A woman was severely injured, and after being stabbed by Miss Mo Xiaoji, her magical powers had long since dissipated, making her no different from an ordinary person. Therefore, Miss Mo Xiaoji’s dagger easily struck the woman, continuing until the woman was almost full of holes before stopping.
Mo Xiaoji could no longer bear to look at the woman’s miserable state and squatted on the ground, continuously vomiting, almost bringing up her bile.
At this moment, Mo Xiaoji was so scared that her soul was about to leave her body. The cave was filled with a bloody smell that made it impossible not to feel terrified.
Actually, Mo Xiaoji was quite lucky.
This woman was not the true practitioner of witchcraft. She was originally the daughter of a farmer in the village.
During the once-in-a-decade Ancient Wood Forest sacrifice, somehow she was chosen. No matter how much she cried and shouted, she was still pushed into the Ancient Wood Forest by her father and the village elders.
However, when she entered the Ancient Wood Forest, nothing terrible happened. But similar to Mo Xiaoji, she was also thrown into this cave by the ancient trees.
But she was luckier than Mo Xiaoji because when she entered the cave, the previous witchcraft practitioner had already died. That old witch, who knew how many years old she was, was so ugly that it made people shudder.
Ancient Wood Forest
She couldn’t get out and survived by drinking water from the spring in the cave. When she was on the brink of starvation, she discovered the old witch’s books about formation and spell-casting. Although there were illustrations and she couldn’t read, she surprisingly discovered some mysteries from the diagrams.
She replaced the old witch and became the new controller of the Ancient Wood Forest.
She hated her parents and her villagers even more.
So, when she was finally able to leave the cave, she did not reunite with her family.
Instead, like the previous old witch, she accepted living people into the Ancient Wood Forest and killed them to cultivate her magical arts.
She was even more brutal than the previous old witch, demanding the village send her a living person each year. Otherwise, she would enter the village and kill people, drinking their blood.
Therefore, her witchcraft was not yet profound, and it was her thin fate that allowed Mo Xiaoji to kill her.
When Mo Xiaoji was almost too weak to vomit, she discovered a tree branch had somehow fallen on the cave ceiling.
Mo Xiaoji’s eyes brightened, and she quickly ran over.
Thinking to herself: “These ancient trees are quite considerate, knowing they should repay me for breaking their curse.”
Mo Xiaoji grabbed the tree branch, and the ancient wood easily wrapped her and brought her out of the cave.
Once outside, Mo Xiaoji was in high spirits.
But soon, Mo Xiaoji realized something was wrong. The ancient tree had no intention of releasing her from its branches and was wrapping her tighter and tighter.
Mo Xiaoji knew she was in trouble – she had just escaped one demon’s grasp only to enter another demon’s lair.
These trees would never let her live. They feared she might learn to control them like the previous woman. Only a dead person would be safe for them.
“You damned trees, let me go! You’re even more cunning than humans. Actually, you were humans to begin with, drinking human blood and eating human flesh. How can you not be human?” Mo Xiaoji couldn’t help but curse.
The ancient woods ignored Mo Xiaoji’s curses, only tightening their branches to kill her.
Killing the Ancient Trees
“Let her go, or I’ll burn you all!”
A young man in simple clothing, holding a torch, stood in front of the totem ancient tree. The torch was pressed close to the tree, and the strange totem under the torch’s light seemed to be afraid, emitting an odd sound.
Mo Xiaoji recognized him as the young man who had driven her out that day.
He was not dead, but then she thought about how everyone else in their village had truly died.
Thinking she might have caused their deaths, Mo Xiaoji felt she couldn’t face him and would rather be strangled by these trees.
The young man had no idea what Mo Xiaoji was thinking. His stern face showed no expression.
Seeing the tree had no intention of releasing Mo Xiaoji, he immediately set fire to the totem on the ancient wood. The flame made the totem screech and emit a strange sound.
The totem seemed to be alive, though no one knew what it was.
The other ancient woods panicked, their branches trembling.
The ancient tree holding Mo Xiaoji was no exception. Its branches loosened, and Mo Xiaoji immediately fell from midair, but before she could feel any pain, the young man caught her.
While holding Mo Xiaoji, he began spreading fire everywhere.
Blood splattered, and a foul, bloody smell filled the air.
The ancient woods fell
The young man didn’t look back, and Miss Mo Xiaoji followed him, constantly shouting, but the young man just ignored her.
Mo Xiaoji bit her lip in grievance, but then thought that it wasn’t strange he was ignoring her – after all, she had killed the people in their village.
Author: Sister Xue’er, thank you so much for your support, and to Fish, and all the lovely sisters, thank you for your support.
Poor Mo Xiaoji
Perhaps noticing Mo Xiaoji following him, the young man turned around, looking at her with a desolate and lonely gaze, but his tone was icy cold: “Hasn’t anyone told you what you should do?”
“What should I do?” Mo Xiaoji stopped, out of breath, blinking, her mind spinning – what should I do?
Mo Xiaoji’s expression began to look awkward.
Wasn’t she just living day by day? As long as no one wanted her head, she was as happy as if she’d found a super amazing handsome man.
But when Mo Xiaoji met the young man’s increasingly questioning eyes, she had to seriously think again – had someone told her what to do? It seemed like only the old monk and young monk had told her to kill the monk in the golden kasaya.
Seeing Mo Xiaoji silent for a long time, the young man glared at her fiercely, turned and walked away, throwing back a sentence: “Don’t follow me. If you don’t want to spend each day being choked, complete what others have told you to do.”
“Hey!” Watching the young man’s retreating back, Mo Xiaoji grimaced, sniffling, wanting to cry loudly – why must she kill someone, must she…
Still in her pessimistic mood, Mo Xiaoji caught sight of the setting sun and immediately stopped crying, her fearful eyes darting around.
Although she had long left that bloody village, here…
Mo Xiaoji ran wildly, gasping for breath. She didn’t want to spend the night here, no way, run… run… run…
The dense forest showed no human figures, barely even a bird.
Mo Xiaoji was racing against the sun again. She was so unlucky, from childhood to adulthood, her greatest concern wasn’t what to eat or play, but the speed of the sun setting – both in modern and ancient times. She truly wished there were two suns in the sky, one setting as the other rises.
If a meteor shower were to pass over her head, she would make this great wish.
Encountering a Ghost
Run… run… run… Splat! Mo Xiaoji fell flat on her face, nearly passing out.
“Damn it, trying to kill me?”
“You’re too young to be my mother, too young to be my stepmother, and I don’t know if you’d want to marry my dead father”
Fallen and seeing black, Mo Xiaoji lay disheveled on the ground, turning her head to look at the middle-aged man who had just spoken.
In her mad dash, she hadn’t noticed there was actually a large courtyard here, filled with fragrant flowers, exquisite pavilions and water features.
At the courtyard entrance sat a middle-aged servant in blue clothes and a slightly askew hat, his face looking somewhat decent, just a bit pale.
