Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

The young man who entered the village was naturally Feng Jianxi. Different from the last time when he accidentally entered the scene of the Witch Cult massacring the village due to unknown reasons, this time Feng Jianxi appeared directly in a wasteland.

It was already approaching evening, and the first thing Feng Jianxi did was to look for civilization in this world.

Fortunately, Feng Jianxi discovered this village soon. The civilized race in this world is still human, and the customs gave Feng Jianxi a sense of returning to the past.

The customs here are very similar to those in the Far East a hundred years ago.

As for the most critical language issue, after contacting the humans in this world, Feng Jianxi found that they still spoke Japanese.

Compared with my own world, it seems like a different world.

However, after the last experience of traveling to another world, Feng Jianxi discovered that the purpose of the anomaly seemed to be to let him hunt himself in the other world. Through hunting, you can gain the power of your peers from another world.

If this is the case, the main body of civilization in the other world should be human beings....In other words, it is a humanoid intelligent species.

After entering the village, Feng Jianxi discovered something was wrong here.

When coming to a brand new world, the first thing to do is to understand the information of this world through contact with civilization.

After further understanding, Feng Jianxi found that this place was indeed very different from the Far East a hundred years ago.

The only abnormality is what the armored man calls a ghost.

Feng Jianxi didn't know what the time flow rate ratio was between this world and his original world.

But in his native world, the ceremony that he must participate in is about to begin. Therefore, Feng Jianxi must lock on to his counterpart in this world as soon as possible, kill him, and then return to his original world.

The man mentioned ghosts and gods, and Feng Jianxi had a subconscious hunch that the ghosts and gods might be connected to his own counterpart in this world, or that the ghosts and gods were his other self. but...The information is still not enough.

Feng Jianxi looked down at the armored man in front of her.

The men, or rather the villagers here, are wretches, forced by irresistible force to sacrifice their own kind. This kind of behavior motivated by survival cannot be judged by pure morality of good and evil.

This remote and poor village may be just a microcosm of human civilization in this world.

A man's location limits the amount of information he can access.

Even the man didn't know much about the ghost who collected their tribute. He only had a firm impression that it was definitely not a monster that humans could fight against.

But it doesn’t matter, just go and see for yourself when the time comes.

Anyway, tomorrow happens to be the day when ghosts come to collect tributes.

The restraints on the armored man suddenly disappeared, taking with him the three men who came with him.

The four of them were trembling and unable to make a sound. They were like lambs waiting to be slaughtered, quietly waiting for others to pronounce their fate.

"Tomorrow you will be responsible for escorting the villagers who will be given to the ghosts."

Hearing the words of the young man who could not tell the difference between gods and demons, the armored man who was lying on the ground and did not dare to get up trembled and almost fell to the ground again.

"Tomorrow, you take me up the mountain. Just pretend that I have been captured by you tonight."Feng Jianxi said.

Time soon came to the next day.

The armored man's name was Weibo, and he was the son of the village chief.

The village was founded more than a hundred years ago by a group of desolate ronin. Weibo The armor they wear is the legacy of the ancestral ronin.

However, after the fall of the Restoration, the group of samurai disappeared, and naturally there were no ronin.

Eight years ago, after the so-called ghosts and gods appeared, the village still had a population of a hundred households. In just eight years, the population has shrunk by more than half.

Weibo has witnessed the changes. From a life that was difficult and promising to a life that has fallen into hell and is worrying all the time, he has experienced the whole process.

Already numb, he just wanted to survive.

As for the future, he no longer thought about it. In the future, he might be sacrificed to a ghost and become a ghost.

Weibo secretly looked ahead and walked in the mountains. The young man on the path is not so much the person escorting the sacrifices as he is the young man's slave and follower.

The appearance of ghosts is quite different from that of humans, but Weibo has heard that those high-ranking ghosts can disguise themselves. He is almost the same as an ordinary human being.

The other party possesses such power that is like a god and a demon, which makes it difficult for Weibo to associate him with humans.

The time is approaching evening, and the sun is no longer blazing, and it is changing from golden to deep purple.

"Okay, that's it."

When Weibo's heart gradually sank as the sun set low, he heard the voice of the young man.

"You go back."

Night is the time when ghosts like to haunt the most. Even if ghosts have established order now, there will still be ghosts who want to steal food and attack lone humans at night.

In fact, when delivering tributes before, Weibo didn't have to go up the mountain at all. Just send the tribute to the foot of the mountain.

The villagers who were selected as tribute have been abandoned by the whole village, and they have nowhere to go even if they escape in the wilderness. Rather than doing all this, they might as well do something for their own village. Contribution.

For this reason, the villagers who were sent to this deep forest rarely escaped, or in other words, they couldn't escape at all at this time of night.

After hearing what the young man said clearly, Weibo headed to the foot of the mountain without looking back. Run. He needs to escape back to the village before the sun sets.

As for what will happen next, whether the ghosts will be angry and implicated in the village, he has given up on it. After knowing the future, it was just a matter of muddling through the present.

Feng Jianxi ignored Wei Bo who was escaping, but looked forward with his magic eyes, and saw behind him, at the end of the dirt road. There is a wooden house built in the vacant lot.

There are already many people in the wooden house.

There are three villages near the mountain, and the three villages are sending their tributes here and waiting. The reception of the ghost.

Feng Jianxi followed the path to the open space in front. After entering the wooden house, the eyes in the house immediately focused on him.

There were four old people, four girls, and a thin man. A peasant youth, a girl.

After focusing on Feng Jianxi, the eyes were quickly dispersed. The four girls seemed to know their fate and were trembling in the corner, while the old people were numbly chewing the smell. Bad dry food.

The thin young man tried to remain calm, but his body was still shaking. The young girl about seventeen or eighteen years old lowered her head. Among the ten people, this slender girl was the calmest.