The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

"A wooden sword?" The man with the thick beard thought for a moment after hearing Bai Qian's question.

"I made a few for those kids at the school in the city before, but they haven't come to pick them up. If you want them, you can take them; they're not worth much anyway," he said, waving his hand.

Bai Qian stepped across the wood shavings-covered ground and found the wooden sword the carpenter had mentioned in the corner of the wall. The workmanship wasn't very good; the surface was a bit rough.

"Zhang Wu and the others are over there?" Bai Qian suddenly asked, looking down at the wooden sword in her hand.

"Those hooligans? In the courtyard in the red brick alley in the west of the city... Why are you asking about that?" the carpenter answered subconsciously, but frowned after realizing what he meant.

Bai Qian picked up the wooden sword but did not answer the question.

"Thank you." She said politely.

The carpenter watched the black-haired girl walk out the door, but then she turned back, her clear black eyes quietly looking at him.

"Which direction is west of the city?"

Volume 1: 8. Who says a wooden sword can't kill someone?

"Brother, you're my own brother, why would I lie to you?"

In the somewhat desolate courtyard, four men were sitting around a table. The shirtless man was speaking to the man with a buzz cut who was squatting on a stool at the front of the table, and his tone even sounded a little aggrieved.

“Zhang Wu was originally your brother,” said the man next to him, who was gnawing on a chicken leg, waving the chicken bone in his hand.

The man with the buzz cut didn't look too good.

"Are you sure you saw that girl in the yard?" Zhang Wu was skeptical.

After all, they personally handed that girl over to the Lai family. Given the Lai family's habit of currying favor with demons, that girl is probably already inside the demon's belly.

"What if I'm seeing a ghost?" Zhang Liu couldn't help but say.

Upon hearing his words, the three men sitting around the table fell silent.

"maybe."

“I heard from the blind man next door that the Huang family is often harassed by evil spirits because of the bad things they did in previous years.”

“We’re not much cleaner either,” Zhang Wu said, frowning and shaking his head.

"Besides, if she really becomes a vengeful ghost, she should go after the Lai family first, since they were the ones who delivered that girl into the monster's mouth."

"So what do we do next? Are we not going to go there anymore?" Zhang Liu asked cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wu hesitated for a moment.

"Go, of course I'll go. Bring Bai Yao here tomorrow," he said through gritted teeth.

"What if it really is a ghost..."

"Go find that monk in the east of the city. Although he's a bit eccentric, he should be able to exorcise a little devil without any problem."

“The foxes on the mountain have given us a quota. If we don’t send them enough virgins by the end of the month, none of us will survive.”

"Do you find ghosts scarier, or those foxes scarier?"

"You should have already arrested the daughter of Scholar Hu next door, right?"

"I'll go catch it tonight."

"Hurry up and catch them, send them to those foxes. We still need to rely on those foxes to maintain our current status in Baifeng City. If we can appease them, what can't we do?"

"If we don't appease those foxes..."

"Dong dong."

There was a sudden knock on the courtyard gate.

Like a stone suddenly thrown into the Dead Sea, the men's discussion came to an abrupt halt.

They glanced at each other.

"Da Huai, go open the door." Zhang Wu looked at the man next to him who was still holding a chicken bone.

The man called Da Huai glanced at the door, somewhat reluctantly.

But he still gritted his teeth and walked to the door, slowly opening it.

A chilly breeze drifted into the courtyard through the open gate.

Da Huai stumbled and crawled back a few steps.

Standing at the door was the very person they had just been discussing.

A black-haired girl in a pure white long dress stood at the door, her eyes, which were much deeper than the night sky, quietly watching them.

That empty, emotionless gaze doesn't seem like the gaze of a human being.

She was carrying a rough wooden sword, which Zhang Wu could roughly tell was probably made just a few days ago, like a toy someone had carved out specifically to amuse a child.

"The ghosts are coming for us." The one who spoke was the bald man who had already stood up.

Unlike the other three, he didn't seem afraid.

He bent down and picked up the knife used to cut chicken from the table on the floor.

"What ghost would use a broken wooden sword to take revenge?" He said in a somewhat relaxed tone.

"Get all the weapons," Zhang Wu said in a deep voice.

"There's really nothing to be afraid of. Even if it really is a ghost, with four grown men here, would it dare to come near us?"

"If it dares to get close, just chop it into mincemeat."

