The white snake seemed to have lost patience, opened its huge mouth, and swallowed the woman whole.

"Unqualified, unqualified."

A series of chilling sounds rang out, sending shivers down my spine even in February. This…this snake is talking?? A snake demon?

After completely devouring the woman, the white snake disappeared into the cave. Er Yue thought for a moment, then followed behind, and unexpectedly, she actually walked out as well.

When he saw the surrounding furnishings, he felt terrible.

As February slowly emerged from the cave, the sight before her eyes sent a shiver down her spine.

A stone statue, roughly human-shaped, stands at the entrance of the cave, majestic and mysterious.

The three large characters "Luohua Cave" are carved on the side, with vigorous and powerful strokes, as if telling an ancient legend.

The surrounding area was filled with offerings, including fruits, pastries, and flowers.

Some incense sticks were still emitting wisps of smoke, filling the air with a faint fragrance and a mysterious atmosphere.

An indescribable unease welled up in February's heart as he realized that he was actually in a cave filled with fallen flowers.

That woman must have been brought in as tribute.

This discovery sent chills down February's spine; the mountain god that people respected and worshipped was actually a snake demon.

The "mountain god of Luohua Cave" they spoke of was not a god at all, but a monster.

The thought sent chills down Er Yue's spine, and fear surged through her like a tidal wave.

February stood at the cave entrance, gazing silently at the stone statue.

The statue's face was blurry, yet it exuded an eerie aura.

He could almost feel the statue's eyes staring at him, their gaze filled with indifference and evil.

The offerings around them swayed gently in the breeze, as if telling of people's fear and despair.

In February, I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down.

He knew he had to leave this place as soon as possible, or the consequences would be dire.

He carefully walked around the stone statue and headed out of the cave.

However, with each step he took, he could feel an invisible pressure enveloping him, as if a pair of eyes were watching him from behind.

Stepping out of the cave, February found herself in a dense forest.

Sunlight filters through the gaps in the leaves, creating patches of dappled light.

However, February had no mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery; he had only one thought in his mind: to escape from here as soon as possible.

He quickened his pace and walked along a path.

The trees on both sides of the path are tall and lush, their branches and leaves intertwined to form a natural green tunnel.

February ran through this tunnel, her heart filled with fear and unease.

He didn't know if the monster would catch up, nor did he know if he could escape this place safely.

Suddenly, February heard a soft footstep.

He stopped and nervously looked around.

However, he saw nothing but dense woods and silent air.

The footsteps grew closer, and February's heart beat faster and faster.

He gripped his weapon tightly, ready to deal with any potential danger at any moment.

Just then, a figure emerged from the woods.

Upon closer inspection in February, it turned out to be an old man with a kind face and eyes that revealed wisdom and composure.

February breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward.

"Young man, do I look more like a man or a god to you?"

February:"……………………"

The people demanding official titles have arrived. What kind of fate is this?

The sun was shining brightly, and the woods were silent. Fortunately, he was on this road. If any passersby came along, he would thank his ancestors for eighteen generations.

"Young man, do I look more like a man or a god?"

The old man asked again.

In February, not only was she covered in dirt, but her embroidered shoes were also covered in mud. The shoes were not only small, but they also hurt her feet.

He found these clothes in the Falling Flower Cave; otherwise, he really couldn't stand walking barefoot.

The old man's face was cold. When he still didn't answer when asked for the third time, the creature simply slit the man's throat.

February also clearly sensed the old man's negative emotions, which were definitely not good.

"Hey! You little rascal, you're always around!" Chen's shout immediately drew the attention of the two men.

February looked up and burst into tears, "Brother, you really are my brother..."

Lieutenant Chen: "???"

"I said, are you fucking out of your mind?" This attitude, this expression, makes it seem like he's done something wrong to him. Besides, he's the only son in his family, the only son in three generations!

After watching Lieutenant Chen pull out his gun and fire three shots with a blank expression,

February dodged away in fear; this was a ruthless person.

Looking back, the old man had vanished without a trace.

February:"…………………………"

Why run? It's just a gun, what's there to be afraid of?

Lieutenant Chen, feeling he couldn't kill him, simply said, "Get lost, don't block my way, or I'll blow you up with a grenade."

February:"……………………"

As soon as they left, February felt a sharp pain in her chest. She glanced at the sunlight overhead and knew she had to hurry home. Besides, she had messed up the corpses, and her father would definitely give her a good scolding when she got back.

Meanwhile, the old man seeking an official title followed Chen's entourage at a leisurely pace.

He discovered that there was a person with great fortune on the train, and if he could ask that person for a title and succeed, he would definitely be transformed.

His eyes were filled with a sinister glint, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned, carrying a malicious smile.

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