Chapter 1466 1438 Did You Hear That?

Chapter 1466 1438.Did you hear it?

The village chief seemed to be just attracted to have a strange look, then said hello and left.

Lan En cut off some of the round edges of a Temerian 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 moment before turning back.

The witcher sniffed and made sure he smelled it right.

The village chief's hands smell of blood.

And just like a butcher, it is the smell of blood accumulated over many years.

It's just that the blood doesn't seem to be human, but just some animals, such as cows or horses, maybe monkeys, wild boars or something?

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-time priest.

Shintoism believes that corpses are unclean things. Even when it comes 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 meat?

It doesn't matter whether the village chief likes to eat meat 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 kid is good at swordsmanship, but he keeps talking about what big things he wants to do. As a result, he is too lazy to do the small things in his village. He hangs around all day and shouts at the people who are doing the work.

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 me? Are you looking for a beating?"

"Monsters and bandits, any one that comes 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 time 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 dimmed, he slipped out through the crack in the door silently.

The body, which seemed huge compared to ordinary people, showed superior flexibility at this time.

As for Lan En's concealment skills, there was really no risk of being discovered when facing a patrol from a mere village.

He even passed Daisuke Kikuchi's residence and walked all the way deep into 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 time.

There are two torii gates on the stone staircase that winds upward.

It is a large framed door frame painted vermilion in Shintoism, on which sometimes 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 gate that was only two people high.

Just as Lan En had the impression when he first saw it in the daytime.

This cherry tree looked even more beautiful at night, almost gorgeous.

The falling petals were like beautiful light rain.

But after his feet landed on the ground, Lan En kept frowning.

Those eyes that were deep enough to make the viewer feel uneasy were now looking down at his whole body.

From time to time, he stretched his palm in front of his eyes, as if looking at some invisible object on his palm.

"No."

The demon hunter made a low assertion after looking at his body for a while.

"These powers wrapped around my body have nothing to do with this cherry tree."

"It's not because we suddenly appeared in the courtyard where it is that these powers wrapped around me. That is to say."

Lan En's eyes moved away from the cherry tree that was blooming and the petals were falling quietly and leisurely, and turned to look around without focusing.

"It's really because we stepped on this land that we were entangled directly."

In the end, even Lan En couldn't help but twitch his mouth: "Although I still can't feel the danger, but tsk, it's really outrageous."

He turned his arms and palms.

"Are you really going to tattoo my [body light]?"

Those strands of power have been falling and attaching to Lan En's [body light] more and more.

Looking at it, it really looks like a meticulous painting that has not been outlined yet.

Even with the computing power of Mentos and Lan En's insight, facing a painting that has not even roughly outlined, it is completely impossible to infer what it will become in the end.

Coming to the cherry tree again, Lan En was ready to leave the courtyard after confirming that the power entangled with himself, the flannel ball, and the unicorn had nothing to do with the tree.

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An unknown river runs through the Thirteen Sakura Village, and his house is right next to the river.

After he returned quietly, he could let Qilin come quietly from the river with the flannel ball on his back, and they would have a simple meeting and exchange.

Basically, no one would notice.

After going down the bluestone mountain road and stepping onto the loess road of the village again, Lan En calmly watched the patrol passing by in the dark.

A young warrior who was not interested in leading, followed by four dozing and sniffling militiamen.

Only then did Lan En realize that the militiamen who guarded the gate in the village during the day were well equipped.

At least there were a few pieces of iron scattered on their bodies for protection.

The rest of these militiamen were really just wearing a single piece of clothing, holding a long spear in their hands, or a cheap katana on their waists.

They didn't even have a forehead guard with iron plates, and their heads were like farm work, with only a triangular sweat towel wrapped around them.

The torch held by the leading young warrior passed by him, and then Lan En waited for them to go far away, and then walked to the door of his house without any disturbance.

Lan En had already slightly oiled the hinges of the wooden door of his house, so as long as he opened it silently and walked in, no one would notice.

But at this moment, he heard a "creak".

The hinges of the wooden door made a dry friction sound.

This sound showed the action of the person who pushed the door, with a sense of timidity and hesitation.

In the village that was already silent with only the sound of gentle flowing water, this not-so-loud sound seemed abrupt.

This certainly couldn't be the sound of Lan En opening the door.

Lan En's body had already slipped into the door that he had opened smoothly, revealing only his head, as if he had just been attracted by the sound.

"Is there anyone?"

A voice that was as hesitant and timid as the sound of the door being pushed just now came out.

Every household in the village had turned off the lights and gone to sleep. The human voices at this time were abrupt and strange in the silence of the environment with only background sound.

It seemed that the night had become deeper.

"Is there anyone? Anyone?"

He asked again, almost crying, but still lowering his voice.

He was obviously asking for help, but he didn't dare to shout loudly, as if he was afraid of waking something up.

This contradictory voice in fear made people start to get scared.

"Someone." But at this time, a calm voice spoke to him.

It was Lan En's voice.

"What's wrong with you? It's late now."

His tone was like dissatisfaction with being woken up, but his face was always calm and thoughtful and calm.

The tone and expression were cut off from each other.

A man with black and gray on his face, who looked sleepy and had just woken up, tremblingly poked his head out from the open door.

He seemed to be frightened and numb, his body was numb, and his expression was also numb.

After looking around, he finally saw Lan En.

And he seemed to have no energy to observe Lan En's appearance, nor his height.

Then, he asked with a glimmer of hope, his face twisted.

"You, you didn't hear any movement?"

"What movement?" Lan En asked back, "I only heard your movement."

He said this, but the demon hunter's senses were already mobilized, but his keen hearing found nothing.

"Movement." The man trembled, but still emphasized in a low voice, "There was something! Broom! Linen! The sound of these things rubbing against the tatami!"

"Tatami?" Lan En raised his eyebrows, "Does your room have tatami?"

"Because..." The man's expression was like he was about to cry under Lan En's questioning, "No!!!"

Suddenly! The fire of the patrol team that had already gone far away flickered in the distance! At the same time, a loud shout was heard!

"Monster!"

And then, the man who stuck his head out of the door and talked to Lan En.

His expression suddenly became terrified, and then he seemed to be pulled back by a force!

The whole person's head was pulled back into the house horizontally, and even the door was slammed shut with a "bang"!

Without any hesitation, Lan En rushed out directly! He raised his foot and stomped on the door of the next room!