lay on the back of the roof, his brow furrowed.

Hideo Kurokawa stood up from the ground, gritting his teeth.

"Waaah—" It was as if he had a bellyful of anger that he couldn't vent.

Dense black energy emanated from his body, rising like flames.

He watched the direction the woman had left, clenching his fists, silently radiating anger.

But after a few seconds, he helplessly let go of his palm.

He sat in the main seat, with flickering candlelight beside him.

He sighed deeply: "The feeling of being enslaved..."

Zuocun lay on the roof, listening to Hideo Kurokawa's words, deep in thought.

Judging from all the current signs, that woman seems to be the culprit.

What does Hideo Kurokawa mean by being enslaved?

Zuo Cun knew very well that what he had encountered was not human.

Judging from the strange occurrences he encountered upon arriving in Shimomura Kurokawa, he must have encountered some kind of monster.

Zuocun lay on the roof and sighed.

Although it's hard to accept, it seems...

With a light leap from the rooftop, Zuocun jumped back to the ground.

The sky was darker than usual, and the moon was nowhere to be seen.