[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

Zhou Mao quietly closed the back door of the inn.

It is now Haishi, and the sky is completely dark.There are a lot of clouds in the sky tonight, but the moon can be seen vaguely, at least it can illuminate the surrounding environment a little.

A few days ago, the countryside near the inn was very restless.Probably because it was the season of Waking of Insects, all kinds of spirits and monsters came out one after another, disturbing the villagers.At night, everyone dared not go out, but locked the door and hid at home, praying that no huge beast would overturn the house.

Also because of this reason, the business of the inn plummeted, and the proprietress moaned and sighed all day long.

Fortunately, senior brother Wan Jianshan quickly rescued him.He came with his sword, and only waved his sleeves a few times before the monster fled in a hurry.Within a few days, none of them were to be seen.

Zhou Mao saw the senior brother eliminate the demon from a distance.Standing on the ridge of the roof, he was dressed in white clothes better than snow, and had flowing black hair. When he moved his finger lightly, a sword, light and sword flashed, piercing the chest of the beast.Quite the prestige of the protagonist.

Seeing that senior brother is so capable, Zhou Mao's heart is more than half relieved.

Jiang Hai, the second disciple of Wanjianmen, still does not do his job properly every day, and he also accompanied the senior brother down the mountain to eliminate demons, but the main purpose is to mess around with Zhou Mao.The elder brother who was forced to undertake all the tasks had a good mentality, he just reprimanded Jiang Hai a few words, and then honestly did all the work by himself.

The monster was gone, and the two returned to Wanjian Mountain, and the countryside returned to calm.Not a single monster has been seen recently, and the villagers have resumed their nocturnal activities.This is why Zhou Mao dared to run out so late.

Zhou Mao slipped across the yard lightly, and trotted into the grove.He followed the path through the woods in one breath.Came near the rice field.

There was no one at the edge of the field, so he walked to the ridge in two or three steps.The rice on both sides is about half a person's height, and it is densely packed.Across the rice fields, you can see the forest in the distance, standing still on a windless night, looking quiet and deep.

Zhou Mao looked towards the woods, and for some reason suddenly had an illusion, as if the woods would slowly rise, and then turn into a piece of pitch black, rushing towards him with teeth and claws.

At the same time, he heard a few bells ringing.Immediately, a faint cool air gently covered his neck.Zhou Mao turned his head quickly, and there was nothing behind him.Only the endless field ridges, under the shadow of the messy rice, looked a bit gloomy.

Zhou Mao turned his head quickly, looked away, took a few deep breaths, and then moved his hands and feet.When he was bending over to press his legs, there was a sudden "croak", which made Zhou Mao tremble in fright, and almost fell into the field.

A frog that looked black in the night jumped up the field ridge, glared at Zhou Mao with puffy eyes, and jumped down again.Zhou Mao stroked Pengpeng's beating heart, smiled wryly and shook his head.

It's really scary to come out to exercise in the middle of the night.Zhou Mao thought, let's change to morning next time.Although I have to get up to prepare ingredients at Mao, it should be okay to get up a little earlier.

But since I came out today, I still finish the running task before going back.After Zhou Mao made up his mind, he began to move his feet and trot along the field ridge.

He didn't run a few steps, and his breathing began to become heavy.This body is really not easy to use, Zhou Mao thought to himself, if he encounters any danger, he probably won't even be able to escape.

Although he couldn't breathe and couldn't take a step, Zhou Mao still bit the bullet and ran down.His throat made a hoarse panting sound like a bellows.

This fat man is different, even the sound of panting is so special.Zhou Mao thought while running.However, as he ran, he gradually realized that something seemed wrong.

The panting sound was like sawing wood, sharp and piercing, stimulating Zhou Mao's tympanic membrane.Zhou Mao shook his head, opened his mouth and took a few breaths, trying to calm down his breathing.However, when he opened his mouth, the panting sound that should have stopped, still proceeded at the same rate as before.

Zhou Mao opened his mouth halfway, his hands and feet gradually became cold.

The panting sound didn't seem to come from his own body.

He slowly slowed down, and the sound of panting disappeared with his movements.He turned his head slowly, but there was still a long field ridge behind him, and there was no one there.

This is not a society adhering to materialistic values.Zhou Mao suddenly thought that there might be ghosts in this world.

