I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today Chapter 905: 905: Werewolf Village 2

Chapter 905: Chapter 905: Werewolf Village 2

The old man’s face, devoid of any flamboyant paint, almost resembled that of a Clown, especially with that exaggerated sausage mouth which, once he smiled, stretched nearly to the back of his ears.

Fortunately, he wasn’t as neurotic about telling jokes like the Clown.

“Warriors, I have arranged food and lodging for you, please follow .”

The village chief led the way, guiding them into the village.

As Bai Youwei walked, she glanced around her—standing on the hillside, one might not notice, but upon entering the village, she realized that the houses were all spread out, so distance apart, and none were connected.

The villagers were all very friendly, a few who t them smiled and nodded in greeting, children chased and played in the streets, the young people worked hard, and even the elderly were watering flowers, sweeping the courtyard, and hanging laundry in front of their houses.

The entire atmosphere was good, warm and pleasant, brimming with the breath of life.

Just by looking around, Bai Youwei couldn’t detect any clues related to the Werewolf.

Unconsciously, they had arrived at the center of the village.

Here, there was a round wishing well, with a sculpture of a man and a woman in the middle of the water.

“Who are they?” Hans asked the village chief, “Why is there such a statue in the village?”

“Oh… they are our village’s ancestors.” The village chief looked up at the sculpture, then closed his eyes and nodded in a gesture of respect and devotion.

“It is said that a long, long ti ago, there was a big mountain covered in Uto grass, where the Human race and the Wolfman Tribe lived on opposite ends of the mountain, hostile towards each other and frequently engaged in conflicts.

However, the Human race’s warrior and the Wolfman Tribe’s Princess, despite such circumstances, developed feelings of love. They loved each other deeply, unwilling to be apart, and were ultimately driven out by their people. The warrior brought the Princess here, establishing their own village, which is our Werewolf Village.”

So that was it…

After hearing this, Bai Youwei felt that the village’s na wasn’t so repulsive anymore, and with the addition of the love legend, it even seed quite romantic.

The village chief let out a heavy sigh, “Originally, our Werewolf Village was very prosperous, possessing both the intelligence and diligence of the Human race and the keenness and strength of the Werewolves; even our longevity far exceeded that of regular humans. Perhaps it was because we attracted too much envy, our village was cursed! Every night, one villager would fall to a Werewolf!”

Everyone nodded in understanding.

This must be the background of the ga, explaining why a villager would turn into a Werewolf each night—it was because of the curse.

The village chief continued, “Recently, so houses have beco vacant. Warriors, please feel free to stay anywhere you like, co this way.”

He led Bai Youwei, Shen Mo, Hans, and the others to a small house, opened the door, and made a “please” gesture with a bow.

Shen Mo stepped inside.

It was an ordinary residence, with a stone bed, wooden table, and chairs, and so simple pots and jars.

After a quick scan, not seeing Bai Youwei follow, he turned to look outside.

Bai Youwei was standing at the doorway with a sowhat peculiar expression.

“What’s going on?” Bai Youwei asked with furrowed brows, turning to ask the village chief, “Why can’t I go in?”

“Each house can only accommodate one person,” the village chief explained with a friendly deanor, spreading his sausage mouth, “This is for the safety of everyone. At night, the Werewolves will choose a house to attack. The more people there are, the more victims.”

“What kind of logic is that?” Bai Youwei retorted, “The more people there are, the safer it is! If there’s a group of people in a house, couldn’t they take on a Werewolf?”

The village chief’s expression instantly beca complicated as if he was a little stunned, surprised, puzzled, and also… troubled, probably because he had never been challenged quite like this before.

“No one can withstand a Werewolf,” the village chief coughed softly, saying, “The Werewolf’s howl can frighten the bravest souls. Even the most valiant warriors would find their strength and speed utterly inadequate in the face of a Werewolf…”