Chapter 7, I am very cold

The figure completely disregards the force of gravity, as if being mysteriously pulled by some invisible object, slowly tracing a semicircle in mid-air, and steadily coming to rest at the edge of the cliff

That's not right

Miss, the night is cold and the dew is heavy, I am very cold

Clenching her teeth, Meng Fuyao made a fierce decision and suddenly stuffed the remaining four herbs into her mouth, angrily saying, "This is what you get for stealing! This is what you get for continuing to steal!"

Suddenly paused

As that slender figure lifted her head, the moonlight cast upon her eyes, revealing a hint of coldness.

Do you want to harm me? It's not that easy

At the top of the cliff, the strong wind billowed, and the pale-faced young girl stood upright, expressionless. The smile that would involuntarily surface when she thought of that boy in the past was now completely absent from her face

Suddenly, I recalled what that old man once said: there are no ghosts in this world; it is the many who speculate that give rise to ghosts

Meng Fuyao waited for a long time without any response, so she reluctantly put away the long whip, intending to collect the grass. As her gaze fell upon the grass, she suddenly trembled all over and fell into a daze once more

Gazing contentedly at the grass, Meng Fuyao felt that she was quite fortunate. Falling off a cliff unexpectedly led her to discover the herb known as "Yizhi Shuang" growing on the cliff face. This herb is highly effective in treating both internal and external injuries, and it also has the effect of strengthening the foundation and enhancing vitality. Truly, a blessing in disguise.

Those days when one is momentarily swayed by emotions are merely a misguided adventure in her life. In that lush and flourishing jungle, she glimpsed the beauty of warmth, believing it to be the hard-won Eden she had sought. However, she was soon expelled from that paradise.

The last guess caused Meng Fuyao to shudder all over, as images from horror films she had watched in her previous life came flooding back uninvited. The terrifying visual and auditory effects immediately replayed in her mind, echoing with ghostly wails and howls.

Carefully pulled a blade of grass, just about to put it into the mouth

He reclines at the slender and fragile tips of the tree branches, clearly tall and slender, yet giving the impression of being as light as a cloud; his demeanor is relaxed, yet it compels one to look up in admiration, as if gazing upon a majestic jade mountain

The branches swayed gently as he leisurely tossed them into the fire—each branch he threw landed precisely in the fire, beneath the branches that had been thrown in before. As the number of branches increased, they gradually formed an arched pile, causing the fire to burn even more vigorously.

Upon this thought, Meng m.hetushu .com .com felt a surge of courage, and with a flick of the long whip, a sharp crack echoed, followed by a loud shout, "Who!"

The night is deep and thick

The cliff where Meng Fuyao had just fallen remained silent and still, with only the occasional sound of small stones rolling off the edge, taking a long time to produce the echo of their impact at the bottom.

Pei Yuan applied acupressure, activating the residual power of the Broken Nine Heavens technique in advance to protect the acupoints on one side of her body. Pei Yuan, while under her cloak, attempted acupressure but misidentified the acupoint slightly and lacked sufficient force. Almost at the moment she descended, she immediately released it using the momentum.

Standing on the precipice, gazing into the darkness ahead, Meng Fuyao seemed to see the majestic and towering manor that had once sheltered her at the end of the darkness, along with the youth who had once provided her with invaluable warmth

With a smile, Meng Fuyao took out a few dark green grasses from her bosom, the tips of which were white, resembling frost accumulated in the morning.

The drifting mountain breeze faintly carries a light laugh

As he moved his palm, a faint mark on the center of his right hand became vaguely visible, its color slightly darker than his skin tone, but due to the distance, its shape could not be discerned

The grass has lost another blade

Dazed, Meng Fuyao stared at the four remaining strands of grass in her hand. She found it impossible to control her thoughts from drifting towards the supernatural, yet this ghost did not reveal itself or harm anyone. What purpose could it have in stealing her herbs?

