Son of the Chip King

When Narazen went out and walked to the edge of the village, he saw several men chopping trees with axes, and a man in luxurious clothes was commanding loudly. It was the flattering man he saw on the mountain.

"Hurry up, and try to finish cutting them all today! There is no pay for being lazy! The adults will come to inspect in a few days, and no pollen can be left behind, you know!" the flattering man shouted loudly.

The men who felled the tree responded one after another.

The villagers sighed and watched, no one was in the mood to do farm work, they were all looking at the last purple scene of the village.

"The wisteria flowers in this place bloom for a long time, which is a great beauty here." An old man sitting on a stone pier sighed, "It's gone, it's gone."

"Grandpa, I heard that there will be evil spirits when there are no wisteria flowers. Is it true?" A child tugged on the old man's clothes and asked in a low voice. Guard."

The old man was smoking a pipe, but did not speak.

"What a ghost." The flattering man who heard the conversation sneered, "It's just an old story, what time is it?"

An old woman carefully picked up the cut off flower branches, trying to put away the scattered petals, but the flattering man saw them and slapped the petals off. If you pay, no one is allowed to move." The old woman staggered from the beating, and a man next to her helped her up, and gave the flattering man a look.

The villagers did not speak, only heard a sigh.

"My lord, there is also a plant in the courtyard of the house over there, do you want to chop it down?" The man with the ax came to report.

"Well, that's the tree of Nara's family, not the village..." the village chief advised with a cane.

"The Nara family? That woman?" The flattering man sneered, took out a copper coin from his pocket and threw it on the ground, "I paid for it. Go chop it!"

Someone responded and went with the axe.Nara-yoshi watched them break into his house, cut down the wisteria tree in the yard, and watched the woman who took care of his mother close the door. From the beginning to the end, Nara-yoshi didn't say anything, hiding in the room like an ordinary child Behind the lord, silently stared at him with a pair of red eyes.

The cut down trees were stacked on top of each other, and the raging flames reflected half of the sky red.Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a huge bonfire, attracting creatures in the dark to move.

Nara Zen watched the men clean up the trees and was about to leave. After returning to his home, he said to the woman who took care of his mother, "The herbs for reducing fever are not enough. I will go to the mountains to get some."

"It's getting dark, wait until tomorrow." The woman persuaded.

Nara shook his head, "There will be no medicine tomorrow, I will be back soon."

"Wait, at least bring this with you." The woman took out a hand-stitched amulet with a faint fragrance of wisteria flowers.The smell pierced his nose like a needle prick, Nara Yoshiro wrinkled his nose uncomfortably, and finally reached out to take it.

"It happened to be the latest wisteria harvested this morning. This should be... the last one." The woman said with a smile, "Your mother sewed this guard, so I will take everything with you. I really don't know." What is she worried about?"

Nara Yoshino pinched Omori and looked at it carefully. It was indeed handmade by his mother. He also received a lot, but he was reluctant to wear it all the time. He really didn't like the smell.

Seeing the woman's warm smiling face, Nara Yoshitucked Osho into his arms, took out the small medicine hoe for digging herbs from the storeroom, and went out the door.

Those people didn't go far, and Nara Yoshihiro quickly chased after them. He didn't do anything immediately, but followed from a distance until the group of people walked to the nearest town and hired a car.

It's farther away, and it's still farther away. It can't get into Wisteria Village, and it has to pretend to be robbed by bandits.

The night is getting darker, and we are already far away from Wisteria Village, enough is enough, let's do it.

Tonight is the time to do evil, the sky is full of clouds, there is no moon, not a single star to be seen.The night wind was blowing, and the cold air penetrated through the skin and penetrated into the bone marrow.

The people who were attacked didn't know what happened at all, they could only feel something rushing towards them at a very fast speed, like a wild beast, and the smell of blood spread in the next second.

The screams, the cries for help, unfortunately, no one could hear them except themselves here.

Nara Zen didn't kill them, because it would be easy to cause trouble. He just taught them enough lessons. The front is not far from the town. If the treatment is timely, they still have a chance to brandish their weapons. A cripple who can't lift heavy things.

By the way, touch the money in the pocket of the flattering man.He could see clearly that it was the relocation fee originally given to the villagers, and nine tenths of it was paid by the flattering man himself.

He was not wrong, he just took back what the villagers deserved.

When I got back, I quietly divided the money into everyone's luggage, then packed up the package and moved.

No problem, no one will doubt Wisteria Village, they are all honest and responsible villagers.

From the attack to the escape, he concealed himself perfectly throughout the whole process, and in addition to the darkness of the night, no one could see who the attacker was, and even they began to doubt whether the attacker was a person.

It was all planned so perfectly together.In order to more perfectly fulfill his lies, Nara Yoshihito made a few more laps in the mountains at night and dug up a lot of herbs.

Also found a wild ginseng.

Look, he will delay for so long, all because of this ginseng, which is not of high quality, but for Nara Junko who has just been injured, it is just right to nourish the body.

Go back, go back to the small mountain village where you have lived for seven years. Even if there is no wisteria in the wisteria flower village, it will be the same... as before...

The taste of blood.

Still some distance away from the village, Nara Zen smelled a very strong, soaring bloody smell.

