I Got My Cheat Skill by Acting My Way into a Horror Protagonist Role Chapter 64

Approaching noon, when the yang energy in the mortal world is at its peak, Xiao Gui'an felt uncomfortable everywhere.

Unable to control his ghostified state, his dark blue-black nails scraped mottled, twisted marks across the wall.

Weakened and repulsed by this environment, other thoughts kept surfacing in his mind.

If absolutely necessary, even if he couldn't consume the Chosen Ones of Fate, settling for the next best thing and absorbing some human life essence would be better than nothing.

But this place was strange.

It seemed even the people carried a foul odor, and the so-called life essence wasn't pure at all. If he really had to absorb it, he'd rather continue suffering.

Xiao Gui'an's mind was unclear, causing a ruckus within his consciousness space, making the System uncomfortable along with him.

[Someone's coming, someone's coming, get back to your post!!] Detecting the disturbance, the System directly kicked Xiao Gui'an out of the consciousness space and scurried deep into hiding itself.

Someone was approaching, footsteps sounding not far outside the door.

Zhang Daotian didn't quite understand why that blue light shadow kept moving closer and farther away. Although it never disappeared, the naive Chosen One of Fate felt more at ease when it was closer.

"BANG—"

The aura of the newcomers was no simple matter. The door was violently thrown open, sending in a gust of hot wind and creating rather annoying noise.

Xiao Gui'an held an umbrella, his expression appearing somewhat tired and lazy. He lifted his eyelids slightly but remained seated on the chair.

The figure clad in bright red wedding attire stood out vividly and somewhat eerily in the plain, gray tea house.

Two people. Walking in front was a hunchbacked old woman with a deep, piercing gaze, looking rather sharp and mean-faced as she scrutinized the quietly seated Ghost Bride from head to toe.

"Hey, you outsider..."

Following behind the old woman was a middle-aged man who looked somewhat fierce. He appeared quite sturdy, with a fierce expression and faint dark circles under his eyes.

When he first entered, he was quite aggressive, looking very much like someone not to be trifled with.

But upon seeing the Ghost Bride's inexplicably cold and chilling aura, the harsh words he intended to speak were abruptly stifled.

His eyes widened slightly, finally understanding what Mrs. Liao meant by 'weirdly sinister'.

The middle-aged man opened his mouth, eventually lowering his tone by several degrees, "Ah... this miss, a-are you... accustomed..."

The large red bamboo umbrella turned slightly toward the middle-aged man, who immediately felt a chill run down his spine, his hairs standing on end. It felt as if the woman with the concealed face was watching him through the red umbrella.

"Accustomed, thank you..." Instead of suddenly transforming into some terrifying fierce ghost and pouncing, the other party merely replied in a barely audible, soft voice.

The middle-aged man instinctively wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. A man over 1.7 meters tall obediently stood behind the short old woman, subtly signaling with his eyes for her to step forward and speak.

The short old woman was clearly in no hurry to speak. Leaning on her cane, she circled around the Ghost Bride once, seemingly trying to detect some clues.

But she was bound to be disappointed. Xiao Gui'an's strategy had always been to respond to changes by remaining unchanged.

The questions were similar to those asked by Mrs. Liao in the morning, but the short old woman's voice was more sharp and hoarse, with a somewhat pressing tone that kept closing in, making her not as easy to fool.

"This old woman has been around the area, but I've never heard of that Zhang Family Village?"

"How come it's just you? Where's the person beside you?"

"Are you planning to walk the rest of the way? How can this child endure that..."

The Ghost Bride responded to everything indifferently. The answers sounded full of holes, yet no one else present raised any objections.

The somewhat strange short old woman didn't press further either. She moved slightly closer, intending to say something more.

Then she faintly caught a whiff of a peculiar scent, which made her take two steps closer, her gaze settling on the well-behaved, quiet male infant in the bamboo basket.

"Your baby, he..." The short old woman's originally turbid eyes gleamed slightly, her gaze firmly glued to the bamboo basket. The unpleasant, pungent fox odor on her grew stronger. "He's raised extremely well..."

Xiao Gui'an's eyes instantly darkened. If schemes were aimed at him, he was usually casual and unwilling to cause trouble, willing to turn a blind eye.

