Fear spread through her body again. She realized she might be lost, unable to distinguish east, south, west, or north. She might even be running towards the Jun Prince’s Mansion. This thought made Mo Xiaoji’s breathing heavy.
She stopped running and climbed the largest tree.
In the last light of the sunset, she saw the Jun Prince’s Mansion, now very far away, the southern forest road, and several wooden houses scattered in the forest along the road.
Mo Xiaoji licked her dry lips. Maybe she could stop by and get a drink of water. As long as she didn’t stay for too long, it should be safe.
Climbing down the tree, Mo Xiaoji was suddenly filled with energy.
Hmph!” Mo Xiaoji, immersed in her fantasies, suddenly heard a faint cold laugh that sent a chill down her spine. Without looking back, she immediately started running, racing against the twilight on the horizon and the last remnants of light.
Mo Xiaoji charged recklessly through the forest, using all her strength to run. This time, she didn’t run in the wrong direction, and the scattered wooden houses were getting closer and closer.
A surge of joy filled Mo Xiaoji’s heart.
In front of the easternmost wooden house, an elderly man in simple cloth was feeding chickens in the yard, while an older woman sat on a small stool mending clothes.
The beautiful scene almost made Mo Xiaoji hesitate to disturb it. She licked her dry lips, her throat burning.
The old man finally heard the noise and raised his cloudy eyes: “Ah Yue, is that you?”
Seeing Mo Xiaoji standing in front of the wooden fence, the old man looked surprised: “Young lady, where did you come from? It’s so late, how are you walking alone in the dense forest?”
Strange Young Person
Mo Xiaoji forced out a smile: “Uncle, I’m thirsty and would like some water.”
“Oh! Come in quickly! We may not have much, but water we have plenty of!” Despite the numerous questions in his mind, the farmer’s simple kindness prompted him to put down the chicken feed and invite Mo Xiaoji inside to drink water.
The old woman also put away her needlework and went inside to fetch water.
The wooden house was small, with two rooms. A few wooden boards served as a bed and dining table, with only a few animal skins hanging on the walls.
The simplicity brought tears to Mo Xiaoji’s eyes. She remembered her own home, equally modest and unable to compare with the grandeur of the Jun Wang Mansion, but now it seemed the most precious to her.
“Young lady, where did you come from?” The old woman handed water to Mo Xiaoji’s hands and brought out a few blackened steamed buns, made from who knows what. Perhaps in this era, simply having food was already a blessing.
For the starving and thirsty Mo Xiaoji, the food tasted sweeter than nectar, but she didn’t know how to answer the old woman’s question.
The old man, observing Mo Xiaoji’s appearance, seemed to guess something. Her clothing suggested wealth, and with only the Jun Wang Mansion nearby, she might be a runaway concubine.
Mo Xiaoji had just finished wolfing down the food and was about to leave, though she wanted to stay the night. She feared the Jun Wang Mansion would discover her disappearance and send people to search.
At that moment, the wooden house’s door opened.
Mo Xiaoji’s face immediately turned pale, thinking it was someone from the Jun Wang Mansion.
A young man entered, carrying a bow and arrow and several wild rabbits. His skin was dark, but couldn’t hide his handsome features.
He entered and looked directly at Mo Xiaoji.
Or so Mo Xiaoji felt. In fact, he merely glanced at her, his gaze more focused on the dark, gloomy space behind her.
Bizarre
His facial muscles continuously twitched, as if seeing something terrifyingly strange. Deep fear spread in his eyes.
His breathing was heavy, his face pale and weak.
It seemed before this unknown entity, he had lost all ability to resist.
Mo Xiaoji was stunned by the young man’s terrified gaze. She dared not look back, could barely breathe, standing motionless while feeling cold winds blowing, making her scalp crawl until she lost consciousness.
The old man and woman also looked with terrified eyes, focusing on their son, Mo Xiaoji, and the dark, misty obscurity behind her.
Though the day hadn’t completely darkened and the wooden house was well-lit, an inexplicable darkness now existed, blurry and indistinct, hidden behind Mo Xiaoji and shifting with her form.
Perhaps it had been there all along, but nobody had noticed until the young man’s arrival.
The young man, no longer caring about anything else, quickly approached Mo Xiaoji and forcefully pushed her towards the door, shouting, “Why are you here? Don’t you know how much evil you carry? You’ll destroy our entire village!”
“Hao Lian,” the old man trembled, looking fearfully at his son and Mo Xiaoji.
Mo Xiaoji was too terrified to resist, allowing herself to be pushed out.
Standing in the doorway, the young man looked at the stunned Mo Xiaoji and said through gritted teeth: “Leave quickly and never come back.”
The door mercilessly closed in Mo Xiaoji’s face, and her tears began to overflow.
“You’re still in the mood to cry? Before the sky turns completely black, you must reach the temple in Southern Mountain. Otherwise, no one can save you,” the young man’s voice trembled, perhaps from fear.
But Mo Xiaoji heard his mysterious words. Remembering the cold laugh and the young man’s terrified gaze behind her, she realized he might see something she couldn’t.
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Strange Temple
Looking at the last light on the horizon about to be devoured by darkness, Mo Xiaoji shuddered, gritted her teeth, turned and ran out of the wooden house’s fence yard, sprinting towards the southern direction.
Although she hadn’t seen any temple in the south, and although the young man’s words were strange, nothing was strange to Mo Xiaoji anymore. Now, she would rather believe the young man’s words, because she felt that person was following her again, and the aura was becoming increasingly cold.
She was now like a poor creature who had escaped one fire pit only to step into another trap.
On the horizon, wisps of rosy clouds disappeared into the skyline, with the last small piece slowly vanishing.
Mo Xiaoji hadn’t seen the temple yet, only cold wind blowing past her ears.
Mo Xiaoji, feeling increasingly weak, truly wanted to give up, to let anyone dispose of her life or death, but this thought flashed by quickly. Perhaps due to human survival instinct, her steps never slackened.
As the last rosy clouds disappeared, a pair of icy hands landed on her shoulders, so cold that Mo Xiaoji’s bones ached. Those hands seemed to be toying with her, moving across her shoulders and back, perhaps targeting her slender, fair neck.
Mo Xiaoji continued regardless, not allowing herself to stop, knowing that stopping might mean certain death. As long as she kept moving, there might be a way out.
Slowly, those hands seemed to lose interest in teasing her, gradually moving to her neck with a sinister aura, making her breathing increasingly difficult.
