Chapter 1466 1438. Did you hear it?
The village chief seed to be just attracted to have a strange look, then said hello and left.
Lan En cut off so of the round edges of a Terian Oren coin according to the price, which was regarded as paying the accommodation fee.
But when Lan En watched the village chief walk away on his thick-soled black priest clogs, his eyes followed the old man for a mont before turning back.
The witcher sniffed and made sure he slled it right.
The village chief's hands sll of blood.
And just like a butcher, it is the sll of blood accumulated over many years.
It's just that the blood doesn't seem to be human, but just so animals, such as cows or horses, maybe monkeys, wild boars or sothing?
Isn't this village a post station for taking care of large livestock?
Is this in charge of slaughtering?
And even if the slaughtering is done, it should not be done by the village chief, a part-ti priest.
Shintoism believes that corpses are unclean things. Even when it cos to funeral rituals, their rituals focus on the extradition of the soul, not the dead body.
Moreover, in this part of Japan, funerals are basically taken care of by monks.
How can you communicate with the gods (Shinto concept) with blood-stained hands?
But Lan En's feeling was just weird.
After all, everyone has their own secrets. Since the other person's hands are not stained with human blood, there is no need to take it too seriously.
Maybe he is just a Shinto priest, but secretly likes to eat at?
It doesn't matter whether the village chief likes to eat at or not, Lan En has been allocated a residence in the village.
Although this room is still a wooden house and thatched hut, it can be seen that it is already a first-class room in the village.
The shed was located far away from the big animals and faced a river, so the body odor of the animals was much lighter.
The size is also very suitable. It can be seen that several people were originally supposed to share a room, but it seems that because Lan En gave a good price, he is now the only one.
It's the Linjian next to the house. Lan En didn't see anyone coming out to watch the fun just now. Maybe the people working are catching up on their sleep.
"Father, did you really let him live here?"
In the distance, Daisuke Kikuchi's hand rested on the handle of the sword at his waist, and Haori covered the scabbard. Beside him, a young man looked at the big house in the distance with him and said.
"Do you have a problem?" Daisuke Kikuchi glanced sideways at his son, Kikuchi Sadaikichi.
This boy was good at swordsmanship, but he kept talking about what big things he wanted to do. As a result, he was too lazy to do the small things in his village. He wandered around all day and shouted at the people who were working.
Therefore, he was called "Idle Dingji" by the people in the village.
"Although there seems to be nothing wrong with it, this is too weird."
Kikuchi Sadayoshi scratched his Tsukiyo head.
"This world is big, Seikichi." Daisuke Kikuchi is very open-minded, "Things you think are unbelievable have happened to others. Look at that suit of armor."
"Look, our village is not as valuable as the cage hand on his armor."
The old warrior raised one hand and patted the forearm of the other hand, indicating the [Smaug] armplate he had seen before.
"And look at the way he didn't bargain at all and just took out the gold coins. Tsk, I think even in the Ming Dynasty, he is not an ordinary person. Is there any news about the Ming Dynasty's big shots coming recently? I haven't heard of it. "
Sighing, Daisuke Kikuchi turned to look at his son.
"Okay, tonight you lead a night patrol. Don't pout! Do you hear ? Are you looking for a beating?"
"Monsters and bandits, any one that cos in will be fatal! Please be serious!"
Daisuke Kikuchi kicked his son on the lower back, causing him to stagger several steps away.
Kikuchi Sadayoshi patted the straw sandal prints on his lower back and went to work reluctantly, muttering.
After all the fuss, the sky has actually darkened. If you don't want to burn lamp oil, it's ti to take a rest.
Lan En, who was in his own house, first fiddled with the fire in the pit, making a crackling sound of burning wood.
After the sunlight completely dimd, he slipped out through the crack in the door silently.
The body, which seed huge compared to ordinary people, showed superior flexibility at this ti.
As for Lan En's concealnt skills, there was really no risk of being discovered when facing a patrol from a re village.
He even passed Daisuke Kikuchi's residence and walked all the way to the depths of the village.
The sloppy, dirty, but lifelike dirt roads in the villages disappeared and were replaced by bluestone roads paved upward along the mountains.
There is still moss growing on the corners of the gaps in the stone slabs, indicating that this road has been through for a long ti.
There are two torii gates on the stone staircase that winds upward.
It is a large frad door fra painted vermilion in Shintoism, on which sotis strings and paper hangings are hung.
Often placed in front of the shrine gate, it symbolizes the dividing line between the divine realm and the human world.
After passing the first torii gate, on the side of the bluestone steps is the shrine where the village chief lives and worships daily. Then go up and you will find the main object of worship, which is the huge cherry blossom tree with slightly shiny petals and long-term blooming.
The locked gate of the courtyard where the cherry blossom tree is located cannot stop Lan En at all.
He just turned over lightly and silently climbed over the door that was only two people high.
Just like Lan En's impression when he first saw it during the day.
