Lord Demon, your family let you go home for dinner

If you thought I was the one who made this earth-shattering scream, you're wrong.

How could it be possible for the Lord Demon King, who is a high-cold outfit "beep-" to be so imageless? !

In fact, I just tore the corner of Uslet's clothes very calmly, my face was really paralyzed and I didn't show any emotion.

So the question is, who screamed the moment I turned around?

In front of him was a child who had just reached his waist. He was wearing tattered clothes similar to those of a beggar. The clothes were so dirty that the original color could not be seen clearly.

The child's skin was morbidly pale, his face was slightly blue, his eyes were wide open, and blood streaks could be seen clearly.

After he let out a shocking scream, there were some rustling sounds in the deep forest behind him.

Immediately, two little heads popped up, and not long after, many children with small lamps appeared by the lake.

They were dressed in the same clothes, surrounded people in this corner morbidly, and stared at them with empty eyes.

"...You, you? Why, come... here." The child who screamed just now stammered, and the words he spoke were weird and vague, as if they were coming out of his throat, and the accent of the words suddenly became outrageously loud .

After a while, it was small and inaudible, and it popped out word by word, revealing the weirdness.

I raised my head and cast my eyes on Uslet next to me.

Feeling my gaze, Uslet lowered his eyes slightly, held my hand holding his lapel, and looked at the bunch of strange children in front of him.

"We are here to visit the owner of the castle in the center of the lake." Uslet said calmly.

The hand holding me was slightly cold but with an irresistible toughness, I just recovered from the sudden change just now, and felt slightly relieved, but then I became strange again.

How did he know that there was a castle in the center of the lake, and how did he know that these little kids were the servants of the owner of that castle?

"He knows too much." 9527 said disdainfully, 【Host, be careful, this place is weird. 】

I rolled my eyes: Of course I know something is weird! !And you just said you were an old man, but now you are a child! !You dishonest system! !

9527: "..." As a system, he never tells lies. Believe it or not, the spicy chicken host! !

Listening to Uslet's words, the leading child slowly turned his head to one side with his eyes wide open.

If it was an ordinary child, this action must be very cute.But when he did it, it was as if his neck had been cut off abruptly, very stiff and mechanical.

After a while, he seemed to finally understand Uslet's words. He showed a big smile, and walked towards the broken boat strangely: "Then...please? Guests...come on, the boat..."

I looked at the small, thin, but unbelievably weird back, and looked at the other children who surrounded us. There was always a sense of sight at the beginning of a ghost movie.

The dungeon was so eerie at the beginning, wouldn't it be even more intrusive when it comes to the castle where the boss fights! ?

Seeing that I didn't respond, Uslet squeezed his palms to show his comfort, took me to the boat that was almost broken at any moment, and stared intently at the child at the bow.

The child's smile slowly dropped, and he returned to his original expressionless face. He mechanically held the paddle and rowed slowly towards the center of the lake.

[The villages and small towns around the forest have a nursery rhyme handed down from the elders. 】9527 is calm and authentic.

I looked at the farther and farther shore and the group of children holding lights, and asked casually: What kind of nursery rhyme?

"The night is dark and the moon is dark. Children and children, don't cry. The red light is shining, and the fangs are sharp.

Suck blood and die.There is no life behind the scream. "Uslet's deep voice sounded above his head.

The mist was rising layer by layer again, and there was only the slight sound of children rowing in the water around.Those little nursery rhymes have a rather cold taste in this silent night.

Me: "..." How did he know that I was asking about nursery rhymes! !

9527: "..."

So host, is your focus actually this? ! !