The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 225p2

Chapter 225: What’s This About Marrying First and Loving Later? 10(2)

Liang Chun wanted to say that wasn’t what she meant, but seeing Yan Wenruo’s flustered look, she simply said, “It’s fine, I’m not blaming you.”

The body, left overnight, had become stiff and even more disfigured. Together with Yan Wenruo, she lifted the body onto the pile of firewood and straw. Liang Chun had already prepared a lighter.

But before lighting the fire, she checked her brother’s body one last time. Unfortunately, before entering the game, she was just an ordinary office worker, with a hobby of fitness, but not enough to tell what had caused these wounds.

Judging by the wounds alone, they did look like bite marks, tearing through muscle and bone, only a layer of skin remaining.

The wounds were truly horrifying, and Yan Wenruo couldn’t bear to look, partly out of fear.

After all, this was a living person, someone they had talked to and eaten with just two days ago.

The deaths of the other tourists had taught Yan Wenruo a harsh lesson.

But Liang Chun didn’t believe these were bite marks left by Wandering Ghosts. First, Wandering Ghosts were never full, they wouldn’t just bite the throat and leave the body, and even go through the trouble of hiding it.

Second, although her brother had indeed died during the day, Xiao Zhen couldn’t have killed him.

Because Xiao Zhen was even smaller than Yan Wenruo, she wouldn’t have been able to drag Zhang Lei, a veteran player, upstairs and kill him. The person chosen as the Mountain God’s bride couldn’t be a Wandering Ghost.

Before they set out, Zhang Lei had told Liang Chun that in order to get out safely, he might take some measures against that stubborn Taoist priest.

In fact, Chu Que wasn’t wrong. Zhang Lei had indeed intended to kill him.

To put it bluntly, she wasn’t a good person either. As tourists, they were naturally opposed to the NPCs in the game world.

She knew that if her brother didn’t act, they might be caught in the crossfire. The Mountain God couldn’t be defied, and as players, they couldn’t resist the final boss like high-level players could.

“Click, click.” The lighter flickered, and Liang Chun lit the straw beneath the body.

The flames engulfed the figure, her eyes, reflecting the firelight, becoming even more determined.

The smell of burning flesh was carried away by the wind.

A villager who had just woken up patted the dust off his body, casually knocking the mud off his shoes, and sniffed the air: “Smells good, who’s making breakfast?”

His family member shook their head: “We’re out of food, who could be making breakfast? Maybe another family is making meat noodles.”

“Speaking of which, Liu Zi’s family is really lucky, the one who died was a fat guy, enough meat for many days…”

“Who’s saying otherwise.”

After scattering the ashes into the river, Liang Chun prepared to head back.

This area was relatively secluded, with few visitors. Yan Wenruo looked around as they walked, a hesitant expression on her face.

Liang Chun had become much more tolerant, surprisingly taking the initiative: “Just ask whatever you want to ask.”

Yan Wenruo immediately asked: “I heard that remote areas usually still practice burial, but why haven’t we seen… the ancestral graves of Lingxiu Village?”

Liang Chun looked at Yan Wenruo with new eyes, a hint of appreciation in her gaze: “You’re the first person to ask me this question. But I’m not afraid to tell you, Lingxiu Village hasn’t had ancestral graves for a long time.”

Yan Wenruo: “Then do they practice water burial? Or cliff burial?”

“Neither.” Liang Chun pointed at the village at the foot of the mountain. The morning mist was hazy, and figures could be vaguely seen moving around their houses.

Yan Wenruo also looked over, but couldn’t make out anything after a while.

Liang Chun offered the answer: “Haven’t you noticed? There are no animals in Lingxiu Village, from large birds and beasts to small mosquitoes, insects, and rodents, none at all.”

“But there’s meat during rituals, and meat when families cook, and it’s not fish, guess what they eat?”

Yan Wenruo had an answer in her heart, suddenly understanding why Liang Chun had come out early in the morning to burn her brother’s body: “Tourists?”

The two continued walking towards the village.

With the bride chosen again, the tourists would be summoned in the next two days to help prepare the necessary items for the ritual. They couldn’t let their guard down, as there would still be deaths.