That smell was a hundred times stronger than the smell of blood from those people he slashed.

Not just the blood of one or two people, but the blood of many, many...

In the end what happened?

Narazen rushed towards the village desperately, until he came to the end of the village, but what he saw was a village soaked in blood and bright red.

……Hey?

Is this Wisteria Village?The color of Wisteria Village...is it this red?

At this moment, the dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, revealing the moon, but the full moon seemed to be dyed bright red by the blood below.

In the village full of corpses, there were three figures moving around. They were squatting on the ground, eating something, and chatting with each other.

"It's really developed. I didn't expect there to be six thin bloods in such a small village."

"This is the first thing I discovered. I can clearly see the fire that soars into the sky."

"I found out before the tree was cut down, but there are so many wisteria flowers that I can't get close to, hehe, they are all burned."

"Children are not enough, although it is thin blood but children are not enough, give me that woman's leg!"

"Hey... hey..."

Nara Zen stared wide-eyed, his mind went blank, and he staggered into the village, seeing familiar faces everywhere.

There is only the head left in the corner, an old man who smokes every day and occasionally visits his pharmacy. His mother persuaded him to quit smoking more than once, but this little old man will only look away and talk about him.

Under the root of the tree is a woman in the west of the village. She often sits at the door of her house and sews clothes and shoes. My mother is not good at making clothes and shoes, so she often helps out. The pair of cloth shoes I stepped on were made by this woman. Nothing was received.

The hand on the ground in front, with a silver bracelet on her wrist, is the daughter of the village head. She is going to talk about marriage soon, and she gave herself candy when buying medicine yesterday. Always crimson.

And further on...

The vision is so blurry, what is rolling down from his cheek?tears?

The sound of approaching footsteps attracted the attention of the three monsters, and they all turned their heads with unkind faces.

"Hey, who is it? I want a bite..."

"you……"

The three monsters were stunned, staring at Nara Yoshino's face in a daze.Because the appearance of that child really resembles that adult.

Not only the face, but even the smell is almost exactly the same as that person.

Only the height and appearance of a child, is it the new image of Mr. Wu Mi?No, even if Mr. Wu Mi turned into a child, he shouldn't show such a fragile expression.Crying, the child in front of him was actually crying.

"Mom..." Yoshino Nara didn't even look at the three monsters, and ran into the house of Nara's house. The door of the room had been destroyed long ago, and the woman who gave him the guard when she left had a hole in her chest. On the ground, while the mother was lying on the bed, covered in blood.

Narayoshi stretched out his hand tremblingly, his body was still warm, maybe he could save...

"Shan, is that you..." Weak words came out of her mouth, and the woman lying on the bed struggled to open her eyes, but there was darkness in front of her, and she couldn't see anything.

"I'm here, I'm back." Yoshino Nara took out the herbs and wild ginseng from his bag, "I, I'm sorry, Mom, I went to gather herbs... I found the wild ginseng, and I'll give it to you Boil medicine, yes, and stop bleeding..."

"The internal organs... ruptured, it's over... good..." Nara Junko stretched out her hand.Nara-yoshi immediately held tightly, and Dome's tears fell to the ground.

"Sorry, I left you alone, right... I can't be with you... Shan, I won't be here in the future, you must... Be a... kind child..." Nara Junko's voice was intermittent, "Don't ...like your father..."

"Father?"

"Your father...don't see...good...live...even if it's just you..." Nara Junko passed away before finishing her last words.

Narayoshi buried her head in Junko's neck, tears rolled down, and muttered to herself, "I see, mom..."

The three ghosts stood at the door, looking at each other. They didn't dare to come in, and they were reluctant to leave. When they were struggling with what to do, the people in the room raised their heads and turned around slowly. A pair of scarlet eyes stared straight at the three ghosts. only ghost.Malicious thoughts were released without restraint.

What a terrifying coercion that was, the three ghosts fought with each other, and the leader knelt down in panic, shrinking into a ball.

"Yes, I'm sorry... I didn't know you were here, Onimai Tsuji-sama..." Only halfway through the words, a feeling of heart palpitations suddenly hit. The ghost seemed to realize that something was wrong, and panickedly raised its head to stare at Narayoshi.

"No, no, you are not... No, I didn't mean it just now, please forgive me..." The ghost's words were already incoherent.

A huge hand came out of the ghost's body and crushed the ghost who accidentally spit out the name to death on the spot.

"Ah... ah, what's going on here... are you..."

Narayoshi looked at the dark sky, and the dark clouds shrouded the bright moon again.

"Today is a good day for killing." Nara Yoshihisa tilted his head and looked at the other two ghosts, "You think so too, don't you?"

Tonight, the son of the ghost king, in the seventh year of his birth in this world, has embarked on a completely different path from what was planned back then.

The author has something to say about Narazen’s previous plans for the future to make a lot of money, go out and walk around more, and take her mother around the world...

Nara Zen's current future plans to kill ghosts, kill ghosts, kill ghosts, kill fathers, kill ghosts, kill ghosts, kill ghosts...

Facts have proved that it is the same to do or not to do things like future planning, and there will always be deviations anyway.

[Is there a little baby who hopes that Mama will not die?Hmm, what do you guys think this is? )