As an official, what's wrong with raising a few monsters?

Chapter 1: The Man Who Plays with Will-O'-the-Wisp
night,
"Woooooo~"

"Good man, good man, spare my life..."

"Master, please, please, let me go."

“Ah…help me…help me…”

……

In the dilapidated mountain village, a bonfire was burning, making crackling sounds.

The plaintive cries of women and children, the painful groans, the humble pleas... came out intermittently, breaking the silence of the night.

There is no moon or stars tonight, and the sky is exceptionally dark.

The already impoverished village had experienced a catastrophe. There were no lights, only the rustling of the wind, and only the vague shadows of broken limbs and flowing blood could be seen.

Only in the place where the firelight shines behind the village, where the sorrowful and gentle sounds are there some people.

The bright firelight illuminated several not-so-friendly faces.

"Brother, this village is too poor."

"This is not enough!"

Four burly men sat around the campfire. They were wearing red coarse clothes, with blood-stained knives at their hands, eating dry food and chatting casually.

“Some of them are good!”

"The richer ones have more male offspring, so it's hard to deal with!"

"Although this village is a bit poor, it still has some good-looking people!"

One of them supported himself on the ground with one hand and turned his head to look at the direction where the crying voice was coming from.

Several peasant women and children were tied there, the ropes tied in a mess. Some of the women were tied up in such a way that their beautiful figures were outlined. They were sobbing softly, and I felt pity for them.

He licked his lips, his eyes full of aggression as if he was looking at something delicious.

Several women couldn't help but shiver when they were looked at by him, and became even more afraid.

"Hey~"

He whistled and said with a wicked smile, "Don't be afraid, sisters-in-law! We are from the Blood-Cloaked Army. The old emperor is incompetent, extravagant, and murders loyal officials. We are here to plead for the people and save them from danger."

"The rebel army has now conquered three states, with countless people responding. There is still war in the north. Qian Yuan's fate has come!"

"A new dynasty always requires sacrifice and bloodshed. Why don't you all attach yourself to us and wait for the change of dynasty to come, then enjoy the glory and wealth. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

Isn’t the Blood-Cloaked Army a righteous army?
Isn't it under the banner of accepting the mandate of heaven and saving the people?
Why are they now destroying their villages, stealing their food, and killing their relatives?
These bound people are the weakest ones, and it seems that it has no effect on them whether the sky changes or not.

But even so, one or two people's eyes lit up when they heard this slim hope.

"Second brother, tell them to stop arguing!"

"I'm upset!"

"Whoever makes another noise will be killed!"

At this time, the tallest man among the four spoke.

The second brother can't control his second brother anymore.

He had a sullen face and some bruises under his eyes as he spoke to the frivolous brother.

After he finished speaking, before the second brother could carry out his orders, the women and children who were tied up stopped talking.

But there were still some sobbing sounds that were inevitable.

Another person asked with some concern: "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

He rubbed his brow and said, "Nothing, I just haven't been sleeping well lately and I keep having nightmares."

Is it because of too many murders?

Have you done too many bad things?

He does not believe in demons and ghosts, nor does he believe in the theory of cause and effect.

But recently he really felt that he was possessed by an evil spirit.

Whenever I dream, I always dream of eerie and terrifying scenes, seas of blood and forests of bones, skulls piled up like mountains, and wild ghosts howling.

"Nightmare?"

"Correct."

"I've been dreaming recently that there's a cold wind blowing through the hall, and a monster in green clothes is blowing in my ears, telling me to die and stay with him."

"Also, I dreamed that I was eating. At first, I was eating well, but suddenly... the food turned into the head of someone I had killed. He looked at me with his eyes open, and blood was flowing from all seven orifices."

"besides……"

"Every time I woke up, I was sweating all over. One time, I even put my hands around my neck."

The boss seems to be under a lot of mental pressure.

He was a bit talkative, telling his three brothers about the strange things that had happened to him.

Tonight was particularly dark. His voice was low, and his tone, mixed with his long-accumulated fear, seemed particularly touching.

The village was littered with dead bodies, the breeze carried a bloody smell, and bursts of women's sobbing could be heard from time to time.

