Chapter 40: Refining Faceless People

  In the darkness, only the cicadas were seen flapping their wings non-stop towards the child's arm and biting frantically. The little kid let out a few miserable cries before taking off in a sprint towards the outside of the cave, with the cicadas hot on his heels, chasing after him relentlessly.

  I was shocked by this scene, and I couldn't believe my eyes. A small grasshopper had suddenly become so ferocious, which was beyond my expectation. As I watched the grasshopper chase after something, I shifted my gaze to another person.

  That person has already rushed into the cave and is now running around inside. The appearance was extremely strange, not like a living person. I stared at that person silently, and it seemed to have also discovered me, and took a step closer.

  At this time, I will release all the remaining cicadas that are tied up by me. Instantly, these cicadas flapped their wings and flew towards that person. Later, the cicadas even opened their mouths and kept biting that person's body. However, that person didn't react at all and continued to pounce on me.

  As he approached, I caught a whiff of something foul and saw a pale face. In that instant, it finally dawned on me - this little brat had summoned an undead creature!

  As the corpse monster pounced on me, I had no choice but to slap my palm towards the human skin drum at my waist. With a loud "thud", the corpse monster let out a shrill cry and shot out of the cave, with those few wasps chasing after it.

  After all, it's an ant, its body is too small, and its combat effectiveness is insufficient. Seeing the ant chasing out, I just silently watched without stopping it.

  The little brat caused such a commotion, the cave was instantly in an uproar. I put down the monkey in my hand and sat down with a thud. The little brat didn't come back, I set up some mechanisms and traps, and continued to sleep.

  The next day, the little brat appeared at the entrance of the cave with a few apples and a package of meat. I walked out and looked at him coldly. After last night, one of the little brat's arms was swollen into a big lump, dark purple.

  I pointed at him and suddenly burst out laughing, then pretended to ask: "What's wrong with you? Why are you so worked up?"

  The little kid looked up at me with a glare, his teeth clenched. He was about an inch shorter than me, but not by much, probably three or four years younger than me. He glared at me fiercely and slammed the thing to the ground: "One day, I'll find a way to deal with you, just you wait."

  I chuckled and walked towards the monkey behind me. I said, "It's okay, however you want to take care of it is fine with me, as long as I can take care of him."

  "The kid gritted his teeth: 'Don't be smug, one of these days I'll make you regret it.'"

  This little brat has surprised me, the first time I saw him, this guy only knew how to cry. But in just a few days, he actually knows how to get angry. Maybe, I'm really not being very humane. If someone takes my favorite thing and constantly threatens me, I'd rather abandon my favorite thing than let the person threatening me taste pain.

  The kid put down his things and left, I looked at his back, and unexpectedly felt a sense of unease in my heart. This little guy will definitely come to the door again, and will bring even more formidable guys, it seems that I need to be extra careful.

  Last night, all the cicadas I had refined flew away, and now I have no means of self-defense. I turned my gaze to that monkey, if I could cast a spell on the monkey, I'm afraid this monkey would be quite fierce.

  But I hesitated, after all, once the refining starts, it cannot be stopped. If the monkey is refined by me and discovered by the child, I will have no control over it.

  Thinking of this, I withdrew my thoughts and continued to catch cicadas outside the cave.

  In the following days, the little kid continued to deliver food for me as usual. However, he started to become a bit strange. He no longer looked at that monkey, and every time after delivering the meal, he would turn around and leave immediately. In the even later days, sometimes the little kid would send the meal to the door, without showing up in person.

  Seeing this little kid becoming strange, I also feel a bit uneasy in my heart, always feeling that something will happen. That night, I really couldn't fall asleep, so I thought of going out for a walk.

  I held the monkey in my arms and left the cave. To be honest, being with this monkey every day, I have developed feelings for it. For example, now, if someone asked me to kill the monkey and shoot its brain, I just couldn't do it.

  After I came out of the cave, I walked all the way out. The stars in the sky were very bright, many, many. I sat on the ground counting the stars and watching the moon. In a flash, another good period of time passed, and I didn't know if Er Gou and Niu Dan remembered me or not.

  Also, has Wu Xian found Tian Cai Di Bao or not? Is he still alive? Five years later, will he really come back?

  There's a tinge of sadness in my heart, and I dare not gaze at the moon anymore. It was then that I was drawn to a bright light. Turning my head, I saw someone crouching far, far away from my cave, with a fire burning in front of him.

