Otto's daily life

tornado?

Yanai paused and remembered that the aura around her was very similar to the tornado caused by the wooden man.

Looking back, she saw that Shen Heng Meizhu had looked towards the direction she left many times.

Although it was a little strange, Yanai didn't want to join in the fun this time. She didn't want to be taken away as a sacrifice for no reason.

Although I thought so, accidents always come so suddenly.

Yanai tilted her head and looked at the rich girl who was kneeling in front of her.

My dear, please get up quickly. There is no need to perform such a grand ceremony.

Kamohei Miju knelt on the ground and looked at the girl standing opposite her with fanatical eyes, subverting Yana's first impression of her.

"Sir, please help her, help me."

Yanai: “…”

Yanai met the old father's gaze who rushed in with a confused look on his face, so, what happened.

Zhu Xingtuan returned the same look.

Before Yanai could say anything, the girl got up excitedly, threw herself on Yanai, touched her wildly, and kept muttering: "Only you can save me, sir, help me, no, help her, sir!" Tears fell like pearls falling from the string.

"Wait, I'm going, don't touch me."

"My Lord, you can do it."

"Don't throw your tears in my face, don't move your mouth, get out of here."

"Ah!" Don't squeeze me!

"Please let go of my little girl. Calm down. Calm down."

"Let go of your hand, I'm going to bite you, I really am going to bite you, ah wow."

"what!!!"

"Yanai, relax, relax, there is a virus!!!"

"Ouch~" My ears are about to explode.

……

After all the chaos, they could finally have a calm conversation.

Yanai hid behind her old father and looked warily at Shen Heng Miju who was fixing her messy hair opposite her. Hill stuck out his tongue and lay dejectedly on her shoulder.

When Shen Heng Meizhu raised her hand, she could vaguely see the deep teeth mark on her wrist.

"Miss Shen Heng, please respect yourself. My daughter is still a child and you scared her." Zhu Xingtuan looked unhappy and protected the two little ones behind him.

"Call me Meizhu. I'm so sorry, I was too excited." Shenheng Meizhu lowered her head and knelt down deeply.

Seeing that she was sincere, Zhu Xingtuan looked better: "Well, what can I do for you? Please be advised that my child is still young, so there is probably nothing I can do to help you."

"No, you can do it!" Seeing that she was getting excited again and wanted to crawl over, Zhu Xingtuan stood up and pressed her shoulders, I think you should continue kneeling.

"Sorry, I lost my composure." Meizhu said embarrassedly after letting out a breath, and then explained the purpose of her trip.

"I went traveling some time ago, and due to a sudden rainstorm, I got lost in a remote mountain village. There were old and outdated customs there, one of which was sacrifice. Young women were sacrificed to bless the villagers with peace, safety, good weather and good harvests. This rule has been passed down for hundreds of years until today." Meizhu looked sad, and she didn't have the demeanor of a strong woman at all.

"Everything there is covered in gray in my memory." When she said this, she showed a horrified look on her face. Zhu Xingtuan handed her a cup of hot water and listened to her story carefully with Yanai who moved to the side.

Mizhu felt the warmth in her palms, and the cold spring in her heart gradually turned into heat, which soothed her tense emotions. She continued to tell her story. The villagers there warmly smiled at the first sight of a stranger and every household took out their treasured delicacies to welcome the guests.

But she just couldn't feel something was right, so she stayed alert and stayed awake all night in the house they provided.

"And then?" Yanai's eyes widened, her heart tightening.

Sure enough, in the middle of the night, she vaguely heard a call, so she quietly climbed out of the house and walked in the direction of the sound.

She walked around the houses with lights on, going further and further away, and finally came to a locust tree, where a girl in red was quietly waiting for her.

The patterns on the clothes are intricate, compact and have a unique charm.

She walked up and was about to ask something, but a hand suddenly appeared from behind her and covered her mouth, dragging her into the bamboo forest behind her. The hand on her mouth was extremely cold and powerful.

At that moment, she thought she was going to die.

"Shh, don't make any noise." A voice said in her ear.

Mizhu nodded fearfully, and felt the hand covering her mouth slowly lose its strength. She turned her head stiffly, her mind went blank, and she could only rely on her instinct to move forward.

But, unexpectedly.

There was no one behind him, only a blood-colored magatama and a hint of strange fragrance lingering in the air.

There was a noise in the distance, torches flickered, villagers in plain clothes wandered around expressionlessly, in a corner illuminated by the light, a blood-red locust tree stood there quietly, and under the locust tree, the ground was white.

"!!!" She widened her eyes and stared at the soil under the locust tree in horror. The villagers in the distance seemed to have seen her. They stared at her with their empty, dark eyes and walked towards her slowly but straightly.

Meizhu didn't dare to stay. She quickly picked up the magatama and ran into the depths of the bamboo forest.

"After that, I didn't know how I got out. I only knew that the road was filled with fog, and I returned to the human world in a panic." Meizhu looked dazed, as if she had returned to that night. "I called the police afterwards, but I never found that village again. When I asked people around me, they all said that there was no such village. It was like an absurd dream, with those women whose bodies were still warm, those strange villagers, and the bloody old locust tree.

The matter should have ended, but until last week, I, I definitely could not be mistaken, the pattern on the monster was very similar to the pattern on the woman's clothes I saw, and, since that day, I began to have frequent dreams, and the color of the jade on my body began to turn black. In the dream, I seemed to become a woman in red clothes, and every time a storm came, I was sent to the altar by the villagers and drained of blood alive. "

"In my dream, their miserable screams and desperate cries still echo in my mind today. They must be the women who died violently, asking me for help. It was because of the magatama they left behind that I escaped safely. I firmly believe it."

The woman in red, the pale corpse, the blackened magatama and the villagers looking over vaguely.

The room is silent.

"Then why did you come to me?" Yanai, who finally came to his senses, rubbed his goose bumps and asked in confusion, why did you come to her? In the eyes of humans, she is just a cute little girl. It is more reliable for you to come to me for those little girls who were bullied by me.

"Sir." Miju bowed again, and her head hit the wooden floor heavily with a "bang", which made Yanai's teeth ache.

"You must be Ultraman Saiyan, and the doll in your arms is the monster that appeared some time ago."