The wilderness lay silent, the fragrance of early autumn's vegetation was enveloped by the night, becoming rich and aromatic. Within this herbal scent, there lingered a faint, unique aroma, distinct from any floral or herbal fragrance, more pure and noble.

The third sound of laughter rang out, this time close to the ear. At the same moment, with a loud roar, a burst of flame suddenly ignited on the ground in front of Meng Fuyao, the flickering orange-red flames casting a warm red glow before her, illuminating the slits of her eyes that had been secretly opened.

One can easily guess with a finger that this fellow is the same "ghost" from earlier. Not to mention, his lightness of foot is already exceptional; even throwing a branch is impressive. If he were to harbor any ill intentions, my own short legs would be utterly insufficient for escape

Meng Fuyao gently stroked the black slender whip around her wrist, which she used as a belt. Pei Yuan's expression was unusual; she had already secured the whip in her palm and was tugging at her sleeve in a strange manner. Meng Fuyao had long been on guard, and the red cloak concealed not only Pei Yuan's tricks but also her action of wrapping the soft whip around the rocky edge of the cave.

This long night seems as if it will never pass

Teleportation? Space https://mhetushu.com.com Disruption? Ghost?

Hearing the sound of laughter, Meng Fuyao felt less afraid. Regardless of whether it was a person or a ghost, it seemed there was no malice. With her mind at ease, Meng Fuyao simply sat down on the ground and boldly closed her eyes to regulate her breathing

Waving casually, "Well, it seems you are quite free. If you have nothing else to do, could you please help me with a protection spell?"

Meng Fuyao had been traversing through time for many years, and her extraordinary experiences had indeed forged an exceptional will. However, at this moment, atop the desolate cliffs of a remote mountain, the vegetation was eerily silent, the mountain wind howled, and the trees swayed in the breeze like ghostly shadows, creating an atmosphere that was somewhat sinister. As the herbs in her hand inexplicably vanished, Meng Fuyao, perplexed and unable to comprehend the situation, shivered involuntarily, almost exclaiming, "There is a ghost"

Meng Fuyao

On the other side of the firelight, a solitary pine tree cradles a man in wide-sleeved garments, reclining at an angle. The light-colored lapels hang down, embroidered with silver thread in subtle patterns. The intricate designs are obscured in the shadows, shimmering with a flickering glimmer as his body rises and falls.

One can hear that the cliff is very deep

Before I had the chance to move my backside, the person across from me began to speak

Meng Fuyao flicked the soft whip entwined with golden threads, which emitted a clear ringing sound that reverberated through the valley, akin to a horn being sounded clearly.

A smile devoid of warmth appeared at the corners of her mouth. Meng Fuyao flicked her wrist, and a barely discernible black light swept through the air, vanishing into her sleeve.

Once again, a light laugh resonates, its tone deep and melodious, imbued with a touch of coolness and elegance. The collision of syllables carries a unique charm, evoking memories of the northernmost region of Di Zhou, where the snow-capped mountains stretch endlessly, and the wind passes through the jade towers and trees, producing a sound akin to exquisite bells.

Suddenly, a dark silhouette slowly rose from the impenetrable darkness below the cliff

No one answered, only the sound of the wind howling

Meng Fuyao's gaze swept back and forth, ultimately landing on the perfectly constructed bonfire. She supported herself with her hands on the ground and quietly shifted a step.

The grass is firmly grasped in one's own hand, with no one around; how could it possibly go missing in such a situation

The wild grass at the edge of the cliff suddenly stirred

Meng Fuyao, however, seemed to neither hear nor see anything, truly closing her eyes and focusing on her own breathing.

However, it does not matter; in this world, there are endless losses to be suffered and debts that can never be fully repaid

As she was pushed down, the soft whip caught her body, and she remained motionless until those two individuals walked far away, before she climbed up from the bottom of the cliff

I just counted these blades of grass; there were clearly six, so why are there only five left now

Slowly opened his eyes wide.