After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect.

Chapter 3 3. The First Night

Song Yan looked at the coquettish big-eyed woman in front of him. Her silk skirt was half-removed and her clothes were half-undone, as if the skin of a juicy peach had been torn open a little, revealing the slightly bloated but still fair skin underneath.

At this time, the brown blanket had been pulled up, and twenty-four stone hooks made the blanket cover the six sides of this small suspended room. The outside could only be glimpsed through the gaps in the blanket.

There is a cliff thousands of feet below and mysterious dangers outside, and one's life is uncertain at any time. At this time, there is no greater happiness than indulging in the most simple desires of living things.

This is also a way of venting, a way of ensuring that I don't go crazy.

The question becomes a multiple-choice question: go with your heart or go with your body?
Song Yan is a normal and healthy man. If he were in a different environment, he would definitely be willing to have sex, but now... he can't.

He was new here, and everything was unfamiliar to him. He knew very little about this world or even the information about the Demon Sect. Although the woman in front of him taught him some knowledge of leatherworking, she might not have other ideas. More importantly, the Demon Sect seemed very chaotic. They robbed disciples, men and women lived together when they first met, killed people without blinking an eye, and had a taboo of not leaving the house after dark. In this case, how could he be sure that the woman in front of him had not been promiscuous before and had no illness? Or, how could he be sure that the woman in front of him had no problems?

Compared to losing his brain, thinking with his lower body, and leaving everything to trust without any basis, Song Yan still felt that it was better to maintain the necessary rationality and vigilance.

"Sister Wang, let's talk before you were kidnapped here."

"My dear, come to me. After we get well, I'll tell you everything. Hehehe."

The woman's explicit words could make the virgin boy blush, but she seemed to no longer care. She even quietly took off her silk skirt to reveal more flesh, then twisted her hips, raised her back towards Song Yan, and said with a giggle, "Or do you prefer riding horses, young master?"

"Sister Wang, can you give me some more time?"

"why?"

The woman's voice suddenly became angry. She suddenly turned over, sat up straight, and stared at Song Yan. Her eyes reflected the youth and strength of the young man in front of her, so she showed a bit of impatience.

Song Yan's eyes quickly scanned and suddenly landed on a small knife on the bedside table.

It was less than half a breath before the conversation stopped and the woman's gaze followed.

The atmosphere suddenly became dark and tense.

Suddenly, the two of them rushed out at the same time.

Wang Susu was closer to the bedside and grabbed the knife.

However, Song Yan came up immediately, wrapped his arms around the woman's arms, and pinned them behind her back. Then he pressed his elbow, grabbed her arms, shouted, and used all his strength to quickly snatch the knife from her hand.

This was the little grappling technique that the instructor taught during the military training. As a martial arts enthusiast who had been reading martial arts novels since childhood, Song Yan naturally learned a few moves from them, but he never thought that he would have the chance to actually use them in this life.

After grabbing the knife, Wang Susu turned her body, stretched her arm, and then rushed backwards.

The impact was so powerful that Song Yan was knocked directly from the bedside to the couch and rolled twice.

Wang Susu turned around quickly and wanted to pounce on him again, but she saw that the boy had already sat down, holding a knife and looking at her quietly.

"Sister Wang, let's talk."

"Put the knife down and talk."

Song Yan gave a friendly smile, then put down the knife and moved it a little further away.

Wang Susu breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "Right, use a knife to do it."

Before she uttered the last few words, she suddenly pounced out and flew quickly towards the knife, but she missed.

It seemed like Song Yan had been waiting for her to make this move, so as soon as she moved, his arm quickly extended out and tightly grasped the knife between his five fingers again, never letting go!

The two of them slowly distanced themselves from each other again.

"why?"

This time it was Song Yan's turn to ask, because there was really no reason for Wang Susu to come and grab the knife just now. The two of them had no hatred at all, so why did she do this just for a sex matter?
However, the woman named Wang Susu did not answer.

Almost an incense stick of time passed, and Wang Susu suddenly looked outside the house through the crack and said, "After autumn, the fog in the mountains starts to get thicker. At night, you and I need to take turns to stand guard and hold the door with our bodies to prevent any accidents.

This is also the reason why two people live in one room.

If one lives alone, he can only hope for the best, either that the ghost doesn't knock on the door, or that he doesn't fall asleep or slack off all night. "

"Sister Wang, what is the fishy fog? What is a ghost? Why is the stone house in our leather workshop only one floor?" Song Yan asked a series of questions.

Wang Susu tied up her half-undressed clothes and pulled up her silk skirt. She sneered and said, "Why should I tell you?"

"You stay for half the night."

"it is good."

"Well, Sister Wang, since the atmosphere is like this, you and I should stay away from each other when we keep watch."

Wang Susu said faintly, "Okay."

Song Yan's expression froze. He instinctively had a feeling that Wang Susu really wanted to harm him, but fortunately she was not a good actor, at least she showed her abnormality very quickly.

