Xiao Xuechen followed Yu Xing to get water from the faucet, washed her face, and secretly looked into the woman's eyes.

Last night San stabbed one of the woman's eyes with a dagger. She had to see if there was any wound.

Under her gaze, the woman prepared hot millet porridge and finally turned around.

On the woman's right eye, a scar that was not there yesterday spread vertically for a short distance, giving the originally ordinary appearance a more ferocious look.

Yu Xing also saw it. His eyes widened and he asked with concern: "Auntie, what's wrong with your eyes?"

"I don't know what happened to me when I was sleeping last night. I may have bumped somewhere. It happened early this morning." The woman also looked a little confused. "Come on, let's have some porridge first. I heard that one of your friends had an accident.

You have to go take a look later, right?"

"Yes, I have to go." Yu Xing held the bowl and raised his chin at Xiao Xuechen, signaling to go out.

When they arrived in the yard, the village chief disappeared. It seemed that he had gone outside to participate in gossip.

Yu Xing lowered his head and took a sip of millet porridge. He felt his stomach was warm and his body felt much better.

"This is -" Xiao Xuechen became anxious and raised her voice a little louder. She quickly reacted and lowered her voice, "This is made by ghosts. Do you dare to drink it?"

"It tastes good." Yu Xing took another sip with satisfaction, which made Xiao Xuechen unable to hold back a long sigh.

Really, is the key point whether it tastes good or not? The key point is that it is made by ghosts!

"The villagers behave normally during the day. They don't look like a group of guys who drag hatchets and axes all over the village at night to kill people." Yu Xing raised a new question, "So, Miss, what do you think these guys are?"

Does the thing have any memory of the night?"

"Probably not. Look, this woman didn't even remember that you poked her eye, and she made you such delicious millet porridge." Xiao Xuechen didn't touch millet porridge after all. She couldn't get over the psychological hurdle.

Yu Xing: "Well, that makes sense. If you don't remember..."

Just then, the woman came out of the kitchen.

She looked at the two people who were chatting happily and walked over with a smile: "Did the little girl sleep cold last night?"
Chapter completed!