He gradually felt afraid, walked quickly to the junction of the field ridges in three or two steps, turned around, and wanted to turn back home as soon as possible.As his footsteps quickened, the strange panting sounded again, becoming clearer and clearer.Zhou Mao felt as if there was an invisible person lying on his back, exhaling into his ears.

The more he thought about it, the more he panicked, and he started to run wildly.The voice didn't let him go, it kept lingering in his ears.Zhou Mao didn't care about being tired, and ran towards the inn.

At some point, the moon was completely covered by clouds, and it was pitch black all around.Although Zhou Mao felt that he was heading in the right direction, it seemed that he would never reach the destination that he should have reached long ago.

The panting sounds in his ears lingered like ghosts, and the surroundings were dark. Zhou Mao was out of breath. He felt so desperate that he could only close his eyes and rush forward, but he didn't expect that the road under his feet seemed to be untied all year round. , are all tiny bricks and tiles.He didn't take two steps before his toes hit a hard brick, and his body fell forward involuntarily.

Zhou Mao closed his eyes and stretched out his hands in a panic, trying to support his fat body with his hands before landing, but his arm was firmly held by a hand.

Zhou Mao still didn't dare to open his eyes, but the faint warmth from the palm of that hand made him feel a little at ease.The piercing panting sound had disappeared at some point.Zhou Mao felt his body being supported by a force, and at the same time, a clear and familiar voice flooded into Zhou Mao's ears.

"... Zhang Fatty, what's going on, why are you here alone in the middle of the night?"

Zhou Mao opened his eyes.Sure enough, in the darkness was Fang Xing's handsome face.The stone in Zhou Mao's heart fell to the ground instantly, and he couldn't help hugging the person in front of him.

"Why did you go down the mountain again?" He asked half complaining half gratefully.

"I miss you." Jiang Hai replied, gently stroking Zhou Mao's hair.

Zhou Mao looked into Jiang Hai's eyes. "It's so late..." he said.

"I always come here at night." Jiang Hai said, "It's easy to sneak out at night. I usually stay elsewhere for a while, and then look for you after dawn. But today I ran into you halfway." He Gently scratched Zhou Mao's nose. "You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing here so late?"

Before Zhou Mao could speak, his face turned red. "I just want to come out...to relax." He muttered softly, and suddenly realized that he was sweating profusely and even his clothes were soaked, so he immediately put down his arms around Jiang Hai's waist, and quietly took two steps back.

"Relaxing?" Jiang Hai raised his eyebrows, then smiled, and wiped the sweat on Zhou Mao's forehead with his sleeve. "Does Sanxin run so fast?" He tugged at Zhou Mao's face: "Tell me honestly, do you want to lose weight when you come out for a run so late?"

Zhou Mao blushed again. "...I've been in the kitchen during the day, I don't have much time, and I'm afraid of being laughed at by others. Only at night..." He whispered.

"What weight loss?" Jiang Hai poked Zhou Mao's forehead, his tone was reproachful, but there was a little smile on his face. "I don't dislike you. What do you want to do when you lose weight? Is it possible that you want to fall in love with others besides me?" He pinched Zhou Mao's face, "It's so cute, isn't it good?"

"Not good." Zhou Mao covered his face and pouted, "I feel very bad."

Jiang Hai gently wrapped his arms around Zhou Mao's waist and held him in his arms. "I hope you can enjoy life in this world and don't wrong yourself." He said softly, "Didn't I say that no matter what you become, I like you."

"I know." Zhou Mao blushed and said in a muffled voice, "But in this case, I can't let my body develop horizontally."

He stretched out his hand and also hugged Jiang Hai's waist: "Look, when I hug you now, I hug a beautiful man with abdominal muscles; when you hug me, you can only touch a whole body of fat. You're being unfair, aren't you?"

Jiang Hai couldn't help laughing. "How can you say that?" He kissed Zhou Mao's hair, "Even if I hug a handsome man, I'm sure I won't be as happy as hugging you."

"But we don't want to keep hugging here." Jiang Hai patted Zhou Mao's shoulder again, let go of his hand, and looked into the distance, "It seems to be windy, it's a bit cold, let's go back to the inn."

Zhou Mao nodded.The moon was still buried under the clouds, and the cold wind blew by, making Jiang Hai's robe rustle.Zhou Mao noticed that there was a red rope wrapped around the hilt of the sword around his waist, and two bells were tied at the end of the rope, which were making small and crisp ringing with the wind.

