Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

"Yaoyao, let's go home! Why are you still playing there? It's going to get dark soon!"

In Qifang Village, the sky was already half-light and half-dark, and all the families who had set up stalls and worked outside had finished packing up and gone home.

Only a few teenagers, who were neither too old nor too young and were the most curious and daring, dared to stay outside and wander around.

Fanghua was also acting strangely. Her daughter was always the most obedient and timid, and she would come back almost every day before dusk, let alone at such a dimly lit critical point.

Recently, I've been going out every day, not only to look for people, but I won't be back until it's almost dark.

Several children were gathered together, looking at the only small storybook they had.

That's a treasure shared by the children. They gather here every day to watch it all day long. It's full of classic stories about demon hunters catching demons.

The children already know it by heart, but they still gather here every day, since there are very few things to entertain them in Qifang Village.

Among this group of children, only one little boy was the most special. He was wearing a long white coat, the material of which was completely different from the coarse cloth clothes of the other children.

She has a small bun on her head, which is very cute.

However, his face was very pale, an unnatural paleness, and his gaze toward the storybook seemed somewhat impatient compared to the seriousness of the children around him.

She would occasionally raise her hand and tug at her hair bun, one tug at a time.

When Lingyao heard Fanghua call her, she quickly went to the little boy who was standing furthest away from her today and was tugging at his hair, and pulled him aside.

"Here's today's fruit."

The boy who had initially ignored her changed his expression quickly upon seeing the fruit.

He snatched the fruit that Lingyao had placed in his palm, and then puffed out one cheek with his pale face.

He gave a soft hum in response to Lingyao offering him the fruit.

Lingyao wanted to grab his butt and give him a good beating, but she was only fourteen years old. It was too outrageous for her to do something like grabbing a teenager and beating him.

Regardless, he accepted the fruit.

So Lingyao turned around and ran with a group of children toward their parents who were calling from a distance.

These teenagers, still playing outside at this hour, were caught by their parents and inevitably received a scolding.

"How many times have I told you to be home before dark? Why don't you listen?"

The boy retorted defiantly, "It's not dark yet."

The parent slapped him hard on the face: "When it gets dark, the monsters will come. How will you survive then?"

As she spoke, she grabbed the young man by the ear and led him home.

On Lingyao's side, Fanghua was also talking to her about it.

“What’s wrong with you lately? Why are you always running around here? There are more and more monsters around. The third daughter of the Huang family in the next village didn’t come back last night, and when they found her the next day, she was cut in half.”

In this world overrun by monsters, adults don't think such things would frighten children.

It's good if it scares you; if it scares you, you won't have to run around. It's better than being killed by a monster.

As Fanghua spoke, she tugged at Lingyao's hair.

Lingyao had one more hair bun than the boy, making them two symmetrical buns.

Lingyao, her hair pulled, had a cold expression, and a hundred and eighty ways to kill someone had already flashed through her mind.

The student counselor is feeling unwell, she's feeling unwell, she's upset!

Suddenly Rich: [Host baby, the psychology committee member is here. Host baby, don't cry, don't cry, drink milk, drink milk.]

Lingyao raised her middle finger: Get lost.

Before walking away, Lingyao glanced back and saw that all the children had already run off after their parents.

Only the little boy holding the fruit was still standing there, staring straight at him.

When she looked over, the other person quickly turned their head away and looked away.

……

When Lingyao returned home, she was once again nagged by her father, who was waiting for her there.

There was no other way; Yu Lingyao was the only daughter in the Yu family, their sole heir, and she had been exceptionally beautiful and spirited since childhood.

Even the village chief of Qifang Village often says that his daughter is a natural candidate to become a demon hunter.

In previous years, they didn't quite believe it, after all, the girl was only slightly prettier than the other girls in the village.

But in the past year, they really felt that this girl was a bit different, wondering if she had reached an age where she was about to become enlightened.

Not only did she grow more and more beautiful, but the couple could also feel the abundance of spiritual energy emanating from her. People with abundant spiritual energy are contagious.

It's like a magnetic field of entangled energy.

A person with abundant spiritual energy possesses a strong magnetic field that nourishes those around them; simply being near them makes one feel energetic.

Moreover, this girl has been saying increasingly outrageous things lately.

Sometimes when the couple is discussing something serious at the table, she will chime in with a comment.

And not a single word is superfluous.

For example, a while ago, the neighboring village set up a guard team, which is specifically responsible for patrolling the streets every night at the critical moment to urge those who are still outside to hurry back.

Whichever family sends someone to join the guard team will receive a bag of rice and a bag of pumpkins.

Yu Dasheng was tempted. You see, because of the rampant monsters in the past six months, most of the crops had been ruined, and the Yu family had been eating pickled vegetables and sweet potatoes for two months straight.

The temptation of having a bag of rice and a pumpkin is quite strong.

Originally, Yu Dasheng had only discussed it with Fanghua at the dinner table.

Lingyao, who rarely spoke up at the dinner table, suddenly spoke up.

"What guard team? More like a suicide squad. They go out at different times every day. Are they patrolling or feeding the monsters?"

Yu Dasheng, who was already very interested, was sobered up immediately after being doused with such a bucket of cold water.

Yes.

The reason why the neighboring village suddenly formed a guard team is because several incidents of monsters causing trouble have occurred in their village.

I heard that someone died on their way home at dusk.

The person died right at their doorstep, almost inside the house, but because they hadn't estimated their return time properly, it got dark earlier than planned, and that's how they died.

When it was discovered, the monsters had already eaten all the internal organs in its chest.

Yu Dasheng ultimately did not join the guard team.

However, many were drawn over and eventually formed a team of ten.

It happened about a month ago, and now the group has disbanded because only two of the original ten members are still alive.

The other eight all became food for the monsters.

Lingyao's several crucial interjections averted several crises for the family.

So now, whenever they make any decisions at home, Yu Dasheng and Fanghua like to ask Lingyao for her opinion first.

Lingyao sat down at the dining table, and Fanghua put the only steamed bun on the table into Lingyao's bowl.

He then gave Yu Dasheng and himself a roasted sweet potato each.

Yu Dasheng took the sweet potato, peeled it, but didn't eat it.

Instead, he first looked at Lingyao, who was biting into a steamed bun with a blank expression.

"Yaoyao, there's something at home that your father can't figure out. Can you tell me what to do?"