night……

The era of this village seems to be still in the old era. Few people come out to activities at night, and at most, only those old ladies sit at the doors of the streets and alleys and talk gossip.

Xiao Zhi leaned against the door and opened the simple-function mobile phone. This one was taken out of his luggage. It was like he suddenly broke into this world. There was a blank space in the phone, with neither information nor contact persons.

He took out the business card and dialed out the mobile phone number on it.

After a while, a calm voice came from the receiver: "Moshimosi?"

Xiao Zhi frowned, adjusted his breathing and said, "Father, I need help."

On the other end of the phone is Xiao Zhi’s cheap chaebol father in this world. After hearing Xiao Zhi’s request, the chaebol father was a little surprised, but he still said, “Do you still have my father in your eyes? Run out quietly to make trouble. Tell me, what help is needed!”

Caught a trouble?

Xiao Zhi was stunned for a moment. What kind of role did he play in the eyes of the father of the chaebol?

He said: "I need my father to send ten good-skilled bodyguards, preferably the kind that has retired from the Self-Defense Force. If possible, they all need to be equipped with a pistol..."

The father of a chaebol, far away in Tokyo, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of a tall building.

He looked at the bustling night in Tokyo and was silent for a while: "Need a gun? Is there something happening? If it really doesn't work, go back to Tokyo first. Recently, some MPs have set their sights on us, and there are many things that are inconvenient to do..."

Xiao Zhi looked at the fog wrapped around the village in the distance and said, "I'm sorry, my father, because of special reasons, I can't leave here for the time being. Please try your best..."

Perhaps feeling Xiao Zhi's tone change, the father of the chaebol hesitated for a while and said, "Give me the address, I can only arrange five to help you at most. They will call you when they arrive."

Hang up this short call.

The cold wind blew, and the fir trees around the village made a clattering sound, and suddenly there was an illusion of being in the ocean. Xiao Zhi suddenly remembered that there was another character in the drama. His eyes were slightly cold and he smiled. He opened the drawer of the room and put a few homemade wooden thorns into his pocket, and rode on the small electric car I bought on the way back from Qingshui Hui’s funeral today.

Go northeast along the village road...

There is a large temple in the fir forest in the northeast of the village. If you want to say who is the richest in this village, it is probably the host of the temple, because most of the land in the outer yard is basically owned by the temple, that is, at least more than 50% of the land for the villagers to plant crops is rented from the temple.

When he parked the electric car in the carport and walked up the stone stairs of the temple one by one, two monks wearing monk's robes but not being ordained came over and asked, "It's so late, the hall is closed. If you want to worship the Buddha, please come early tomorrow."

Xiao Zhi waved his hand: "No, I came to meet Mr. Jingxin, the young host. Can I tell me where he is?"

The monk suddenly realized and smiled and said, "The young host is so popular. In addition to the pilgrims who worship the Buddha, there are also fans of his novels..."

novel?

Xiao Zhi said: "Yes, I am a book fan, but I want to ask Mr. Shizuno Muroi personally for some things I don't understand in the book."

The two monks did not doubt that he was there and told Xiao Zhi that the young host lived alone in the wing room of the direction of Jianzheng. After Xiao Zhi thanked him, he walked there, which was quite far away. Unexpectedly, this young host had a bit of personality...

Shizuno Morii.

The young host of the temple works as a monk to save the villagers on weekdays and hold funerals, etc.

He is also a novel lover.

I wrote a novel called "Ghost" about a couple of brothers in a village wrapped in death.

My brother was born with a ability that everything he touched would lose its normal function. For example, when he touched a plant, it would wither, and all that would be made from water from the well was soil. However, my brother had the ability to restore things, that is, things that were touched by my brother and lost their function could be restored to their original state...

Compared to the brother letting the villagers avoid it, the younger brother is much more popular.

One day, my brother couldn't stand the status quo and killed my brother. He was shocked and painful. He was immediately exiled by the villagers to a barren place. In that barren world, my brother saw his dead brother crawling out of the soil and resurrecting from the dead. He was not a simple zombie. He was very flexible and had thinking, almost no difference from ordinary people.

Shizuno Muroi called this kind of person who was resurrected from the dead, a corpse ghost, a ghost turned into a corpse...

Xiao Zhi had no fluctuations in his heart and even wanted to sleep. Because in reality, he could pick it up and read it when he was extremely frivolous, otherwise readers would be able to see it.

I soon saw the monk talking about the wing room, and the sliding door was open, and Shizuno Muroi was sitting on a chair quietly watching a book.

After the person walked in, he calmly raised his head: "Who are you?"

Xiao Zhi smiled: "I am a fan of Mr. Shizuno Muroi's novel "The Ghoul", which is very connotative, so I especially want to know what kind of person is writing this novel..."

Shizuno Muroi, if you can, you should kill him.

Such people are an obstacle to the survival of the village and also an obstacle to his tasks.

No, when watching the plot, Xiao Zhi felt that he had begun to dislike this monk inexplicably. He was just an ordinary human, but he had to look at everything from the perspective of the Creator. It was God's words, and it was nothing wrong. It was human words, and his actions had already hurt others...

He found a seat at will and sat down, brushing his fingers across the wooden thorn in his pocket.

I can't do anything tonight, and the other monks know that they are coming to find Shizuno Muroi.

We need to wait a little longer, and wait until enough deaths in the village...

The murderous intent slowly dissipated in my heart.

Suddenly a crisp voice sounded: "Is Mr. Xiao Zhi also a fan of Mr. Muroi's books? It's great. Mr. Muroi is more popular than Sanzi imagined..."

This is a child's voice, and it is very penetrating!

Xiao Zhi had a brief dizziness in his mind, and his heart beat suddenly accelerated a lot!

He tried hard to stabilize his mind and turned his head slowly. He saw a girl about 13 years old standing at the door of the compartment. Her facial features were delicate, her long wavy hair that was so purple that she was black spreading against the background of the night, completely ignoring gravity. The girl was wearing a light black dress, and she didn't see the skirt support, and she was also spreading against gravity like her hair...

The master appeared so soon...

Kiriki Sand, also the vampire leader in the small castle.

Her skin was pale and there was no trace of blood. She was wearing a pair of blood-red high-heeled boots under her feet. She smiled slightly. The dark eyes without white eyes seemed to devour everything like a black hole!

She lifted the skirts on both sides with her hands, raised her feet and gently stepped on the wooden floor of the wing room, and came in directly...

Xiao Zhi looked at Shizushi Muroi from the corner of his eyes. This guy had invited Kiriki Sako into the house.
Chapter completed!