Acg Male Lead is My Trumpet

Anyway, this kind of system is useless.

Ignoring the angry expression of his own system that needs him to coax, Bai Fan leaned against the wall.

There are no sentries or attendants outside the village chief's house.

"It's time to come."

Bai Fan simply leaned against the wall.

The surroundings were quiet, and the unique cold feeling of this weather was conveyed to Bai Fan through the cold wall.

But Bai Fan didn't hate this feeling.

The world of Assassin's Creed is not just like in the game.

The various assassination missions Bai Fan received can be described as endless.

The task of lying in ambush for a day without moving can be regarded as routine.

"You came."

"Yes, here I am."

Bai Fan turned his head and looked at the person at the door.

The middle-aged village chief was standing at the door, his eyes fixed on Bai Fan.

This final boss-like figure appeared in front of Bai Fan, but it didn't make Bai Fan's mood fluctuate much.

"You really are a talented person."

The middle-aged village head gave a compliment.

"As a person from outside the village, you really moved me to include you in this village."

"Thanks for the love, but I love my hometown..."

"Okay, okay, let's not talk about it for now."

The village head turned sideways unhurriedly.

"Please come in, Mr. Bai, I think you should have a lot of things to know."

"Oh?"

This is like the final big boss asking you to enter his lair to take a look. There is no doubt that agreeing is an act of death.

But Bai Fan's heart moved slightly, and then he laughed heartily.

"my pleasure!"

"In fact, even if you don't want to come in, I will have someone escort you in forcibly."

The village chief said with a smile and waved his hand at the same time.

The villagers in the dark retreated.

"Is it?"

Bai Fan followed behind the village chief indifferently.

The decoration is different from that of the daytime, and there are shimenawa ropes with zigzag-shaped coins hanging from the ceiling.

A gloomy atmosphere seeped out from the corridor.

"Mr. Bai should have inquired a lot of rumors about the village along the way, right?"

"I don't think it's a good thing to spy on a newcomer to your land, Mr. Village Chief."

Bai Fan joked with a smile.

"Hahahaha... Mr. Bai really speaks quickly."

The village head did not deny it either.

"Since I first entered this village, someone has been deliberately watching me, and even specially gave me clues like "The Song of Master Wanhua"."

Bai Fan took a deep breath.

All things are in sight.

So things are still in his hands.

The reason why I have no fear is because of this.

(Continue to write novels, Lianhua is so good to lick, I am on social security!!! Huh... a lot of construction homework recently, MMP, students majoring in construction are angels with broken wings! MMP!)

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"I have been under surveillance since I entered the village. If you want to make me a sacrifice, at least give me an explanation, Mr. Village Chief."

Bai Fan's complexion did not fluctuate, and he was not much flustered by this desperate unfolding.

"Hehe... Actually, Mr. Bai already knew it, right? There's no need to explain it at all. For a smart person like you, the more you reveal, the more you know."

The village chief turned his face and said with experience.

"Is it?"

Bai Fan shrugged irresolutely.

"Actually, Mr. Bai, you should have heard of it."

The village chief unhurriedly opened the Japanese-style paper door and led Bai Fan to the courtyard on the other side.

"In our village, a son of Wanhua is born every twenty years, and every son of Wanhua ignores life... For us humans, he or she is another creature, but for these Wanhua As far as the sons of the world are concerned, we humans are also another species—"

"It is an existence that can be slaughtered."

The village chief spoke slowly while opening the paper door on one side.

An unconcealable rancid smell emanated from it.

Blackened blood was everywhere, and the room seemed to be cut by a sharp knife, and the dilapidated walls exposed the filling.

Rotting mummy, shriveled limbs scattered all over the place.

Even if all of this is processed, people can feel the visual impact.

"These people are the tragedy caused by the son of Wanhua this time."

The village chief sighed deeply.

"Actually, it's not that we don't want to collect corpses for them, because if the villagers killed by the Son of Wanhua put away their corpses, they will definitely be cursed by the Son of Wanhua...the whole body will rot."

"Understandable." Bai Fan said with a smile on his face.

"In fact, there are many places like this." The village head looked sad.

"What you don't know is, son of Wanhua, ordinary villagers can't touch it. As long as you touch it, no matter what tools you use, it will rot and die. And in this case, there is only special training as a sacrifice. Only a woman can touch it."

"But this alone is useless. No one can purify the son of Wanhua with a forbidden mirror. The blood of the curse will pollute this land."

"So, at this time, we need the help of a traveler who has nothing to do with Wanhua Village."

emmmmmmm?

Is this already stated?

Bai Fan squinted at the village chief.

"In fact, even if I don't agree to your request, village chief, you will definitely use strong means to make me agree? For example, those villagers who are hiding in the atrium now?"

"Cough cough cough... I hope you can understand that this is a matter of life and death for Wanhua Village."

The village head was also a little embarrassed.

"Hmm, I can understand."

Bai Fan nodded.

"And what about Mr. Bai's answer?"

The village head stopped.

After showing Bai Fan so much, if he wants to quit now, it is absolutely impossible.

"Just think of it as making friends with the village chief."

Bai Fan smiled.

"I promise."

.......

Forbidden Mirror, this is a tool used in Wanhua Village to suppress the son of Wanhua.

It was Bai Fan holding this small mirror in his hand.

"...Suddenly there is a feeling of Yushenjing? Zero series?"

Bai Fan looked at the forbidden mirror engraved with complicated inscriptions on the edge of his hand.

"Only those who hold the forbidden mirror can suppress the Son of Wanhua. In fact, this kind of prop is on the verge of disappearing... Except for the room that suppresses the Son of Wanhua, basically no one owns this kind of prop anymore. Please be careful use."

But no matter how I look at it, it is an ordinary mirror.

Bai Fan picked up the mirror and adjusted his hairstyle by the way.

"Don't worry, this time I'm here, and the villagers of Wanhua Village will be guarded by me!"

"...hehehe..."

It seemed that what Bai Fan said was too true, so the village chief just laughed dryly and didn't answer.

"Then without further ado, we're going to purify that—"

"He is the son of Wanhua..."

The village chief wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Originally, the painting style was serious and weird, but after Bai Fan said so, it felt like a funny novel.

"Yes, Son of Wanhua!"