Chapter 131 You Will Marry Me Today (25)

I don’t know why things have come to this point.

Jingshui always lagged behind Wen Chan by half a step, following beside her and stealing glances at her from time to time.

The moonlight illuminated the entire village, as if it were daytime, and everything could be seen clearly without a lantern.

This was Wen Chan’s first time visiting the village. Everywhere there were yellow mud houses and thatched roofs, and the village was not wealthy at all.

The poorer, the more ignorant.

At night, people fall asleep early, so if you want to kill someone quietly, you have to use Jingshui.

He can inexplicably walk through walls, giving people a creepy feeling.

Jingshui flipped through the small notebook in his hand, stopped at the first house, gently grabbed Wen Chan, said nothing, and went into the house.

A moment later, he floated out of the room while reading a book, and he didn’t even notice a few drops of blood splattered on his fair and handsome face.

Wen Chan stared at him intently.

“Cicada?”

This made it impossible for Jingshui to ignore her gaze no matter how hard he tried.

Why…why are you looking at him like that?
Do you think it’s not okay for him to kill people?

But…it was she who said they would go together, and it was she who said she would not scold him.

“How did you recognize him?” Wen Chan asked unexpectedly.

“Ah?” Jingshui was a little confused.

Wen Chan reached out and took the small notebook from him. Looking at the simple and abstract drawings of little people on it, she really had no idea how he could tell the difference.

She looked the same.

“For example, who is this person?”

She pointed to the picture of a little man that had just been crossed out and the ink had not yet dried on the notebook, and another little man next to it.

It is so abstract that there is only a circle on top and various crooked drawings of the Chinese character “大” below.

Seeing that she didn’t blame him or hate him, Jingshui breathed a sigh of relief.

“It’s easy to recognize!”

He actually started to explain it to Wen Chan seriously.

Soon, he picked out the next victim from the notebook, threw it in front of Wen Chan, and pointed out the difference to her.

“Look at this person, he has short legs and looks ugly.”

So he drew the limbs of the character “大” particularly short, which suits his temperament very well.

“But he’s not the only one who is short.” Wen Chan looked at the painting and then at the people.

This man was not dead yet. He was held in Jingshui’s hand, his face full of fear.

It was scary when someone suddenly broke into his house and dragged him out in the middle of the night.

Now they are discussing him in front of him, saying he is short and ugly. Is this what a human being should do?
Maybe he is not a human being. A real person would not do such a thing!

“What do you want to do? Who are you? You are not from the village!” He growled to give himself courage.

In fact, no one in the village has ever seen Jingshui, and even if they have, they don’t have much impression of it.

Jing Shui’s presence is not strong at ordinary times, and he will not attract attention even if he blends in with the villagers.

When he came out to work today, someone finally questioned his identity.

“And you!” For some unknown reason, the man gave himself some courage.

“Why didn’t you stay in the well temple? How dare you come out? This is a great disrespect to the well god!”

Wen Chan raised his eyelids, his face was strange, and he said with a sinister smile: “You mention the Well God every day, but you don’t even recognize the Well God?”

She pulled Jingshui towards her, “It seems that the rumors in the village these past two days haven’t taught you a lesson yet…”

“Husband, come on!”

She let out a soft cry, and Jingshui beside her rushed over and grabbed the man’s neck.

Just as he was about to use force, he seemed to remember something and pulled the man into the house.

No matter what, I can’t let Chanchan see his cruel appearance.

When he came out again, he shook his hands to wipe off the blood.

As if nothing had happened, he discussed with Wen Chan: “Not only does he have short limbs, but his head is also empty, so he is easy to recognize.”

As he spoke, he raised his brush and drew another cross on the picture of the little man. Except for this man whose head was round, the heads of the other little men all had a few strokes in them.

Wen Chan had never seen such a way of judging people, so she silently gave him a thumbs up.

That night, Jingshui took Wen Chan to identify people and kill people, and he was very busy.

It was also because of this that he was a little slow in killing the first time, and it was only when the daybreak came that he finished dealing with all the people this time.

As the roosters crowed, Jingshui also drew the last cross on the little notebook.

By this time, more than half of the men in the village should have died.

According to Jingshui himself, whoever he saw in the well temple every night would die.

Those who go to the well temple late at night have bad intentions.

“…Why do you like staying in someone else’s belly?” Wen Chan suddenly asked the fatal question.

They were clearly standing side by side, but at dawn, Wen Chan was left alone.

Because Jingshui couldn’t stand the sunlight, he returned to her belly.

At first, he felt his stomach was a little bloated, but after he adjusted himself, Wen Chan no longer felt any other extra feelings.

She could understand that Jingshui was afraid of being in the spotlight, but he would hide in her stomach whenever they had a disagreement, which really made her experience what it felt like to be a mother for no apparent reason.

“…”

Jingshui was really stumped by her question.

After a long pause, he finally managed to utter, “I have always been like this…”

When he was not yet a human, he had always been in someone else’s stomach.

Even now that I am an adult I cannot change this habit.

The only difference is that he did not absorb the nutrients from Wen Chan’s body.

Of course, there was nothing in Wen Chan’s stomach that he wanted to absorb.

“…”

The answer to this question obviously made Wen Chan dissatisfied.

She frowned, but ultimately didn’t say anything more.

Judging from the way he spoke, he might have really absorbed the dead fetus in Yang Mianmian’s belly.

In a sense, he seems to be Yang Mianmian’s son?

Wen Chan was amused by his own idea.

She raised her hand and patted her belly, then followed Jingshui’s method and began to draw on the notebook he left behind.

Not long after, a few more pages of abstract figures appeared in the notebook.

[Chanchan, what are you doing…]

Jingshui didn’t quite understand Wen Chan’s idea, but soon Wen Chan showed him how to do it.

While the whole village was still asleep, Wen Chan went to sweep around again and killed almost all the remaining men.

As the first scream rang out in the village, Wen Chan returned to the well temple facing the rising sun.

Jingshui: “…”

He killed someone behind Chanchan’s back and didn’t let her watch, for fear that she would see a bit of blood.

As a result, she did it herself, which was even more disgusting than what he had done.

His worry that she would be scared was unnecessary.

…

Hong Gu and a few others took care of Yang Mianmian all night and became drowsy.

After Wen Chan came back, the first thing she did was to wake up Yang Mianmian, and the others finally had some free time to rest.

Yang Mianmian felt pain on the back of her neck and her head was dizzy.

As soon as she opened her eyes and saw that it was Wen Chan again, her face turned pale.

Wen Chan threw the notebook in her hand to her and sat down on the bed.

Before she could say anything, Yang Mianmian hugged the quilt tightly and shrank to the foot of the bed.

Wen Chan: “…”

Is she really that scary? She’s already giving people a shadow.