This cherry blossom tree looks even more beautiful at night, almost gorgeous.
The falling petals are like beautiful light rain.
But after his feet landed on the ground, Lan En kept frowning.
The eyes that were already deep enough to make those who looked at him panic, were lowering their heads and looking around at his whole body.
From ti to ti, he would extend his palms in front of his eyes, as if he was looking at sothing invisible on his palms.
"no."
After looking at his body for a while, the witcher whispered an assertion. "The power wrapped around my body has nothing to do with this cherry blossom tree."
"It's not because we suddenly appeared in the courtyard where it is located that these powers entangled . In other words."
Lan En's eyes moved away from the cherry blossom tree, where the petals were falling silently and leisurely, and turned to look around unfocused.
"It's really just because we set foot on this land that we were imdiately entangled."
In the end, even Lan En couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth: "Although I still don't feel the danger, but tsk, it's really outrageous."
He moved his arms and palms.
"Do you really want to tattoo my body?"
Those strands of power have fallen and attached to Lan En's [Body Light] more and more.
Looking at it, it does look like a ticulous painting that has not yet been outlined.
Even with ntos' calculation power and Lan En's insight, facing a painting that doesn't even have a rough outline, it's impossible to deduce what it will turn into in the end.
After coming to the cherry blossom tree again, and confirming that the power wrapped around himself, Velvet Ball, and Qilin had nothing to do with this tree, Lan En was ready to leave the courtyard.
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An unknown river passes through Shisanying Village, and his house is right next to the river.
After he hurried back silently, he could let Qilin sneak over from the river carrying the flannel ball on his back, and they could briefly et and communicate.
Basically no one is aware of it.
After getting off the bluestone mountain road and stepping onto the village's loess road again, Lan En calmly looked at the patrol team passing by in the darkness.
A disinterested young warrior leads the way, followed by four dozing, sniffling militian.
Only then did Lan En discover that the militian guarding the village gate during the day were fairly equipped.
At least there were a few scattered pieces of iron on his body for protection.
The remaining militian are really just wearing single clothes, with a long gun in their hand, or a cheap knife in their waist.
He didn't even have a forehead protector with an iron plate on it. He looked like he was doing farm work and only had a triangular sweat towel wrapped around his head.
The light of the torch held by the leading young warrior passed by him, and then Lan En waited for them to go away, and then walked to the door of his house without any loss of breath.
The wooden door of Lan En's house had been slightly oiled on the door shaft. As long as he opened it silently and walked in, no one would notice.
But at this mont, only a 'squeak' was heard.
The door shaft of the wooden door made a dry friction sound.
The sound showed the movent of the person pushing the door, with a flinch and hesitation.
In the village that was so silent that only the sound of gentle running water was left, this small sound seed sudden.
Of course, this couldn't be Lan En's door opening.
Lan En's body had already slipped into the door that he opened smoothly, with only one head exposed, as if he had just been attracted by the sound.
"Is there anyone?"
A voice that was as hesitant and timid as the door push ca out just now.
Every household in the village has turned off the lights and gone to bed. The human voice at this ti is abrupt and strange in an environnt so silent that only the background sound is left.
It seed as if the night was getting darker.
"Is there anyone? Anyone can do it?"
He asked again, almost crying, but still lowered his voice.
He was obviously asking for help, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, as if he was afraid of waking sothing up.
This kind of contradictory voice in fear makes people feel nervous.
"There is soone." But at this mont, a calm voice spoke to him.
That was Lan En's voice.
"What's going on with you? It's very late now."
His tone sounded like he was dissatisfied with being woken up, but his face always showed calm contemplation and calm observation.
Tone and expression are disconnected from each other.
A man with black ash on his face, who looked sleepy and had just woken up, tremblingly poked his head out of the opened door.
He seed to be paralyzed with fear, his body was paralyzed, and his expression was paralyzed.
After looking around, he saw Lan En.
And it seems that he no longer has the energy to observe Lan En's appearance and the height of his head.
After that, he asked with a slight hope and a twisted face.
"Didn't you hear anything?"
"What's the noise?" Lan En asked, "I only heard your movents."
He said this, but the demon hunter's senses were already activated, but his keen hearing found nothing.
"Motion." The man trembled, but still lowered his voice and emphasized, "There is sothing! Broom! Linen! There is movent of these things rubbing against the tatami!"
"Tatami?" Lan En raised an eyebrow, "Does your room have a tatami?"
"That's why." The man's expression was like he was about to cry under Lan En's questioning, "No!!"
Suddenly! The firelight of the patrol that had gone far away flickered in the distance! At the sa ti, there was a shout!
"monster!"
And then, the man stuck his head out from the door to talk to Lan En.
His expression suddenly beca frightened, and then he seed to be pulled back by a force!
The person's head was pulled sideways back into the house, and even the door slamd shut with a 'bang'!
Without any hesitation, Lan En jumped out directly! He raised his foot and stamped on the door of the neighboring house!
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