I Have Yet to Become a Doll Today-Chapter 915 - : Werewolf Village 12

Chapter 915 -915: Werewolf Village 12

Bai Youwei and Shen Mo returned to the little girl’s house, which was still empty.

The bloodstains on the floor had long since dried, the vegetable leaves in the yard hung wilted and droopy, and the kitchen was piled with unwashed dishes, signaling that someone had lived in the house.

Finding no clues, the two could only continue their search in the village.

They encountered a few villagers and inquired about the Uto grass, only to receive responses nearly identical to the village chief’s—all insisted that there couldn’t possibly be any Uto grass in the village.

“It was burned away many years ago and couldn’t possibly reappear.”

“You must have been mistaken, there are many wildflowers around the village, some are blue as well.”

“Yes, what you saw were wildflowers, certainly not Uto grass. If anyone saw Uto grass, how could they leave it be? They would definitely burn it.”

Bai Youwei couldn’t hold back anymore and questioned the villagers, “Since it was burned away many years ago, have you ever seen Uto grass? Do you know what it looks like?”

The villagers were stumped by the question, unable to reply for quite some time, before stubbornly insisting, “Regardless, what you saw was definitely not Uto grass!”

Bai Youwei was speechless.

Afterward, she and Shen Mo found themselves unwittingly by the fountain.

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By then the fountain had been cleaned up, the water was clear, and the cobblestoned ground was washed clean as well.

Bai Youwei, exhausted, sat down by the fountain to rest. She felt as if her legs had been overworked ever since she entered the game.

“Look over there.” Shen Mo pointed to the statue in the middle of the fountain, “There’s an inscription below it.”

Bai Youwei frowned slightly and saw a line of small words inscribed below the statue:

“Even a person with a pure heart, one who does not forget to pray at night, may inevitably transform into a werewolf on the full moon night when the Uto grass is in bloom.”

Those were words the village chief had once said, and they were also inscribed on the statue.

Bai Youwei looked at the statues of a man and a woman and pursed her lips, “Who knows what that female werewolf was thinking, to fall in love with a human?”

She had spoken casually, not expecting to be overheard by a nearby villager sweeping the ground, who chimed in with an answer, “Of course she was attracted by the human warrior’s kindness and bravery.”

Bai Youwei turned to look, seeing an unremarkable old man.

“Are there no brave wolves in the Human Wolf Clan? She had to fall for a human?” she remarked sarcastically.

“Humans are not only brave but also wise,” the old villager gazed at the statue, his expression wistful, “The union between humans and werewolves gradually brought peace to both races. Werewolves taught humans hunting skills, and humans taught werewolves farming and weaving. The fragrance of those wheat fields and the sweetness of the fruits and vegetables, those are the fruits of human wisdom…”

Bai Youwei said, “Aren’t werewolves carnivorous? Why would they need to learn farming?”

The villager: “…”

Left speechless and pausing for a long while, he finally forced out, “Anyway, the friendship between the human race and the werewolf tribe is beautiful, it’s great!”

After the old villager finished speaking, he picked up his broom and walked away with a displeased expression.

Bai Youwei watched his retreating figure, feeling utterly bored. While sitting by the fountain, she massaged her legs and sighed, “Who knows what Hans is up to—there’s been no word from him at all.”

Shen Mo looked up at the sky, noting the sun was about to set.

“Having lost a teammate, he’s probably thinking about how to recover the situation,” he said indifferently.

Bai Youwei also noticed the increasingly darkening sky.

She and Shen Mo had wasted much time today.

In reality, they had tried their best to find something, yet because they came up empty-handed, it felt like a whole day had been squandered.

“Let’s go,” she stood up, “let’s head back and see if the number of our nails has decreased, if the door has been smeared with blood, or if there are any wildflowers or weeds on the windowsill…”