Along the way, Liang Chun gave Yan Wenruo a few pointers. In her mind, although Yan Wenruo was young and timid, she was observant and didn’t hold them back, already better than many others.

As they were talking, they suddenly saw a flash of blue ahead, a figure with a long sword on their back, Chu Que.

What was he doing so early in the morning?

These past few days, Chu Que had been staying at the village chief’s house. Because he had some skills, he had avoided quite a few life-threatening situations, and was actually doing quite well.

Being able to thrive in this environment was one of the reasons why other tourists gravitated towards him. In this place, everyone admired strength.

Although Liang Chun was experienced, she was cold and aloof, making it feel like they were begging her when they talked to her. This made the tourists who weren’t used to the game unwilling to approach her.

Seeing Chu Que alone, Liang Chun’s heart stirred, and she followed him.

She saw Chu Que follow another person into the ancestral hall, the heavy doors opening, the sound clearly reaching their ears.

“Why are they going to the ancestral hall?” Yan Wenruo asked, puzzled.

Liang Chun gripped her butterfly knife: “Who cares, let’s go take a look.”

Inside the main hall, Tao Ning stood before the offering table, looking up at the tall statue. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around.

Tao Ning met a smiling face. In terms of appearance, he was indeed handsome and refined, looking every bit like a compassionate Taoist priest.

“Ill-mannered person, what are you doing here?” Tao Ning asked abruptly.

Chu Que’s smile faltered, thinking, I won’t argue with a fool, and replied gently, “I heard that wishes made to the Mountain God will come true, and I have a wish, so I came to worship.”

Tao Ning: “You heard? Heard from whom? Does our village have such a custom?”

Before Chu Que could say anything, Tao Ning pointed at the two characters carved beneath the statue, her eyes smiling as she stared at Chu Que: “I can’t read, can you tell me how to pronounce these two characters?”

“There are characters below?” Chu Que seemed oblivious, walking to the offering table and bending down to look, “There really are, I didn’t notice before—Xuan Miao?”

The Mountain God’s name was Xuan Miao?

Was this the name? Could his master have remembered wrong?

“Xuan Miao, I’ve never heard of this name.” Tao Ning’s hand behind her back tightened, a bright sword gradually forming in her hand, its cold light glinting.

She was about to raise her hand and strike a fatal blow when the sound of the ancestral hall doors opening came from outside.

Forget it, killing someone in the ancestral hall would result in blood everywhere, and cleaning it up would be troublesome.

With a flick of her wrist, the sword disappeared from Tao Ning’s hand.

This all happened extremely quickly, so fast that even Xuan Miao, who was closest to her, didn’t notice.

The sound of the ancestral hall doors opening also startled Chu Que. He immediately came back to his senses, remembering that Tao Ning was standing beside him.

Although she looked soft and harmless, he wouldn’t let his guard down against anyone, then turned to look at the door.

Unexpectedly, it was Liang Chun and Yan Wenruo who entered. This time, Liang Chun didn’t glare at Chu Que, but looked at Tao Ning beside him.

The Mountain God’s bride had just walked out like this?

Tao Ning was no longer expressionless towards them, a faint smile appearing on her face, which the two interpreted as happiness from Yan Wenruo giving up the red lot.

But recalling the first time they saw Tao Ning, she was catching fish in the river. She shouldn’t have eaten human flesh, right?

The advantage of good looks was evident at this time. Tao Ning looked clean and pure, a stark contrast to the mummy-like villagers.

Thinking of this, Yan Wenruo wasn’t as wary of her as she was of the other villagers.

But her opening remarks weren’t very good. Yan Wenruo said, “Your, your lips are so red, and chapped, are you getting a heat rash?”

Tao Ning subconsciously licked her bitten lip, saying a little embarrassedly, “I picked a fruit last night, it was so delicious that I accidentally bit my lip.”

As soon as she finished speaking, Tao Ning felt a kick in her stomach.

Soft and without any force.

Yan Wenruo was completely confused, not understanding how someone could smile with chapped lips from a heat rash.