Here, After Midnight, This Place Is Mine to Govern!

It was not hard to imagine that the entire village was shrouded in such a curse, and how highly the villagers valued outsiders with "fresh blood"... So highly that nearly every man in the village had been mobilized.

Outside the crowd, many of the village women were also watching from afar. Their faces held a faint unease... as well as a trace of anticipation.

Mo Xiaofei glanced at Xizhilang and Zhuzi. Without saying anything, he walked straight out to meet Lord Nagato, the head of the samurai family in Waseda Village.

After looking Mo Xiaofei up and down, Lord Nagato suddenly asked, "Are you really a samurai? Do you have proof of identity?"

"Just consider me a wandering samurai." Mo Xiaofei waved a hand and continued.

Lord Nagato seemed to be thinking about something, but Mo Xiaofei was not unfamiliar with that look—it was like the expression of an addict seeing a pile of hallucinogenic white powder.

Lord Nagato nodded. "Then please come with me."

The better-dressed men surrounding them were probably members of the samurai family. Most of them carried bamboo swords. Including Lord Nagato, only three truly wore samurai swords. One of them looked somewhat like Lord Nagato and seemed to be in his thirties. He was probably Nagato Saburo, who had returned after fleeing the battlefield.

The other was very young, probably no older than the original Mo Xiaofei. He looked about seventeen or eighteen... He was probably Lord Nagato's son or something.

"All right, but I need to pack some things." Mo Xiaofei nodded, then turned and walked into the house.

Lord Nagato waved his hand. At once, his servants and quite a few village men surrounded the place inside and out.

Naturally, none of this escaped Mo Xiaofei's senses... He shook his head, feeling something