Water Ink Panel: Starting with Bow Technique to Hunt the Sun and Patrol the Skies

Chapter 170: Chapter 94 Monster! Monster! Monster!

Tian Xiaohu clearly had not expected such an attitude from the other party, thinking instead that the old man was mistaking them for bad people.

He stepped forward and hurriedly explained, "We're not bad people. There's been a conflict in Taiping County, and we are heading to the county town to seek refuge. Old man, could you please help us out? We won't eat your food for free."

The middle-aged old man impatiently yelled, "Go, go, go! I don't care who you are. If you want to rest, go somewhere else. You're not welcome here. Scram!"

"You old man, I'm speaking to you nicely. What kind of attitude is this! Do you think we're easy to bully?"

Even a clay Buddha carries three points of anger, let alone a hunter like Tian Xiaohu, who came from humble origins and struggled for a living in the mountains.

It was only because he was following Shen Qing that he restrained himself somewhat.

Otherwise, faced with such rudeness, he would have long since leaped up to confront the man.

"The household is celebrating a happy occasion, why must you act this way, old man? Instead, you could invite these gentlemen in to share a drink of celebration. On such a late night, without villages in front or stores behind, driving us away like this is too inconsiderate," said another.

Just as the farmhand was urging Shen Qing and his group to leave, a young girl dressed in new red clothes walked out from the main gate and warmly said, "Gentlemen, my grandpa has a bad temper, please excuse him."

The girl showed a bright smile and opened the gate of the village wall, "It's already dark, please come inside first. I will discuss with a few people in the village and arrange a room for you."

Seeing how sensible and considerate the village girl was, Tian Xiaohu's face softened considerably. He glanced at the sullen and stiff-faced old man; his attitude had become much more respectful, and he happily replied, "Thank you, miss."

Tian Xiaohu turned back to Shen Qing and the others and shouted, "They have agreed, tonight we can stay in the village."

"That's great, we don't have to sleep outside tonight."

Xiao Zhi and Shen Xiaoshan, among others, could not help but feel a bit lucky.

"Let's go. They've opened the gate, let's go in."

Tian Xiaohu led the cart, guiding everyone into the village.

Shen Qing dismounted, lagging a step behind silently, holding the reins and following behind Tian Xiaohu.

As they passed by the farmhand and the girl, he couldn't help but take another look.

The girl was not very pretty; her skin was dark and rough, her features slightly aged, resembling a village girl living in the countryside.

She was dressed in a bright red outfit which contrasted strikingly with the dim haze surrounding her under the night sky.

The previously arrogant farmhand stood quietly by her side, silent, looking at Shen Qing and the others with a complicated gaze, as if he had something to say but hesitated.

Shen Qing felt something was off.

Once they had all entered the quiet little village, the girl in red clothes loudly shut the gate of the wall.

She led Shen Qing and his group to a large open space in the center of the village and said, "This threshing floor is spacious; you can park your cart here. Come inside my house for a drink of celebration."

"We have brought quite a few things; we need to leave some people to watch them." Shen Qing said with a slight smile, pointing at Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi, "How about this, we three will go in first, and after we have eaten, we can switch with the others."

"That's fine with us."

The girl in red didn't say anything, her face expressionless.

"We have other things to attend to, please make yourselves at home. Grandpa, let's go back," she said, pulling the farmhand by the hand as they lowered their heads and returned to the house.

Once the girl and the farmhand's figures had disappeared at the doorway, Shen Qing whispered to Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi, "You two prepare your weapons and stand behind me later."

Tian Xiaohu paused and said, "Do you feel something is wrong here?"

Shen Qing nodded.

"Then we should leave quickly."

"It seems we can't," Shen Qing looked around and noticed the fog gathering near the village had thickened, resembling a white beast crawling on the ground, slowly encircling them.

Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi instantly felt a chill rise from their spines, shooting straight into their hearts.

"Let's go in and have a look."

Without saying much, Tian Xiaohu walked over to the cart and pulled out a heavy crossbow, fully loaded with arrows, and held it in his hands.

Xiao Zhi did as he heard.

Once both were ready, Shen Qing casually walked to the doorway, and with a push, opened the door.

The creaking sound of the wooden door was especially harsh in the silent night.

As soon as Shen Qing opened the door, he saw a cramped, dark, damp thatched hut filled with a bizarre dark red.

Upon closer inspection, it resembled the color of coagulated blood and in some places, was splattered all over the walls.

The faint moonlight shone through the dilapidated window lattices, making the inside of the hut even clearer.

The living room table was piled with disassembled human flesh, strewn about haphazardly.

Arms were arms, legs were legs, ribs were ribs.

Various internal organs were strung up with straw, hanging beside the table, still dripping warm blood.

Even though Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi had killed people and seen various bloody scenes, the sight before them was simply incomparable.

Shen Qing's gaze skipped over these bloody details and landed on the edge of a bed in the room, his face changing instantly.

In the bedroom, which was slightly festively decorated, he saw three dog demons that looked half human and half dog, sitting upright on the bed like humans, large in stature.

One Dog Demon, with fur as black as ink, eyes flickering with a ghostly green glow.

"You father and son did pretty well this time, I've decided... to grant you a quick end."

The big black dog reached out a paw and grabbed something from the shadows.

A muffled pu-ch sound was heard, and it pulled out a fresh, red heart and liver.

The young girl in red standing in the shadows stared wide-eyed, showing no pain or scream, looking just like a puppet, motionless.

The peasant next to her looked ashen, trembling uncontrollably, daring not to act out.

The big black dog held the heart and liver in its paw, carefully licking and tearing it.

Pieces kept falling from its mouth, making a soft "pat" sound as they hit the ground.

"Demon! Demon! Demon!"

Seeing this scene, Tian Xiaohu and Xiao Zhi's hearts began to beat wildly, their legs felt as if they were filled with lead, wishing to turn and flee, but they found themselves as if bound by an invisible force, unable to move.

Fear overwhelmed them like a tide.

What to do, what to do?

The two instinctively looked toward Shen Qing and saw his expression was unusually calm, which considerably steadied their minds, and they each pulled out a crossbow targeting the dog demons.

The corners of Shen Qing's mouth slowly curled up, revealing his uniformly white teeth: "I thought there was something significant inside, just three mongrels!"

The three old dogs sitting on the bed stopped all movement abruptly, like statues, their eyes wide open staring at Shen Qing.

"You seem a bit ungrateful."

The black Dog Demon on the far end swallowed the juicy heart and liver, snarling as it spoke.

From the corners of its mouth, transparent saliva continuously dripped, falling to the ground and making a sizzling noise. Continue your saga on M V L