Ivan frowned deeply when he heard the voice; it was like that of a four-year-old little girl who had just become fluent in speech, very eager to say as many words as possible.
His eyes narrowed as he fixed his gaze on the cloud of dust, waiting for it to settle; two bright red glowing eyes gazed back at him from within the cloud of dust.
"Misters, do you not like my Village?"
"Are you bad people? We promise to be good, so please don't hurt us"
" You can't leave without eating, Mother will be offended. She said to feed all visitors"
"Misters please be kind and not hurt us?"
The cute voice kept shouting as the cloud of dust gradually settled, revealing the horror that was making such a noise.
The eyes of the group shrank, and every single one of them took a step back; even Ivan wasn't able to maintain steeze this time.
The so-called village head was an embodiment of abominations!