The Heroine Fell Deeply For Her [Quick Transmigration] 230p1

Chapter 230: What’s This About Marrying First and Loving Later? 15(1)

Twilight descended, and the enormous red moon hung high in the sky, casting a hazy, crimson glow over everything.

Down in the village, celebrations began. They set out the remaining sacrificial offerings for a feast, happily sitting down to eat, everyone, regardless of age or gender, scrambling for every dish brought out.

The players, smelling the aroma, almost vomited. Thinking about what these fragrant dishes were made of, their stomachs churned.

They retreated to a corner to watch the villagers feasting together. If they didn’t know what they were eating, the scene would have seemed harmonious and joyful.

Hiding at the side, the players noticed someone standing in the shadows further away and cautiously looked over.

A middle-aged woman in floral clothing stood at the edge of the crowd, in the shadows, looking up at the magnificent ancestral hall, her gaze blank, motionless for a long time.

The ritual was coming to an end, and Aunt Hua’s role for this year was over. Everyone was busy eating, no one inviting her to join them.

Liang Chun recognized her. This was the Aunt Hua who made wedding dresses for the brides of Lingxiu Village.

She remembered that Xiao Zhen was her daughter, and the wedding dress Tao Ning was wearing was originally made for Xiao Zhen.

It seemed like a curse, the festive wedding dresses made by her bringing misfortune to those who wore them.

Compared to the other brides, Xiao Zhen’s death before the wedding was already a good ending.

The players thought Xiao Zhen had died in the bride’s building, and Liang Chun thought so too. She also believed that Chu Que, seeing the tragic scene in the bride’s building, had seized the opportunity to hide Zhang Lei’s body under the Mountain God’s bride’s bed.

Sensing the players’ gazes, Aunt Hua looked towards them, and under their wary and fearful gazes, she turned and left.

Her thin and frail figure slowly walked towards the darkness, never looking back at the brightly lit ancestral hall.

Unlike the lively scene down the mountain, the mountain was silent, faint cries carried by the wind.

These cries were too familiar. The last time, the time before that, countless times before, the cries had been the same, tears streaming down their faces, yet powerless to resist.

Then their lives were harvested by the newcomer, leaving only an empty bridal sedan chair.

The dark shadow emerging from the depths of the bamboo forest was long accustomed to these cries, its mood shifting from initial excitement at controlling life and death, to boredom.

Cries, they were all the same, nothing new.

Today, it thought the same. Since the most delicious one was already dead, it would reluctantly make do with this one who had delivered herself to its doorstep.

It was just that for some reason, among the many people in Lingxiu Village, it was most reluctant to choose Tao Zi…

Although it had watched her grow up, always foolish and silent, it always felt an inexplicable sense of threat from her.

As if choosing her as the bride would lead to irreversible consequences.

Otherwise, how could an orphan girl have grown up safely until now?

This year was different. It felt that its cultivation had reached a certain level, only one step away from completion.

And the core within its body was gradually becoming its own. Perhaps as one waned and the other waxed, when the original body completely disappeared, this core would completely belong to it.

Lost in thought, the dark shadow, rushing from the depths of the darkness, had already arrived in front of the bridal sedan chair. The wind it created stirred the curtains, a pair of embroidered shoes faintly visible inside.

The mournful cries continued, seemingly becoming more pronounced with its arrival.

The dark shadow’s excitement grew, its heart pounding. After consuming this person, it would have more power to subdue the core.

It reached out, preparing to lift the red curtain, but its hand paused. It thought: Why are these cries repeating?

No, this is a trap!

A strong sense of danger surged through its mind, but by the time it reacted and withdrew its hand, it was too late.

Suddenly, a cold light flashed, and the dark shadow instinctively dodged.

However, it was fast, but not faster than the sword. The bright blade pierced the red curtain, instantly turning it into dust, revealing the figure sitting calmly inside the sedan chair, her gaze icy.

The lightning-fast sword didn’t stop, piercing the dark shadow’s chest, pinning it to the mountain wall, unable to move.

The dark shadow reached for the hilt, but was shaken by the bound Poheng sword, letting out a scream and losing half its hand.

“No one who can escape Poheng has been born yet, save your strength,” a playful female voice came from inside the sedan chair.

A faint clinking of hair ornaments followed, and a figure bent down, stepping out of the low and narrow sedan chair, a red veil in her hand.

“Bang—!”

In an instant, the magnificent sedan chair behind her shattered, falling into pieces.

The faint cries also disappeared. The resentful spirits attached to the sedan chair, before they could manifest, were completely destroyed by Tao Ning, along with the sedan chair itself.

Having carried so many brides to their deaths, this sedan chair was no longer ordinary, filled with resentment and having lost its sanity.

Under the fake Mountain God’s control, it had become a Changgui (tiger/human demon), desperately trying to stop other brides from escaping, wanting them to share its fate.

Now, they were all effortlessly purified by Tao Ning, who stood before the dark shadow, unhindered.

The dark shadow’s eyes widened, clearly caught off guard by everything, struggling with all its might to break free.

But the sword was as heavy as a mountain, remaining unmoved no matter how much it struggled.

The dark shadow could feel itself weakening, the opportunity to ascend just a step away, ruined by this unexpected obstacle.

It was both angry and anxious, rasping, “Who are you?”

This was definitely not Tao Zi. Although her face looked exactly the same, Tao Zi couldn’t lift the sword, nor shatter the sedan chair.

Tao Zi wouldn’t have such sharp eyes either.

Tao Ning: “Tit for tat, shouldn’t you introduce yourself first?”

She wasn’t stupid enough to give her enemy her name. The best enemy was one who died unknowingly, silently.

The dark shadow was enraged, the wound from the sword hilt slowly disappearing.

This was a righteous sword, specifically for slaying evil.

At this moment, the red moon emerged from behind the clouds, its bright light illuminating the earth, shining through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, falling on the dark shadow’s face.

The fake Mountain God’s appearance wasn’t terrifying or frightening, but rather ordinary, so ordinary that it would be lost in a crowd.

It wore simple, coarse cloth clothes, its face wrinkled like a dried orange peel, only the black blood flowing from its chest indicating its unusual nature.

The red embroidered shoes stopped a few steps away from the mountain wall. Tao Ning looked the figure up and down: “Should I call you Village Chief, or should I call you the resentment of soldiers?”

Illuminated by the red moonlight was the village chief’s face, a trail of black blood at the corner of his lips, his cloudy eyes completely black, filled with malice.

Down in the village, at the feast, the young man brought a large basin of steaming meat to the table.

He turned to look, the main seat still empty: “Where’s the village chief?”

The villagers waiting at the table swarmed forward, instantly dividing the large basin of meat, their mouths oily.

Finally, someone wiped their mouth and answered the young man’s question: “I don’t know, I just saw the village chief sitting there, maybe he’s not feeling well and went back to his room to rest?”

“The village chief is like this every year, unwilling to eat the good things himself, sharing them with everyone, truly a good person.”

“Probably,” the young man didn’t ask further, turning to get another basin of meat.

He didn’t eat this meat, but as the future village chief, he was happy to do something for the villagers, accumulating prestige for the future.

Just like the current village chief, selfless and respected.