Deep into the night.
It was a long night that seemed like it would never end.
The cliff where Meng Fuyao had fallen was still silent. Occasionally, there would be rocks rolling down from the edge of the cliff, only echoing after a long time.
It was obvious that the cliff was very deep.
The weeds by the cliff suddenly moved.
Then, a black figure slowly rose from the thick darkness at the bottom of the cliff.
The figure completely ignored gravity, as if being magically pulled by an invisible object. It slowly drew a semicircle in mid-air and steadily stopped at the edge of the cliff.
The slender figure raised her head, and the moonlight shone on her cold eyes.
Meng Fuyao.
Her lips curled into a smile. With a flick of her wrist, a black light that was hard to be seen by the naked eye swept through the air and retracted into her sleeve.
"Trying to harm me? It's not that easy. "
Meng Fuyao gently caressed the black whip around her wrist. It was the soft whip she used as a belt. Pei Yuan's expression was not right. She had already locked the whip in her palm. The strange action of tugging at her sleeve was something she had already taken note of. While the red cape covered Pei Yuan's trick, it also covered her movement of wrapping the soft whip around the rock beside the cave.
Pei Yuan had activated the remaining Cleaving Nine Heavens technique in advance to protect the acupoint on the side of Pei Yuan's hand. Pei Yuan's acupoint under the cloak was slightly off, and she didn't use enough strength. Almost at the moment when she landed, she used the momentum to immediately undo the acupoint.
When she was pushed down, the whip pulled on her body. She did not move, and only climbed up the cliff when the two people were far away.
Standing on the cliff and looking at the darkness ahead, Meng Fuyao seemed to see the majestic villa that had once sheltered her, and the youth who had once given her such precious warmth at the end of the darkness.
The wind blew, and the pale-faced girl stood straight and expressionless. The smile that would appear involuntarily whenever she thought of that youth was now completely gone.
Those days when she was tempted by love were merely an adventure in her life. She had seen the warm beauty in the lush forest and thought that it was the Garden of Eden that she had found with great difficulty. However, she was quickly banished from the country.
But it didn't matter. In this world, there were endless losses and endless debts.
She flicked her whip, which was wrapped in golden threads. It produced a clanging sound that reverberated throughout the valley, like a bugle horn being blown.
She smiled and took out a few stalks of dark green grass from her bosom. The tips of the grass were white, as if they had accumulated morning frost.
Meng Fuyao examined the herb with satisfaction. She felt that she was lucky to have found the 'Finger Frost' growing on the cliff wall while falling. This herb was very effective in treating internal and external injuries, as well as strengthening one's corporeity. It was truly a blessing in disguise.
He carefully plucked a blade of grass and was about to put it in his mouth.
He suddenly paused.
Then, his eyes slowly widened.
That's not right …
He had counted the grass just now, and there were clearly six of them. Why were there only five now?
The grass had always been in his hands, and there was no one around. How could it have gone missing?
Teleportation? Space disorder? Ghost?
The last guess made Fuyao's body explode. Scenes from horror movies she had watched in her past life immediately flooded her mind. Those extremely horrifying light and shadow effects immediately turned over and over in her mind, causing the wailing of ghosts and the howling of wolves.
Many years had passed since Meng Fuyao's transmigration, and her unusual encounters had tempered her extraordinary willpower. However, at this moment, on an empty cliff, the vegetation was silent, the mountain wind howled, and the trees swayed in the wind like ghostly shadows. It was already somewhat eerie, and now that the herb in her hand had mysteriously disappeared, Meng Fuyao felt a chill run down her spine. She almost blurted out, "Ghost!"
She suddenly remembered that the old man had once said that there were no ghosts in the world, but when there were too many people guessing, there would be ghosts.
With this thought, Meng Fuyao's courage grew. She lashed out with her long whip, and with a loud crack, she shouted, "Who's there?!"
No one answered. Only the sound of the wind could be heard.
Meng Fuyao waited for a long time, but there was no movement. She could only retract her long whip resentfully. Just as she was about to put the grass away, her eyes fell on it, and her whole body trembled.
Another stalk of grass was gone!
She stared blankly at the remaining four stalks of grass in her palm. She could not stop herself from thinking in the direction of ghosts. But why did this ghost keep stealing her herbs?
Gritting her teeth, Meng Fuyao suddenly stuffed the remaining four stalks of grass into her mouth. "That's for stealing! That's for stealing! "
A faint chuckle could be heard in the drifting mountain wind.
Upon hearing the chuckle, Meng Fuyao was no longer afraid. Whether it was a human or a ghost, it seemed to have no ill intentions. Relieved, Meng Fuyao sat down on the ground, closed her eyes, and began to regulate her breathing.
She waved her hand casually. "Well, it seems like you're very free. If you really have nothing to do, please protect me."
Another chuckle. It was deep and pleasant, with a hint of coolness and elegance. The collision of the syllables had a unique charm that reminded one of the snow-capped mountains of the northernmost Di Continent, and the sound of the wind blowing through the jade trees.
The surroundings were silent, and the early autumn fragrance of plants was fragrant in the night sky. Among the fragrance, there was a faint, unique fragrance that was different from the fragrance of flowers and plants. It was purer and more noble.
Meng Fuyao acted as if she did not hear or smell it. She closed her eyes and began to regulate her breathing.
The third chuckle sounded, this time right beside her ear. At the same time, a loud bang was heard, and the ground in front of Meng Fuyao burst into flames. The leaping orange flames reflected a warm red in front of Meng Fuyao, who had secretly opened her eyes.
On the other side of the fire, on a lone pine tree, a man in loose clothes reclined. His light-colored clothes hung down and were embroidered with silver lines. In the dark, the patterns could not be seen clearly. As his body moved up and down, it constantly flickered with a glimmer of light.
He lay at the end of the thin and brittle treetop. Although it was obvious that he was tall, he gave off the feeling that he was as light as a cloud. Although his posture was casual, it made people involuntarily look up at him, as if they were looking at a towering jade mountain.
The tree branches swayed leisurely as he tossed them. Every branch he tossed accurately into the fire, landing under the branches that had been tossed in earlier. As the number of branches increased, it gradually formed an arched pile of firewood, causing the fire to burn even more vigorously.
As he moved his palm, a mark could be vaguely seen on his right palm. Its color was slightly darker than his skin, but due to the distance, its shape could not be seen.
Meng Fuyao's gaze swept back and forth, finally landing on the perfect structure of the fire. With both hands on the ground, she stealthily shifted a step.
She could guess with her fingers that this fellow was the 'ghost' just now. Not to mention his other aspects, his Qinggong was top-notch, and his throwing of a branch was so awesome. If he had any evil intentions, her short legs would not be enough to escape.
Before she could shift her butt away, the person opposite her spoke.
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