(Side Story) Journey to the West 03

The scream of this villager almost echoed throughout the entire village.

Everyone gasped in horror. This guy's private parts were probably ruined!

What a vicious fellow!

They grew a bit scared, but still surrounded Fang Zhiyi tightly.

Seeing Fang Zhiyi about to step forward again, the two villagers in the front clamped their legs and took a step back. But then, Fang Zhiyi suddenly turned around and ran into the house!

Everyone was momentarily bewildered. What was this...

With a grim face, Old Man Yan shouted, "Chase him! Chase him! Are so many of us still afraid of just one of him?"

Immediately, some people came to their senses and rushed into the house with their weapons in hand. But they found nothing, only the pushed-open back window. That guy had actually jumped out of the back window and escaped during that short time!

Immediately, some people started to search the whole village, but that "reporter" had disappeared without a trace. Even when they expanded the search area to the surrounding areas, they still found nothing.

It wasn't until night fell again that a figure slowly dropped down from the beam in Old Man Yan's house.

"It's quite troublesome," Fang Zhiyi mumbled.

Little Hei agreed, "You should ask that guy who gave you the information. Does he want your life? These people actually have guns!"

That's right. The reason Fang Zhiyi had run away just now was that he saw a guy hiding in the crowd holding a homemade shotgun.

He was just good at fighting, not invulnerable like someone with iron cloth shirt skills. Of course, he had to run.

Fang Zhiyi shook his head, though. "Him... Forget it. I'll just consider this as helping him this time."

The inside of the house was very dark. Old Yan wasn't at home. Although Fang Zhiyi's vision was obstructed, he heard that someone seemed to have rushed over. After asking a few questions, that person ordered others to drag Old Yan away.

It was likely that Old Yan was in great danger.

Fang Zhiyi felt for his backpack. It had been rummaged through, but fortunately, the dry food was still there. He wolfed down a few mouthfuls, then sneaked into the kitchen. After getting a kitchen knife from the stove, Fang Zhiyi suddenly frowned.

"I've always found it strange."

"Hmm?"

"Ever since I entered this house, I've always felt that there's a strange smell."

"What smell? There's no smell," Little Hei urged. "Let's go. Run away while it's still dark."

Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No. It's not right." His gaze turned to a corner of the kitchen. "The smell is even stronger here."

As the pile of sundries was moved aside, a hole was revealed. A strong smell wafted out, a strange mixture of fragrant and stinky. Fang Zhiyi covered his nose, and his eyes turned extremely cold.

"Damn it. Fortunately, I didn't eat their food!"

The search for the outsider continued. This time, every villager was holding a gun in their hand. It was almost one gun per person.

"Where on earth is this guy hiding? We've searched everywhere and still can't find him!"

"If we catch him, we'll definitely skin him alive!"

"Fifth Brother, how's Old Yan?"

The man called Fifth Brother turned around. "How's he? Dead! He let a stranger stay in his house without even finding out the person's identity! How could he be spared? All of you stay alert. If that kid runs out and tells what happened here, we're all doomed!"

A shout came from afar.

"Fifth! The Eldest Son said to call it off! Just send a few people to keep an eye on the intersections!"

"Okay!" Fifth Brother casually pointed at a few people and told them to guard the intersections. Then he cursed and headed back to the village.

He was now both sleepy and hungry. After going back and wolfing down a few mouthfuls of food, he collapsed onto the bed and started snoring within seconds.

But suddenly, a dark shadow appeared beside his bed. The shadow tilted its head, and the kitchen knife in its hand chopped straight down.

As soon as dawn broke the next day, someone noticed something was wrong. Several people didn't show up. When someone went to their homes to look for them, they found the bodies of Fifth Brother and the others. They all had a single cut on their necks, and the person who made the cuts was extremely skillful.

"That guy is still in the village! Search!"

Soon, someone guessed that it was the kid from yesterday who did it.

Another round of search began. But strangely enough, no matter how hard they looked, they couldn't find that kid's trace.

The people guarding the intersections reported that they hadn't seen anyone pass by either.

The whole village spent another whole day searching. Not only were they exhausted, but they also found nothing.

"Damn it. I underestimated them. There are more than thirty households here, with over a hundred able-bodied laborers..." Fang Zhiyi's face gradually emerged from the darkness. While the leader of this group led the search outside, Fang Zhiyi went into the leader's house and spent a comfortable day there.

This time, before dawn even broke, the villagers were awakened by screams. Some of them had been up for a whole day and night, but when they heard the noise, they still got up cursing.

Several more people in the village were killed, still being hacked to death in their sleep with a single knife.

Finally, someone got scared. Some even knelt down on the spot and started praying. This action also earned them a beating from the Eldest Son.

"What are you all afraid of! He's just a human! Just one person! Hurry up and find him! Turn this place upside down if you have to!"

Little Hei was floating in the air, observing the movements of these people and telling Fang Zhiyi from time to time. Fang Zhiyi just managed to avoid several searches by taking advantage of the time when the villagers passed by.

"Say, why don't I step in? I can still kill people in their dreams," Little Hei said.

Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No need."

What he wanted was to scare these people.

The villagers still couldn't find Fang Zhiyi's trace. It was during the most sleepy time at dawn that eight more people died.

Tiredness and fear lingered in everyone's hearts.

Even the Eldest Son, who claimed not to believe in gods and Buddhas, started to offer incense to the Buddha statue placed in his room when he returned to his residence, praying for protection. He had never encountered such a strange thing. How could a living person just disappear?

Clearly, they were the hunters, but why did it feel like so many of them had become the prey?

On the third night, someone died as soon as it got dark. Finally, someone broke down.

"It must be those guys coming back for revenge! It must be!"

"Shut up! Don't shout!"

"Yes, yes. I saw it. That shadow, that height. It was that guy! That undercover agent! He's back!"

The Eldest Son, who rushed over in a hurry, had bloodshot eyes all over. Hearing this villager's rambling nonsense, he took out his gun and fired a shot. The world fell silent.

"Eldest Son, how about we call the police..." As soon as this person said this, he even thought it was a bit ridiculous to call the police.

The Eldest Son scanned the area around him wildly with crazy eyes. "He's just a human! We have so many people. Are we still afraid of just one of him?" He stared fixedly at the villager he had killed with his own hands. The words of the dying villager echoed in his ears.

"It was that guy! That undercover agent! He's back!"

Even a man who had several lives on his hands couldn't help but shiver.

No, there were no ghosts and gods in this world. There were only money and guns! Whoever stood in his way, he would kill them.