This environment doesn't seem very good.

Don't tell ghost stories late at night.

Gradually, the brothers stopped talking.

The sturdy men who killed people without blinking an eye widened their eyes for no reason, broke out in cold sweat, and felt terrified as they listened to the boss telling ghost stories.

"thump!"

"thump!"

It's as if I can hear the sound of my own heartbeat.

The second oldest brother calmed down. He touched his neck and said tremblingly, "Big...Big Brother, how about you...you should stop talking."

The other two people didn't say anything, but they unconsciously leaned towards the campfire, their eyes seemed a little empty.

In such an environment, fear can be transmitted.

I don’t know if it’s their illusion.

I felt like the place had gotten quieter after the boss stopped talking. The sobbing women were no longer making any sound either.

Apart from their little campfire, the night was frighteningly dark.

"Huh~"

It’s not yet the cold season, but the night wind tonight is inexplicably biting, as if blowing into the soul.

"Don't...talk too much, I want to hear it!"

At this moment, a low whisper suddenly came into the ears of the four people.

"Old Four, don't scare everyone!"

The fourth brother shuddered violently and stammered, "Ah? I, I, I... I didn't say anything!"

At that moment, the four people's eyes suddenly shrank, and they stood up with a "thump".

"Who!" x4
The four men held knives in their hands, their spirits were extremely tense, and they looked around.

The knife in their hands, the burning bonfire, and the companions around them seemed to give them a sense of security.

Of course, just a little.

Their shouts echoed throughout the countryside.

They didn't know if it was an hallucination and the voice didn't respond to them.

Time passed slowly, and the campfire crackled with burning wood.

The night is still quiet.

Several people stood there tense and their muscles ached.

They dared not move, speak, or run away.

The most tiring thing is the fear of waiting.

I don’t know how long it took, but some people wanted to relax.

And at this moment,
"Hoohoo!"

Suddenly, the wind picked up.

The cold wind blew, and the broken wood was blown away into the distance.

The fragile campfire flickered, getting smaller and smaller, and the last light disappeared bit by bit.

"who!"

"Who is playing tricks!!!"

The boss, who was about to relax, was forced to relax again. He gripped the knife tightly, his eyes bloodshot, and roared furiously.

There is often only a fine line between excitement and collapse.

"Wow~"

The next moment, the cry of an unknown animal suddenly rang out in the cold night.

"Ghost... ghost..."

Suddenly, someone screamed.

But not far away, a strange green flame suddenly lit up in the darkness.

The flames of the bandits were extinguished, but the flames of the wild ghosts were burning.

One, two, three...

As the cold wind blew, more and more flames appeared in the air not far away.

Where is that direction?

It seems to be the village cemetery?

In the faint green light, there seemed to be a human figure appearing and disappearing.

I couldn't see the face or the clothes clearly, but I could see the flash of sharp white teeth, which was particularly terrifying.

Little by little, the drifting flames and vague figures were approaching them.

"Whoo~"

Inexplicably, they seemed to feel as if someone was blowing into their ears.

"Tap~"

The dead leaves were crushed and the footsteps became louder and louder.

"what!!!!!"

So what if there are gangsters who kill without blinking an eye?

There will always be fear, there will always be terror.

"Dangdang!"

The knife fell to the ground and the boss's eyes widened.

The tense spirit of many days finally collapsed at this moment. He cried like a child and shouted like a powerless woman.

He turned around and tried to run, but his legs went weak and he fell to the ground, but he still crawled in the opposite direction.

He felt something was chasing him.

But before he could run a few steps,

"Puch!"

The sound of the knife tip entering the flesh was heard.

"Woooooo~"

Severe pain hit the terrified boss, his eyes wide open, tears streaming down his face, sobbing, "Don't... don't kill me..."

Looking at her appearance, she seemed even more fragile than those crying women.

Life gradually dissipated with the gushing blood. In the hazy state, he seemed to see a young and handsome face looking down at him condescendingly, holding a dagger in his hand and with a vicious smile.

"Tsk tsk tsk~ Looks like there's a little unexpected gain!"

(End of this chapter)