Unlike the dim light on the first floor, Yan Qianqian was surprised to find that the lights on the second floor were actually on.

Under the reassuring light, Yan Qianqian walked along the walkway on the second floor and stood in front of a wooden door.

It seems that this is the village chief's bedroom.

Because... there is a cute door sign hanging on the door, which says - "This is the village chief's bedroom~"

Lu Zihang seems to play the village chief... Tsk, he has quite a special taste.

Yan Qianqian roughly pushed open the bedroom door and strolled into the room.

As soon as she came up, Yan Qianqian saw the sunlight shining in from the window diagonally opposite the wooden door.

The sun shines through the window, making the mahogany floor pale. The clean mahogany floor can even reflect light...

Immediately afterwards, Yan Qianqian's eyes were attracted by an extremely narcissistic photo - the photo was directly opposite the wooden door.

I saw Lu Zihang, dressed in black and standing extremely straight, printed in the frame. In the painting, he was wearing a hood, and his gloomy dead fish eyes were tightly pursed with thin lips.

It's a pity...he has a big head and a small body.

It's really funny, she can laugh every time she watches it.

"...Hmm." No, you have to hold back and stop laughing at him. He is already pitiful enough.

If Zhang Feng is number one on the pain list, then Lu Zihang must be number two!

No, I can't look at him anymore, it's really funny...

Yan Qianqian forced her eyes away and shifted her attention to the desk next to the window.

By the way...how can he sit down on a chair if he's so big? He can't sit down with his legs folded like a little girl...

Yan Qianqian stopped in front of the desk and looked at the table.

There is a photo of Zhang Feng being tied up on the desk, and there are a few pieces of paper beside the photo.

Yan Qianqian picked up the note and looked at it. There was a horror story written on it.

"..." Does the village chief have so much time to spare? He also writes horror stories.

With doubts, Yan Qianqian glanced at the contents on the paper.

With just one glance, she was attracted!

----Short story----

I don't know...have you ever felt this way?

Sometimes, I always feel like something is following me, but when I turn around suddenly... I find that there is nothing behind me.

At first I thought these were just illusions.

I believe that you must also think that this may be just an illusion, but have you ever thought about it?

We might...be being targeted by something.

In other words, that thing is approaching you, waiting for you to discover it.

This is the story I want to tell today - the people behind you.

When I was young, every summer vacation, I would go back to the countryside with my parents to stay at my grandparents’ house.

In the quiet countryside, there is no hustle and bustle of the city, and no annoying parents and teachers urging you to study quickly. All you have is the comfort of sitting on the roof and watching the evening sunset.

There are mountains and water in the village. Whether it is the wind or the objects, it makes people feel relaxed and happy.

Moreover, not only the scenery in the village is pleasant, but the villagers are also very interesting.

The most interesting thing is an old man who has lost his arms. He comes from outside the village. The place where he originally lived seems to be a very big city.

Although he has no arms, his feet are extremely flexible. Whether it is eating or daily living, he can use his feet to complete everything.

The children in the village affectionately call him the Armless God of War, maybe because he is really amiable and the children in the village like to stay with him.

Fortunately, he is not averse to interacting with children.

But... every parent in the village told their children that they should stay away from him, otherwise they would be killed.

Mr. Gu said that there was once a gangster in the village who beat him up, but within a few days, the gangster died in his own home.

When he died... there was no sound.

As for the state of death, it was even more miserable - he obviously hanged himself... but his body looked as if it had been eaten by wild dogs. There was no good flesh anywhere, and his neck was inexplicably gnawed.

It broke due to external force.

Even the well-known doctor in the village was surprised when he saw the condition of his death.

But the parents' words can't stop the children's curiosity. After all, children don't know anything about life and death. They only know that this lonely old man from other places has seen many things that they have never seen before.

The more adults prevent children from having contact with him, the more they arouse their curiosity under some circumstances.

Of course, I am no exception.

So one day, while my parents were out, I and my friends in the village quietly ran to the armless old man.

We were all very nervous at that time, fearing that our parents would catch us.

But soon, we were fully immersed in the interaction with the grandfather.

Grandpa is very kind. No matter what we say, he always smiles.

He would patiently tell us stories, and we would listen to them with gusto.

There are many stories, but fortunately we also have a lot of time...

He kept telling stories about the wonderful world outside the village. Even a kid from the city like me would be inadvertently attracted by his stories.

Until a little kid spoke up.

"Grandpa...why are you missing your hands?"

Hearing this, the old man who had always had a kind face suddenly darkened his face.

The old man shook his body, and then returned to his normal expression. He deliberately showed a scary smile, and then said to the children surrounding him:

"That's because I encountered a terrifying monster. As long as I touched it, I would be dead, so grandpa cut off his arm!"

The old man's performance was very real, but the brave children did not believe the old man's words and only thought he was deceiving them.

It's like parents often say that if they can't finish their meal, the monster will snatch them away in the middle of the night.

Originally, I shouldn't have believed it either.

but......

I don't know if other people saw his expression, but I saw it clearly.

After hearing the child's question, the old man was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and looked at his side with slightly frightened eyes...

He must be staring at something. At that time, I was so confident.

"Grandpa is lying! Come on, say it, come on, this is the punishment for lying to us!"

The children made a fuss and asked their "Armless God of War" to tell how he lost his arms.

The old man couldn't bear the pestering. He sighed helplessly and glanced at the children in front of him.

"My arm...this started a long time ago. Do you...want to hear it?"

"Yeah, I want to hear it!"

The children's answers in unison also attracted a knowing smile from the old man.

He moved the crutch in his hand, closed his eyes again, and began to speak slowly:

"Ah haha, I was still very young at that time."
Chapter completed!