  I quickly scrambled to my feet and ran rapidly in that direction. As I drew closer, I saw the person crouching on the ground, who was none other than that little brat. At this moment, he had lit a fire, with a pot placed on top of it, from which steam was constantly rising.

  I was stunned for a moment, and I became interested in what this little brat was up to.

  I continued to walk closer and heard him muttering nonstop.

  "You damned guy, I'll make you regret it. Dad won't help me, but I have my own ways."

  I looked into the pot and saw that it was boiling with a pot of **, I didn't know if it was water or oil. The pot of ** was rolling non-stop at this moment, steaming vigorously.

  When my line of sight passed through the steam rising from the pot, I suddenly saw that there was something floating inside the pot, very blurry and unclear.

  But even if you can't see clearly, you can feel that something in the pot is very evil. This little kid, I don't know what trick he's playing.

  I didn't call out to him, but instead continued watching from the side. At this time, the little kid stood up, pointing at the pot with one hand and muttering to himself. At this moment, I saw that there was something in the pot, slowly rising up from the mist.

  But before it had completely emerged from the fog, the thing suddenly withdrew back into the water.

  The kid cursed and shouted loudly: "Failed again, I don't believe it!"

  It's midnight, the kid is shouting and screaming here, it can be heard within a radius of ten miles. I really admire him, I hid beside him, but he didn't react at all.

  The child crouched down and continued to burn the fire. He looked a bit weak, and when he was messing with a pile of dry firewood next to him, he was panting with exhaustion.

  Also don't know how long the past, the child finally stood up again, he pointed to the pot mouth in muttering words. Suddenly, the pot inside rolled more fiercely, white air gushing out with a "whooshing" sound.

  At this time, another thing rose from the white air, higher and higher. And at this moment, I clearly saw that what was rising from the pot was a person with a pale face.

  The kid clapped his hands excitedly: "It's done, it's finally done. You little brat, wait for me, I'll make you regret it."

  The child said this, and continued to mutter the spell under his breath. Then he took out a leaf from his body. The leaf was not big, and it was too far away to see what kind of leaf it was.

  At the moment when the child took out the leaves, the person who emerged from the pot floated towards the leaves. But who knew that at this time, the fire under the pot suddenly surged up, and the flames instantly engulfed the entire pot.

  And in that pot, the water was actually decreasing at a visible speed. Before the water had completely decreased, the person who emerged from the water suddenly let out a sharp cry and rushed towards the little kid.

  I saw clearly that this person who crawled out of the pot actually had no face. In an instant, I was also stunned.

  What's even more frightening is that little brat, who is now frantically backing away, muttering something to himself, but the faceless person is no longer under his control and continues to charge towards him.

  The little brat stopped muttering and let out a miserable cry: "Save me, save me!"

  I had wanted to lend a hand, but unfortunately I found that the leather drum I always carry with me was not on me today. In that instant, I felt helpless and could only watch silently.

  This little brat is the old man who plays with corpses, but he's not bad by nature and is quite cute. I've already developed a good impression of him in my heart. However, now I'm really helpless.

  In the darkness, the child ran further and further away.

  Just then, the faceless person who had been chasing him suddenly pounced on the child's back and disappeared. I looked at the child and saw that he was lying motionless on the ground.

  I looked for a long time, shook my head and finally walked away. I don't want to intervene in things that can't be helped. Besides, with that old corpse-playing guy around, do I need to intervene?

  I went back into the cave and fell asleep.

  Opening my eyes again, it was already the second day in the morning. I'm a little hungry, looking out of the cave, and there's nothing to eat. Suddenly, I remembered that the kid had set up an ambush last night, originally intending to harm me, but ended up harming himself. It seems he won't be able to bring me food anymore. Does this mean I'll have to starve?

  I walked out of the cave and was about to go find something to eat. As a result, I walked for a while and unexpectedly heard a burst of crying sounds.

  As I followed the sound and looked around, I only saw that the crying voice came from a hidden cave entrance. I walked to the entrance and listened, the person who made the crying voice was exactly that girl.

  "Little brother, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your sister."

  I couldn't help but furrow my brow, had something really happened to this kid? No way, that old man who played with corpses couldn't save the kid? Or, was that guy not even on the mountain?

  Thinking of this, I continued listening. The girl continued crying: "Dad is not here, what's wrong with you?"

  I heard this and suddenly felt a thrill in my heart - the opportunity I had been waiting for had finally arrived.