The young scholar interrupted the woodcutter's words.

The ups and downs of the chest showed the young scholar's intense emotions at this time.

"Don't talk nonsense in front of your parents!"

...

"I didn't say anything."

The woodcutter looked at the young scholar, "I'll ask you again last."

"Agree or not..."

"The agreement I just said?"

...

"I……"

The young scholar was so entangled that the veins on his forehead were beating faintly.

...

"Are you scared?"

The woodcutter raised his eyebrows.

"Three months..."

"Do you think the black monster won't appear?"

"You can't let me and your sister-in-law see the black monster..."

"Yes or no?"

"You actually know in your heart that the black monster will not appear again."

"It's your imagination."

“Seeing because of your belief.”

"And now, you don't believe it."

“It won’t appear.”

"Yes or no?"

...

"no!"

The young scholar's lips trembled for a long time and finally shouted out.

"no!"

The young scholar even ran out of hoarseness.

...

The woman was a little startled.

But she didn't say anything.

She stood behind the woodcutter.

...

"younger brother."

The woodcutter was not influenced by the loud voice of the young scholar.

certainly.

He was indeed a little startled.

Just a little bit.

His attitude was even a bit tough, "You have two choices now."

"Or why not make a three-month appointment with me."

"Or we'll go to our parents' cemetery now."

"Tell your parents about the black monster."

"Tell your parents that you were affected by the black monster and failed the exam..."

...

"elder brother!"

The young scholar screamed again.

The brother not only wants to tell his parents about the black monster, but also tell his parents about his failure in the exam!?

No.

He disagrees.

The young scholar just wants to tell his parents the good news about his title.

I don't want my parents to know that they were fooled by a strange black monster...

...

"Tell your brother."

The woodcutter was unmoved.

"Which one do you choose?"

"hurry up."

...

"elder brother!"

The young scholar unconsciously stroked the back of his hand with his fingernails.

He squeezed his fingers tightly.

Shortness of breath.

His chest fluctuated violently.

He felt a sense of weightlessness and confusion as he was lifted up and hung in the air.

...

"quick."

The woodcutter urged the young scholar, "Tell me your answer."

"If you can't make a choice, my brother will help you."

"Since you want to see the black monster so much, let's go and meet your parents before you see it."

The woodcutter helps the young scholar make a decision.

"Tell your parents everything."

"In this way, you can do whatever you want in the future about black monsters."

"Brother, don't interfere with you."

...

"Let's go."

The woodcutter reached out and grabbed the young scholar's hand.

If you use your hands, you will pull the young scholar away.

...

"elder brother!"

The young scholar was burned with a red soldering iron.

His movements and expressions were a bit exaggerated and he wanted to break free from the shackles of the woodcutter.

...

The woodcutter did not let go.

Instead, he tightened his fingers a little more and more.

Strong steps.

...

"elder brother!"

The young scholar used his fingers to break open the woodcutter's fingers.
Chapter completed!