Afterwards, nothing happened in the room. Wang Susu climbed up the stairs and sat under the entrance to the suspended room.

The house is entered from the top, so there are five steps under the door.

To keep watch at night means sitting at the top of the stairs, slightly hunching your body, and leaning your back against the door.

Song Yan moved away and sat in the corner to rest, but from time to time he carefully observed Wang Susu's movements, postures, and details.

The latter seemed to sense his thoughts and sneered: "Nothing special, just hold the door when it shakes. I dare not lie to you about this kind of thing. After all, if the door opens, you will not be the only one to die." "Then what did Sister Wang lie to me about?"

"Humph."

Time passed by minute by minute, and the night seemed very long.

But the outside of the suspended room was not pitch black, but a strange red mist and moonlight were mixed together and swirling slightly. This scene reminded Song Yan of a painting called "Starry Sky" before he traveled through time.

On the cliff, the wind was very strong and the fog was blown into whirlpools, which were thick and thin, occasionally revealing the woods trembling in the strong wind at feet.

Suddenly, without any warning, Song Yan heard a knock on the door.

Wang Susu hurriedly used all her strength to hold the door open, and the knocks only sounded twice before stopping.

"What's outside?" Song Yan asked.

Wang Susu still didn't answer.

After an unknown amount of time, there were several knocks on the door, some with light force, some with heavy force. When it was light, I just had to hold on a little, but when it was heavy, I had to use all my strength to deal with it.

Wang Susu suddenly stood up and said, "It's your turn."

The two men passed each other carefully.

Song Yan sat over there, imitating what Wang Susu had done before.

The night passed.

The red mist dissipated, the moonlight faded, and the gray world welcomed the dawn.

The doors of the suspended houses opened one after another, and many servants walked out.

Song Yan also came out quickly.

"Give me back the knife."

Wang Susu shouted, "I exchanged this for my contribution points. If you want it, you can exchange it after doing odd jobs for a while."

In order to reassure Song Yan, she walked closer and snorted, "I'll give you some information for free. Considering the knowledge I taught you yesterday, it can be considered as a good relationship, so that you won't hate me."

After that, she whispered: "There are many debris in the mountains and forests, and there are also many residual souls. The piles of residual souls form a river, which is the Earthly Evil.

There are many of these evil spirits, especially in the Demon Sect area.

As soon as autumn and winter come, there will be heavy fog. The ground is filled with evil fog, which is fishy and red in color.

These fogs are pervasive. If they touch any debris, even a piece of skin or a bone, it may turn into a ghost.

Ghosts have no intelligence, only instinct.

And their instinct is to survive.

Therefore, they will try their best to move towards places where there are living things and knock on the doors.

If you knock it open, those ghosts will pounce on people. At that time, the ghost bones will poke into the human body, the ghost skin will wrap around the human skin, and the evil spirit will keep drilling into your body.

Of course, usually this will not succeed, and the person being attacked will simply go mad, become demented, and be indistinguishable from being dead.

As for why the stone house is one layer, it is because one layer is easier to seal, so as to prevent the skin in the stone house from contacting the fishy mist, which would cause big trouble. "

“By the way, if someone living in the same room wants to harm another person, they can quietly open the door and push the person out, or kill the person in the room and then dump the body at the bottom of the cliff.

It was dark at night, and everyone kept their doors closed. No one would look, and no one would say anything. The next day, they would just blame it on the ghosts. However, no one would do such a thing in the morning.

But if this happens, no one will live in the same house with that person anymore. After all, no one is a fool, so killing and dumping bodies is extremely rare."

"Then, Song Yan, you can return the knife to me now, and then choose another place to sleep tonight. From now on, you and I will be like strangers."

Song Yan said "thank you", and then asked: "So what did Sister Wang want to do yesterday?"

Wang Susu didn't answer.

Song Yan threw the knife back into the house and said, "From now on, just like a passerby."

Wang Susu nodded, without looking at him again, and quickly went into the leather-making room.

At this moment, Song Yan suddenly saw two black spots in the distance coming straight up from the cliff. When they got a little closer, he saw that they were two black-robed disciples, and they were riding strange puppet two-headed wolves.

The two-headed wolf climbed walls and ran and jumped at an extremely fast speed.

When they reached the top of the cliff, the two disciples did not waste time talking to the servants. They quickly checked the house and then quickly took out seven servants who had gone crazy. There were both male and female servants, including the pretty new female servant who did not follow the men into the house yesterday.

One of the two disciples flicked his long sleeves and moved his fingers lightly, creating a puppet car. He killed the seven crazy servants at will, loaded them onto the car, and left over the mountains and hills.

Song Yan suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

In just two days, the number of people he had witnessed dying suddenly far exceeded the number before he traveled through time.
He hurriedly turned and entered the stone house, found an empty seat in the corner, sat down, and then started today's leather making.

(End of this chapter)