Hegalar Village is a remote village in the southern border of the empire. Like hundreds of small villages in the empire, there are less than 20 households. Most of the young and middle-aged people work in nearby towns. They only come back when they are busy. The village has a permanent population. It is mainly composed of old, weak, sick and disabled pregnancy, but poverty and weakness did not affect their ability to obtain information. For example, there have been several versions of strange stories about a family that suddenly moved to a small stream across the village last month. , After many improvements.

The village chief is an old man in his fifties, and the soul of gossip has lasted forever. At the beginning of this month, he went there under the name of checking his account. After he came back, he didn't mention anything. He just reminded from house to house not to go easily. Excuse me over there.

In this way, although there are no real hammers, demons and ghosts, but they are still inseparable.

Adults are okay, gossip goes to gossip, and they still have a sense of safety, but the smaller ones are not necessarily.

William is the most daring child in Hegarar. Of course, he doesn't think he is a child. He will go to the leathersmith's apprenticeship in the city next year.

"I secretly went to the place outside the village yesterday!" While the adults were busy in the field, he couldn't help showing off to his friends with excitement.

"That place!" a girl exclaimed in a low voice, "My mother said that the witch lives there!"

"I heard that the witch has wrinkled faces and a big nose. She will use her fingers to stew soup!"

"My dad said that a gargoyle lives there!"

"It's a grumpy dwarf!"

The children arguing verbally gave William a unique sense of superiority. He listened for a while on purpose before pretending to say: "You are all wrong."

"William, what did you see?" a child couldn't help but asked.

William looked around and found that the eyes of several children were focused on him, and said proudly: "It's not a monster or a witch, it's just a young woman. I saw her hoeing the ground in the field."

"It's just that..." The children were a little disappointed.

"Then why does the village chief come to our house one by one and tell us not to go there?" The little girl who had just exclaimed frowned, "She must be a witch."

"If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look with me." William was a little unhappy: "It's now, do you dare?"

The adults are busy, if they slip away now, no one will notice.

A few children hesitated.

Although the adults urged and threatened them not to go, their fears were almost gone when William came back well.

There is a steady stream of curiosity left.

And the determination to antagonize the adults.

They worked together, leaving the timid girl to watch the wind for them, and the other cats slipped past Tian Kan and walked out of the village.

There is a distance between "that place" and the village. There is a stream and woods separating them. The children waded through the stream and through the branches and leaves, feeling like a warrior about to slay demons and demons.

Finally, they arrived.

The legendary "that place" in the village is actually an idyllic hut, with a separate well, a windmill, and a few acres of land outside. The field is planted with things like wheat seedlings and surrounded by a low fence.

The children stood outside the fence and looked at each other.

They all thought about it—that's it?

It feels like the treasure that the warrior finally found has been stolen.

William curled his lips and spoke unwillingly: "I said, there is nothing special at all."

A boy pushed William with his elbow: "That man in the field, was that what you saw yesterday?"

"Yeah, that's right." William shrugged, wanting to say hello to her? She looks pretty. "

The woman in the field turned her back to them. Her long hair was brown, half wrapped in a square scarf and half over her shoulders. She was wearing a brown dress and a white apron with lace on her waist. She looked neat and tidy.

Most of the women in the village are dressed in similar fashions. William made a comparison in his heart and thought she should be the best-looking.

Better-looking than his sister.

He thought for a while, feeling a little embarrassed, but he didn't want to be seen by his friends, so he raised his hand and waved vigorously, yelling: "Hey! You—"

The moment he shouted, the woman turned her head and looked over.

With his back to them, he turned his head and looked over.

She didn't move at all, she was still hoeing the ground, her neck was twisted softly for most of the circle, and her face was facing their direction.

"Children, are you here to find me?"

She smiled, sounding gentle.

Why not look?

I'm sorry I can't see it.

Although her face was still a human face, the eye sockets that should have been pierced with eyes were empty with only two extraordinarily bright green flames.

Not to mention that she has an exceptionally flexible neck.

Under the gentle gaze of those two ghost fires, no warrior dared to go up and kill demons.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhde who the first scream who screamed the first person who screamed the first person who screamed" the first scream of the first person who screamed the first scream of the first scream of the person of the first screams of the first screams of the people of the heart of the heart of the heart."

Then the screams came one after another, you sang me and, a group of bear kids screamed and ran away on the ground, and William, who was standing closest, ran off one of his favorite shoes.

Keeping this posture to watch these hapless children roll away, she sighed melancholy, quite a bit of hatred for iron and steel: "This class of bear kids, no way."

Fortunately, she didn't do anything specially yesterday, just to wait for them to form a group, the skeletons in her farm haven't been dug out yet, and they all ran away.

"I don't quite understand what you think." A little girl walked out of the rural hut, carrying a bucket of dark liquid that I didn't know what it was.

"You don't want people to come in. You can set up a barrier to warn the people in the village. It will only make them want to know your identity even more." She looks only in her early ten years old, and looks like the kid who ran away just now. Blond and blue eyes are like a doll, but her tone of voice is very sophisticated, and her pointed ears make it easy for people to tell that she is a race-an elf.

"Alice dear." She shook her head and sighed, the ghost fire in her eyes dimmed: "How much fun will I lose if I set up a barrier."

"Your pleasure is to prank a few bear kids?" Even though he already knew that some strange thing was out of touch, Eriweier still found it incredible.

"Yeah." She nodded earnestly: "Just skin it, you'll be very happy."

Elevier was silenced by her: "I remember, you were pretty normal before. Isn't it really because of those curses?"

"Ah, it has nothing to do with the curse, maybe it's because I'm dead." She turned her head back to the original position, the soul fire in her eyes went out and turned into a pair of clear brown eyes.

Even if the lich's shape is used to scare people, she still prefers the way she was before her death.

"I can't control what it looks like after death. I think it's pretty good now. It's environmentally friendly, energy-saving, healthy and lively. Maybe a few hundred years later, it will turn into a pile of naturally fermented organic fertilizer. "

"...Forget it, but I can't tell you." Erie Weier rolled her eyes.

At least one thing she didn’t say nonsense, it’s really beyond her control to behave after death. Souls that should have entered reincarnation are imprisoned in the world of the living. The shorter the life span, the faster it will degenerate after death. Not the body, but the imprisoned soul.

As if guessing what Elevier was thinking, she said casually: "So what if I let my soul fly?"

No, you are not letting go of your soul, but your very little morals.

Eri Weier silently complained, and by the way, I remembered that the word complaint was also taught by her.

The words were divided into two parts, and the bear kids group led by William and broken up over there finally returned to the village.

Originally, I wanted to hide it from the adults, but the appearance of that shocked escape was born, and I knew what was going on at a glance.

Then he confessed honestly.

The villagers were frightened and flocked to the village chief's house to beg him for an idea.

The head of the village waved his hand and said that he knew it would be nice not to go there again in the future.

You said to report to the town administrator?

Naive, so naive.

They were originally the three-regardless area on the border between the Empire and the Federation. How could it be possible to send someone to verify because of a few civilians? Not to mention that they are very likely to be killed by the other side of the stream before they come.

Therefore, there is nothing wrong with each other, gratifying and congratulating, and the villagers went back with their chests.

As for gossip?

That is still possible.

Life is endless, gossip is endless.

Since then, the strange story of Hegarar Village has been officially finalized.

——If nothing happens, within a hundred years, the story of the horrible witch will become the childhood shadow of all children in Hegalar Village.