Just Breathe

"Are the three of you dissatisfied because the dishes are too simple?" Seeing Lu Zhichun and the other two remain still, the village chief's smile grew ever brighter, yet that brightness sent a chill through the heart.

"We already ate on the road. We aren't hungry for now."

Lu Zhichun frowned slightly, glanced around, and said, "It's getting late, and we still have matters to attend to. We won't impose on everyone any longer."

As Lu Zhichun spoke, he glanced at Hua Daohong. The two turned and headed straight for the edge of the village.

Chen Fei said nothing and walked in another direction. Normally, he should have followed Lu Zhichun and Hua Daohong. As fellow outsiders, they could at least look out for one another.

Though this Mi Village looked normal, too many things about it were strange. If they stayed any longer, trouble would likely follow.

Yet whenever Chen Fei looked at Lu Zhichun, he felt a strong resistance. He always felt that if he left together with him, he would run into even greater trouble.

This feeling of sensing something in his heart while being unable to recall the reason made Chen Fei's head ache, yet he had no better option.

The village chief watched the backs of the three men, the smile on his face growing wider and wider. In the end, the corners of his mouth split beneath his ears, revealing crimson gums.

Chen Fei was searching for a way out of the village when a wave of dizziness suddenly struck him. Alarm rose in his heart, and he stopped in place. A moment later, the dizziness gradually faded, but his abdomen began to swell.

Chen Fei looked at his stomach in confusion, only to discover that at some unknown point, he had somehow grasped