But if anyone dared to covet the Little Heavenly Master—

As the short old woman approached, the large red bamboo umbrella directly shifted downward, blocking her path. The Ghost Bride's ethereal voice sounded from behind the umbrella surface, "The child is shy of strangers. Stop there..."

Waves of yin energy. The temperature in the tea house seemed to drop suddenly, and even the light and shadows appeared somewhat dimmed. In the middle of the day, one felt inexplicably cold.

Clearly, the one causing these changes was the red-clad woman always hidden behind the large red bamboo umbrella. The middle-aged man looked at her with even more fear and terror.

But the short old woman didn't seem affected.

She finally let out two somewhat eerie laughs and retreated to her original distance, "Then you rest well. It's fine if you want to stay longer, but you must tell us when you leave..."

The two retreated. Only after walking far away, beyond the hearing range of ordinary people, did they start talking.

"Grandma Xu, what do you think?"

"She's a woman alone with a child; she must have some tricks. If she were really some sinister entity, could she raise a child that well?..."

"Let this old woman go back and check again. This one delivered to our doorstep, who knows if it'll work..."

"Will this work? I think that woman is really sinister..."

Xiao Gui'an stood silently by the door. Their words reached his ears with perfect clarity. Under the extremely intense noon sunlight, all evil spirits had nowhere to hide.

Behind the short old woman, a reddish-brown fox seemed to flicker in and out of sight, its fox tail dangling lightly, swaying slightly.

And the middle-aged man beside her had his faint human vitality slowly being absorbed bit by bit by the crouching fox.

No wonder he looked strong on the outside but weak within, lacking in vitality and blood. The dark circles under his eyes were probably due to insufficient life essence.

Before he could even investigate, the other party had truly revealed their so-called 'fox tail'.

Xiao Gui'an gently retreated back to his seat.

Did they actually want to keep him here?

Quite daring of them.

It seemed this village indeed had some secrets. However, he didn't have the energy to deal with it right now.

He could just leave directly at night—

Probably the entire area around this village was a den of foxes, and the people of these two villages were treated like blood bags.

When he first entered the village, he had seen many elderly people. Although their bodies showed some depletion, they were still alright.

Probably that group of foxes knew some restraint and likely hadn't caused any human deaths.

Somewhat troublesome. Even if they hadn't taken lives, long-term absorption of human life essence and such still counted as harming nature and reason.

But he was alone now, carrying the Chosen One of Fate who was like a supreme tonic.

If more knowledgeable fox spirits saw through the Little Heavenly Master's uniqueness, and they all swarmed up, he wasn't sure if he could handle it.

He himself didn't matter, but he absolutely couldn't let anything happen to the Chosen One of Fate.

Mainly, he didn't know the background of those foxes. Otherwise, how could he truly turn a blind eye upon encountering such a thing?

Xiao Gui'an sighed leisurely, looking at the well-behaved male infant in the bamboo basket, "Little Heavenly Master, what do you think? Should we meddle in others' business?"

The male infant made a meaningless babbling sound and shook his head, almost like nodding.

"Can't hear but still so clever? Good kid—" Xiao Gui'an laughed out loud for a moment.

At noon, it was Mrs. Liao who brought the meal again. Her eyes were more evasive, slightly red, as if she had been crying secretly.

Another unfamiliar man stood outside the door, a scar of many years on his face, seemingly guarding the door to prevent Xiao Gui'an from escaping.

"Where's the younger sister?" Xiao Gui'an asked, but the other party didn't answer, just hurriedly put down the food and left.

Throughout the afternoon, Xiao Gui'an constantly felt eyes watching the tea house door. If he made any move to leave, he would probably be detected and stopped immediately.

Only when night fell did the other party finally reveal their hidden fangs.

The food brought again clearly had something added to it.

After the person delivering the food left, the door slammed shut with a bang, followed by the sound of a chain being locked.

"You can't run away! Stay put obediently!" the scar-faced middle-aged man outside the door threatened viciously, winding the chain around several more times for security.

Night had now fallen. Inside the tea house, the Ghost Bride quietly held the bamboo basket. Her bright red wedding dress cast a blood-colored silhouette on the floor, still gentle and calm, as if she had anticipated this all along.

She ethereally raised her eyes, her pupils as deep and unfathomable as stagnant water, shimmering with a cold bloody hue.

Finally here—