The enemy has a crush on me

"..."

Qing Ze twisted the soil and took a look, but he couldn't see anything unusual—the soil was much more fertile than before, it should be because a lot of fertilizer was applied—then he sprinkled the soil back, patted his hands clean, and stood straighten up.

The height of the plants is not as high as that of an adult, and it seems that the ancient road is not as narrow and crowded as before. It is accompanied by fading whispers, dusky crows flying in the sky, yellow and green leaves, footprints of people or horseshoes that can be seen from time to time on the road, and being dragged in all directions. The traces of pulling, the long and strange road just now seemed to be an illusion.

He looked back, the direction he came from extended all the way into the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, and he couldn't see anything clearly in front of him. Even if he just walked over there just now, he felt very uncomfortable after seeing such a scene. strangeness.

Yin Luo looked intently at the plants on both sides, showing some doubts.

After walking forward for a while, I saw a farmer beside the road.

He sat down on a big rock by the side of the road, chewing something. He couldn't see anything unusual except his complexion. He stared at them with the same eyes as those animals with strange expressions on the ancient road. The heads turned like puppets as the distance between them changed.

His Adam's apple was moving up and down slightly, his mouth was closed, but deep in his throat was rumbling.

"Hey," Qing Ze took two steps forward, "Are you from the Moon Country?"

They were not far away, and Qingze's voice was not low. Seeing the man, he didn't respond. Qingze stretched out another hand and shook it in front of him.

"I'm talking to you!"

The man rolled his eyelids tiredly, and smiled to reveal his receding gums.

"Goo..." he said.

While sucking the saliva that slipped from the corner of the leaking mouth.

At this time, the sky was already dim, and the farmer stood up slowly, leaving a puddle of pus on the stone he was sitting on.His skeleton was that of a man of ordinary strength, and his appearance was in his prime, but his body was already hunched, he walked forward two trembling steps with his waist hooked, then turned back tremblingly, looking at the motionless stranger.

Qing Ze said: "...we will follow him."

The farmer turned around again and walked slowly in front of him, the rattling sound of his footsteps intertwined with the gurgling sound from his throat, like a death knell slowly counting down.

The way I came here is gradually being left behind.

— Tick.

In the night that was completely obliterated by darkness, the little sparks belonging to the village flickered at the end of the road.

At the entrance of Xinghuo stands a statue of a human picking herbs. Except for the empty eye sockets, it is so vivid that it looks a little scary at night.Below it is a huge boulder that has been polished smooth.

Letter to: Longxia Village.

The three characters are neatly coded together, each stroke is centered and steady, and under the reflection of the two torches erected high at the head of the village, it is as red as blood.

The burning flames were also as red as blood.

Starting from the entrance of the village, the road ahead is no longer a muddy dirt road, but paved with bluestone slabs of different sizes.There is a huge and weird incinerator on the wall not far from the village. Its mouth is wide open. The body of the furnace is carved with a blue-faced fangs. The teeth are sharper than the blade.The low-rise houses are arranged in an orderly manner.It was already late at night, and most people's lights had been turned off, and the inside of the window was darker than the outside.

Py-cha-pa-cha, Py-cha-pa-cha.

Just looking at the skill of the stone tablet, the farmer disappeared to nowhere.

Longxia Village is not a particularly large village. There are no inns like those in towns, and they can only stay in the village at night.Although Qingze didn't need to rest, but at this time the road was dark and empty, and he really couldn't find anything, so he followed the houses in the village where the lights were still on.

It was the loudest village night he had ever experienced.

There is no human voice, but the voices of beasts come and go.

It seems that behind every dark window there is a pair of secretly watching eyes.The eyes are whispering, and the malice of the foreigners is surging in the night, making the originally quiet night noisy and noisy.

But what they said was completely unclear.

Qing Ze listened intently for a while, then turned his head and saw a pair of straight round eyes.