The four men held different weapons in their hands: axes for chopping wood, knives for cutting meat... They stood still, gripping these weapons.

Despite saying they weren't afraid of Bai Qian at this moment, none of the four dared to step forward.

"After dealing with this brat, let's go and bring Bai Yao back tonight, lest things get complicated."

Bai Qian moved, her white robes fluttering slowly, and the wooden sword in her hand dragged on the ground, leaving a clean and narrow scratch.

The courtyard was quiet, with only the breathing of a few people and Bai Qian's footsteps.

Perhaps the bald man couldn't stand the current atmosphere, or perhaps it was because he was standing at the front and closest to Bai Qian.

He gripped the meat cleaver in his hand and slashed at Bai Qian, who was getting closer and closer.

"Everyone, let's go together! Do you think she can kill anyone with that broken wooden sword?" That's what he shouted, but the three behind him remained standing in place, showing no intention of joining the bald man in going forward.

Bai Qian seemed unresponsive to the bald man's actions, continuing to move forward.

Even though the bald man was already in front of her, and the waving blade was about to fall.

Bai Qian seemed to just realize what was happening and raised her head.

The bald man felt a surge of joy upon seeing this.

He doesn't look like a ghost; he's just a simpleton.

Bai Qian slowly raised her sword.

A cold wind relentlessly rushed into the bald man's clothes; he didn't want to look at the rough, seemingly harmless wooden sword.

But his gaze seemed to be fixed, and he couldn't help but look at the sword.

Look at the texture on that brownish-yellow wood, and watch it float lightly towards you.

Is it an illusion?

He saw snow.

Snowflakes drifted down leisurely in sight, the green willows drooped slowly, and the snowflakes floated lightly down the branches to the ground.

Where do such green willows come from in winter?

This was his final thought.

A wooden toy pierced his throat.

It's not difficult; it's like cutting into tofu, except instead of tofu water, bright red blood comes out.

Shengxue's white shirt was stained with specks of crimson.

The sound of the knife hitting the stone ground made the three people, who had already run halfway, pause in their tracks.

A wooden sword can really kill people? Isn't that just a toy for children?

This was the first idea of ​​the three of them.

"Go, avenge him, while she's still recovering from her exhaustion and before she can muster new strength," Zhang Wu said menacingly from behind the two men.

He stood motionless, holding his axe.

The two men in front of Zhang Wu exchanged a glance and could only grit their teeth and step forward.

Bai Qian pulled out the wooden sword.

A knife and an axe came crashing down at the same time.

The girl slowly took a step forward, her black hair fluttering in the wind.

The axe struck nothing.

As for the knife... Bai Qian raised her sword and aimed it at Zhang Liu's chin.

If the previous sword strike pierced the bald man's throat, then this sword strike is aimed at completely piercing Zhang Liu's head.

The delicate flesh of his chin was pierced through in one go.

The man's head was turned into mush by the wooden sword.

Da Huai had only just caught his breath and picked up the axe again.

Seeing the scene unfolding nearby, I felt a chill seep up from the soles of my feet.

But running was too late, so he had no choice but to raise the axe and swing it again, disregarding everything else.

No miracle occurred; the axe struck nothing.

She stood right beside him, looking at him with those calm, monstrous black eyes.

He raised the blood-stained wooden sword in his hand.

The wooden sword slashed halfway in.

It wasn't with thorns, but with slashes.

The sword was cut in half from the man's neck. It was only cut in half because the wooden sword was stuck in his neck.

The person had already fallen to the ground and was no longer breathing, so there was no need to endure any unnecessary pain.

Bai Qian gripped the sword and pulled hard, drawing out half of the wooden sword.

The remaining half of the sword was stuck in his neck, so Bai Qian broke it in half.

He glanced at the sword broken in two in his hand, then turned to look at Zhang Wu.

Zhang Wu didn't come closer; he was quietly trying to climb over the courtyard wall.

He noticed the girl in white looking over, but felt nothing else.

A cold sensation permeated my entire body.

The wooden sword, broken in half, was still dripping blood.

Even though nothing was wrong, Zhang Wu felt like he was suffocating.

This is not a ghost.

He suddenly realized it.

This is a monster.

Volume 1: 9. I won't cut you with a sword

Zhang Wu couldn't quite describe the feeling the black-haired girl in white standing before him gave off.

It felt like I was seeing a demon for the first time.

The feeling of seeing them eat people.

is afraid.