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

Chapter 33 Preaching in Dreams
It's noon time,

"Sir, what are you looking for?"

Zhou Bin was about to cry.

I don’t know what these two gentlemen are looking for.

All the gold, silver and treasures looted from the stronghold were taken out.

The handsome young man looked smiling, as if he had become greedy and rich, but he was moody and unpredictable. Who knew what he was thinking?

This killer in black was even more troublesome. He wasn't interested in anything. He looked around here and there, and no one knew what he was looking for. His brows were getting more and more furrowed, which made Zhou Bin's heart beat fast.

You have to know that your life is in the hands of these two monsters!

If he made someone unhappy, who knows if that smiling and charming young man would jokingly wipe his neck.

Ling Yu had been observing the mountain stronghold since he entered, wanting to see if there were any traces left by military strategists.

But the result is regrettable, these people are just a mob.

She shook her head in disappointment.

Is Dabao really gifted?

She lowered her eyes and asked Zhou Bin, "Let me ask you, what are the surnames of the people in charge? What did their ancestors do? Who was a soldier? Is there anyone from the south? Or, has any master ever come here?"

"Cough cough..."

Ling Yu still feels very oppressive.

Zhou Bin was so anxious that his saliva choked his throat. He quickly said, "Well, the surname of our eldest family member is Wang. His ancestors were farmers and died a year ago."

After a pause, he looked around and whispered, "He was actually plotted against by our second-in-command."

Ling Yu frowned: "I don't want to know this."

Zhou Bin shuddered with fear and quickly said, "Our second-in-command's surname is Liu. The people in our village are all from nearby villages. No one came from the south. Many of us came here to avoid corvée labor. None of us have ever served in the army. No masters have ever come to this poor place."

"No……"

Ling Yu continued to ask: "Tell me everything you know about Dabao. Has he been like that since he was a child?"

"Sir, I'm late..."

Seeing Ling Yu's unfriendly expression, Zhou Bin quickly changed the subject: "But I know everything that happens in the village! I heard that Dabao was not like this when he was a child."

"I heard that eight years ago, when our boss had just become a bandit and had only three or five men under him, he suddenly had a dream one day and seemed to have acquired some immortal skills."

"Thirteen children were secretly abducted from several villages, one of whom was Dabao. I don't know what method our boss used, but in less than a year, he grew tall and strong, with immense strength. However, his flaw was that he was always dull and stupid, and he was the only one who survived."

"Then he grew bigger and bigger, and became even more uncanny. He had a huge appetite, and... and..."

"And what?"

Zhou Bin swallowed and pointed at the scattered corpses in the lobby: "And eat..."

Words speak for themselves.

Since entering the village, Dabao has been his nightmare for a long time.

Now that the nightmare is dead, a new and more terrifying nightmare has come.

Ling Yu pondered: "Did you have a dream?"

Eating people is not surprising, but Ling Yu is surprised by dreaming.

It is obvious that this boss surnamed Wang must have had some good fortune and knows how to train the Giant Elephant Guards.

But something seems to have gone wrong, or perhaps it is just a fragment.

Moreover, this way of preaching is somewhat weird.

Mingchen, who was on the side, picked and chose, took a few valuables, and said, "Tsk tsk tsk, great, our Daqian also has its own Hannibal~"

"Huh? Hannibal?"

Sometimes Mingchen always says some strange things, and Lingyu has no idea what they mean.

"Zhou Bin, where does that big idiot usually eat? Take us to see it."

A white bird flew into the house and landed on Mingchen's shoulder.

Mingchen looked out the window with interest, then asked Zhou Bin, "Ah... uh, this..."

Mingchen's words about starting to eat sounded light and easy, but if you knew what Dabao ate, it would sound a bit scary.

Zhou Bin shuddered violently when he heard this, and looked embarrassed.

"kindness?"

"Okay, okay, I'll take you there, but..."

"Just what?"

"That place is a bit scary and extremely spooky. Every time I go there, I catch a cold and have nightmares. If you want to go, you two should think twice."

Mingchen waved his hand casually: "It's okay, we are all pure materialist fighters, we are not afraid."

My Lord, I am afraid!

"Okay... well..."

……

noon,

"Kaka~"

The dead leaves were crushed, making a crackling sound.

It was clearly a sunny noon day, but the moment I stepped into the woods.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew, bitingly cold, and the wind seemed to bring bursts of strange wailing sounds.

The air was thick and heavy, filled with white mist and a faint smell of blood.

The forest was in a mess, with destroyed trees everywhere. The bark was the color of a dead person's festering skin, with a few pieces of flesh and blood hanging on it.

Several huge footprints can be vaguely seen on the ground.

Ling Yu held the sword in his hand, his brows furrowed. "Brother, be careful. This place is indeed a bit strange."

She is a martial artist, strong and healthy, with all five senses.

The moment she stepped in here, she felt a chill entering her body, her hair stood on end, and an ominous feeling lingered in her heart.

Zhou Bin was right, this place did seem unusual.

She regretted it a little.

Coming here was just an idea, just out of curiosity.

Even without the Giant Elephant Guard, she was confident that she could still fully display what she had learned and dominate the battlefield.

She herself didn't care, but it was wrong to bring Mingchen into danger.

Mingchen hooked the chin of the little bird in his arms, looking like a tourist, completely different from Ling Yu who was acting like he was facing a great enemy: "It's okay."

Zhou Bin, who was walking in front and shivering, said: Um, is there no one who cares about me?
……

The wind was blowing coldly, and the ground was covered with dry bones.
At the end of the dark path, a petite figure seemed to be vaguely visible.

"Little devil, can you see me?"

Some old wooden poles were stuck in the ground, and the torn black cloth swayed gently in the wind, making a few teeth-grinding creaking sounds.

No one can see in the cold and gloomy wind.

The old man, who seemed to be there and not there, sat quietly under the broken flag, looking at the child in front of him with interest.

This is the first time that the wandering ghost has been seen by anyone after being a wandering ghost for a hundred years.

The child was dressed in tattered clothes, had a dirty face, had many pimples, ulcerated skin, was skinny, and had dull eyes.

I can't say it's beautiful, I can only say it's ugly in a unique way.

Which commoner's child must this be?

"..."

The child stood there blankly, his eyes dull, and he said nothing.

(End of this chapter)