Zhou Mao couldn't help but think of the bell that he heard faintly on the ridge of the field just now.Probably Jiang Hai saw him early in the morning, secretly following behind him without making a sound.

Zhou Mao thought of how stupid he was when he was scared out of his wits just now, and felt very ashamed, and couldn't help complaining: "If you see me, tell me, is it fun to frighten me by following me at night? "

Jiang Hai's expression showed a trace of bewilderment. "I didn't intend to scare you," he said, and thought for a while, "You were quite fast when you ran over. I didn't realize it for a while, and then I immediately caught up and ran behind you for a while." He touched Zhou Mao's head, "Scared you?"

Zhou Mao frowned slightly.Things don't seem quite right.But he didn't give it much thought.He was sweating profusely from running, and his clothes were soaked. The wind blowing in gusts made him feel extraordinarily cold, and he couldn't help shivering a few times.

"Strange, there was no wind at all just now, why is it so cold now." He muttered softly.Jiang Hai chuckled, took off the Taoist robe on his body, and put it on for him.

"Don't catch a cold," he said, untied the sword from his waist, and gently pulled Zhou Mao's right hand, "Let's go back."

Zhou Mao didn't reject Jiang Hai's kindness, he nodded, and took two steps towards Jiang Hai's direction, but he didn't notice that there was a one-foot-high boulder on the ground, which happened to hit Zhou Mao's knee.He hissed in pain, quickly let go of Jiang Hai's hand, knelt down and rubbed twice.

"Are you okay?" Jiang Hai's voice approached immediately, and Zhou Mao felt a hand gently covering his knee.

"I'm fine," Zhou Mao said, reaching out to push the stone, "But why is there such a big stone on the road, it's too dangerous. If someone rides by at night, wouldn't it be fatal? I'll push it farther away. "

He tried to push the stone to the side of the road, but the stone seemed to be rooted in the ground and remained motionless.

Zhou Mao suspected that the way he was using force was wrong, so he moved his hand down a little, intending to exert force from the lower part of the stone.His hand slid across the surface of the stone, but he felt that the stone was different from ordinary stones, very smooth.

Zhou Mao touched it a few more times in doubt, and when he touched a few depressions, he couldn't help laughing.

"There are characters engraved on this stone," Zhou Mao said, "could it be a stele?"

Jiang Hai did not speak.Zhou Mao vaguely felt his breathing getting heavier and heavier.Suddenly, his arm was tightly held by Jiang Hai.

"Stay by my side, don't go anywhere." He heard Jiang Hai's voice was extremely low.Immediately afterwards, in the darkness, he saw Jiang Hai take out a rune from his pocket, read a few words lightly, and the rune turned into a flame and flew in one direction.

The flame was not very bright, and it did not fly very far.It seemed to hit something, burned for a while and then went out.Zhou Mao smelled a burnt smell, and a few sparks jumped down to his feet.

Zhou Mao's heart was beating wildly, just now the flame flashed across, slightly illuminating the surrounding environment.He should have been on an empty field path, but he seemed to see a lot of people just now.They stood huddled together, silent, and the empty whites of their eyes reflected the firelight as the runes flew past, before disappearing into the darkness again.

"Close your eyes and hold me tight." Jiang Hai commanded sharply, grabbed Zhou Mao's robe, and tied his arms with himself.At the same time, he took out a large number of runes from his pocket.Driven by him, the runes burned and scattered, lighting up the night sky.

Zhou Mao blinked, trying to identify the surrounding environment in the firelight, but Jiang Hai pressed the back of his head and lowered his head forcibly.

"Close your eyes!" he ordered again.

Zhou Mao felt the dust on the ground fly up with the ashes of the runes, and he could see the slightly raised loess between a few blue stone slabs and the ground not far away.The closest to him was the big rock he had just knocked over.

It was also a cyan slate, and the black characters engraved on it were like ghosts, trembling under the faint firelight.

He heard the rustling footsteps around him, gradually approaching Jiang Hai and himself.

A piece of blue finger, like a worm, slowly drilled out from the loess under the bluestone slab, and gently climbed onto Zhou Mao's feet.

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When I coded this chapter, I felt so scared, my back was hairy, and I didn’t dare to write the details carefully.But after coding, it is not scary at all!Really 7456!

And unknowingly exceeded the word count...