I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 913 - : Werewolf Village 10

Chapter 913 -913: Werewolf Village 10

A woman’s piercing screams came from a distance.

Even though she couldn’t see, Bai Youwei could imagine a woman being tied to a pillar, enduring the burning fire alive.

The little girl in front of her continued to play with a ball, her face innocent and naive, as if the person about to be burned to death was someone insignificant.

Despite the strange feelings in her heart, Bai Youwei continued to ask her, “Why do you say, we are all Werewolfs? Do we turn into Werewolfs at night too?”

The girl remained silent, looking down and hitting the ball, seemingly not hearing Bai Youwei’s voice.

After asking a few more questions and still receiving no reply,

Shen Mo said, “It seems she won’t provide any more clues, let’s go ask the village chief.”

Bai Youwei pursed her lips, nodded, and left with Shen Mo.

They circumvented the front door and walked in the direction of the square from the side of the house. After a few steps, Bai Youwei couldn’t help stopping and looking back at the little girl.

She was still hitting the ball, thump, thump, thump, the rhythm unchanged, dull and strange, making one’s scalp tingle.

Bai Youwei withdrew her gaze and was about to leave when she suddenly froze upon seeing a flowerpot on the windowsill.

“Look…” she grabbed Shen Mo’s hand, asking with suspicion, “She didn’t burn all the grass, she left a bunch.”

Shen Mo looked over, his eyebrows furrowed, “Are you talking about that blue one?”

“It has bloomed…” Bai Youwei murmured softly while staring at the pot, “Maybe… those plants are related to her mother turning into a Werewolf.”

Shen Mo thought for a moment, then looked toward the little girl playing with the ball in the yard, “It seems she won’t tell us anything more, let’s still go ask the village chief.”

The longer they stayed here, the more uneasy they felt.

…

The screams had stopped at some unknown time, and when Shen Mo and Bai Youwei arrived at the square, the crowd had already dispersed partially, leaving about ten people gathered near the pillar, watching the flames burning fiercely.

The person in the flames had long since lost human form, leaving only a charred and blurred corpse, surrounded by an indescribable smell…

The village chief stood not far away, smoking leisurely.

Not seeing Hans and the others, it was unknown what they might be scheming.

Bai Youwei and Shen Mo approached the village chief to inquire about the little girl:

“She said that everyone who lives in Werewolf Village is a Werewolf, do the villagers need a trigger to turn into Werewolfs?”

The village chief listened, not surprised at all, and responded calmly, “Oh… that’s not wrong to say, since we are descendants of both humans and Werewolfs, inheriting the power of the Werewolf as well as the ferocity in the Werewolf blood. However, we are a friendly and mild group, only becoming agitated on nights of the full moon. The rules of the village require every villager to stay in their houses at night, untouched by moonlight, and naturally, no incidents will occur.”

This was also one of the rules of the game: every night, villagers must not leave their houses.

Bai Youwei asked, “Apart from basking in the moonlight, is there another way that could make the villagers turn into Werewolfs at night?”

The village chief thought for a moment, then responded, “Even a person with a pure heart, who does not forget to pray at night, might inevitably turn into a Werewolf on a night when the Uto grass blooms.”

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“Uto grass…” Shen Mo’s eyebrows furrowed, “Is it the one with small blue flowers?”

The village chief paused, “Have you seen it?”

He then shook his head, “… that’s impossible, the Uto grass near the village was all burned many years ago, it couldn’t possibly reappear. The villagers turning into Werewolfs is because of a curse… because they are cursed.”

Bai Youwei felt he was being evasive, “I don’t know if it’s Uto grass, it looks like ordinary weeds, the leaves are split, and the petals are blue-purple, it was on the windowsill of the woman who was burned to death.”

The village chief still shook his head, “Impossible, you must have seen it wrong, Uto grass has been extinct for many years, there can’t be Uto grass in the village.”