Black eyeballs, yellow whites, round like the moon in the sky, clearly reflecting the unembarrassing distance between herself and Yin Luo, and there is not a single eyelash on the eye sockets.

Qing Ze subconsciously condensed a wisp of sharp aura on his fingertips, and found in the next second that it was just a pair of owl eyes.

The owl also made a cooing sound from its throat like the peasants encountered on the ancient road. After being squinted at by Qingze, it flapped its wings in a fluttering manner, and dropped the fine leaves on the branches under its feet, and flew high into the clouds go.

The fog in the village is extremely heavy, and it is only when you get close that you can find a family with flickering candles not far away.

As luck would have it, they were about to march, and the candles in the house went out.This had little effect on Qing Ze—since the lights had just been turned off, it could be seen that the villagers in the house were not asleep—he walked straight to the door of the earthen house in three steps at a time, and knocked on the door.

The room was dead silent.

Qing Ze glanced inside through the window paper, and saw a dense mass of darkness.

He walked back to the door, knocked harder and knocked on the door again, but his expression was a little impatient.

It took a while before a muffled inquiry came from the room.

"……Who?"

It turned out to be the voice of a somewhat timid boy.

After hearing this reply, Qingze stopped his hand that was about to use spells to directly break into the door, silently glanced at Yin Luo, who was unclear, and whispered to the people in the house that he was a traveler from afar asking for a place to stay, and he should pay will be paid.

There was another long silence, and the door was finally opened a small crack after some rustling inside.A pair of eyes opened the door and looked out twice before being pulled away by thin fingers.

"Please come in." The young man said in a low voice.

The lights in the room had been turned off, and the young man was holding a somewhat crude candle lamp, leaning sideways to let the two of them in, and flinched a bit after the two of them entered.

Qing Ze glanced back - Yin Luo's expression was as usual, and he didn't put on a cold and stern expression that seemed to him to be a bit bluffing.

After the two entered the house, the young man closed the door lightly, blew out the candles, led them to a room in the dark, and said, "This is an empty room at home."

Strange to say, since the young man closed the gate, the ubiquitous feeling of being watched and the constant whispers in his ears that he could feel since he entered the village disappeared without a trace.

Looking out from the small windows in the house, the moonlight is bright and peaceful.

The boy had already returned to his room, and the room was dead silent, not even the usual chirping of insects in the farmhouse could be heard.

This is a somewhat shabby guest room, except for a small tea table, there is only a small wooden bed, when Qing Ze sat on it, there was a creaking sound.

The two slept together on the bed, Qingze closed his eyes, maybe it was because the village was too weird, even if he held the scale fragments that had not completely purified the magic energy tightly in his hands, he couldn't fall asleep as usual.After a long time, I reluctantly opened my eyes again.

He looked to the side and stopped blinking.

The person he was looking at also stopped.

The young man was bent over and his upper body was lying on Yin Luo's body. He didn't know what he was looking at, but now he straightened up hastily, stepped back half a step to cover up, looked at Qing Ze who sat up and looked at him, and took out a bottle of medicine from his arms , panicked: "There are many insects and ants in the room... I brought you some insect repellent."

After finishing speaking, he opened the bottle cap, put the insect repellent under the bed with trembling hands, and said, "I, I'm going back."

He stumbled when he spoke, and stumbled when he walked. He vividly demonstrated the four words of guilty conscience, and ran out of the room stumbling on his left foot and right foot.

Qing Ze withdrew his gaze from the half-hidden door, wondering why he knew nothing about the movement in the room since he was clearly not asleep.This young man is as weird as everyone else in the village, and it is not known whether the "worm repellent" he brought is any problem.

Qing Ze jumped over Yin Luo and got off the bed, took a look at the bottle of medicine—well, it's just a paste made from common anthelmintic herbs.

The insect repellent had only been put down for a few minutes, and there were already several stiff corpses of insects and ants lying here and there beside the bottle.

I didn't see any insects on the ground, why are there so many insects under the bed?