The hero met a beautiful lady in a dilapidated mountain temple, but in fact, the beauty was a female ghost.
The beauty had died in vain, and her body was buried in the yard of a dilapidated temple, so her soul could not leave. So she bewitched the travelers who came to stay there, enchanted them, and while having sex with them, she sucked away their essence and increased her strength.
No wonder they say stories come from life. Isn't this story a replica of Zheng Yunu's experience? Xue Huan had a very strong sense of déjà vu.
She continued to read. The female ghost tried to seduce the male protagonist, but failed. Wasn't this inevitable? The male protagonist would definitely not be easily fooled like those ordinary people. Otherwise, how could he be the male protagonist?
However, the female ghost becomes more and more fond of the male protagonist.
In order to make something happen between the male protagonist and the female ghost, the author changed the story style and arranged for a heavy rain, so the male protagonist had to continue staying in the dilapidated temple.
And then, it got awkward.
The author wrote the erotic plot between the hero and the female ghost Jiang Jiang Niang Niang in a very gripping and fascinating way. In short, it made Xue Huan feel a little excited.
It would be fine if she was watching it alone, but now she is accompanied by a handsome man whose appearance is even better than the hero in the book!
The handsome man was still holding her in an extremely intimate manner, his chin resting on her shoulder, and her every breath was filled with his scent.
She didn't feel anything when she was immersed in the story, but now, looking at this erotic plot and feeling the body temperature coming from Pei Ji, Xue Huan suddenly felt uncomfortable.
Although she knew he might not understand, her face still burned.
She was about to close the book when Pei Ji pointed at a line in the book and asked, "Hanhuan, what does 'making out on the pillow, strolling among the flowers' mean? And here, 'the yellow dragon attacks, the stream gurgles'. Weren't they fighting just now? Why are they on the bed again all of a sudden?"
As an experienced reader, Xue Huan could instantly grasp the charming artistic conception described by the author in the Spring and Autumn style, but these descriptions would probably be incomprehensible to an ignorant child, right?
She coughed lightly twice and explained to him seriously, "The room is too small, so they ended up fighting on the bed. This Flower Crossing is a kind of... well, mysterious body movement, and so is this Yellow Dragon Direct Attack. That's why the female ghost was crying. Well, it's getting late, let's go to bed. Reading for too long at night is bad for your eyes."
Xue Huan was afraid that he would ask some earth-shattering question again, so she quickly closed the book, stuffed it under her pillow, pulled up the quilt and lay down.
Pei Ji lay beside her, thinking about how she had just been talking nonsense in a serious manner, and a feeling of itchiness rose in his chest. How could his Huanhuan be so cute?
Perhaps stimulated by the erotic plot in the storybook, as soon as Pei Ji closed his eyes, the words he had just seen turned into pictures and appeared in his mind. However, the protagonist and the female ghost in the story were replaced by himself and the people around him.
When he thought of this, his head exploded and he felt like he was going to explode.
Pei Ji suddenly sat up, threw off the quilt, got out of bed, and rushed out.
Xue Huan's soul entered the soul refining stone space again, but she didn't notice it.
In this vast and boundless space like the universe, nothing has changed at all, and the huge white ring is still hanging in front of him.
Almost two months had passed since the ring appeared. During these two months, Xue Huan had been searching for relevant information, but unfortunately, she hadn't found much.
She still knew very little about the circle.
She couldn't just leave it alone, so she decided to step in and see what would happen!
The moment she stepped into the ring, Xue Huan felt a sudden sense of weightlessness, as if she had stepped on empty air and fallen from a height of thousands of feet.
Then, she stepped on solid ground, and after a period of dizziness passed, her vision became clear.
Withered vines, old trees, crows, small bridge, flowing water, and houses.
This is the best description of the scene before her eyes at this moment.
In front of her was a bridge built of sturdy trees. She stood at one end of the bridge. Not far away was an old tree with dead vines wrapped around it. A sleepy crow was perched on the tree. No, it was a white crow, a crow with white feathers all over its body.
It is said that all crows are black, but in fact this statement is wrong, because some crows are white.
On the other side of the tree bridge is a village, but the style of the village is really strange.
Why do I say that? Because the village's architecture is incredibly diverse, ranging from simple, primitive thatched huts and rugged, uninhibited stone houses to elegant, refined three-story bamboo buildings, magnificent mansions with carved railings and jade-lined walls, emerald-tiled roofs, and red-glazed gates to massive, splendid palaces that block out the sun.
How can we not be amazed to see these buildings of different styles scattered throughout the village?
The key point is that at first glance, there was no one in the village, and Xue Huan felt even more weird.
What on earth is this place?
Can she go back?
She sensed it and found that as long as she thought about it, she could leave here immediately. This made her feel much more at ease.
As long as I can go back immediately.
"Oh! There's a new person! There's a new person! Little girl, what's your name?" The white crow that was originally dozing on the tree flew over and actually spoke!
Xue Huan: “!!!”
No, why should I be surprised? Her mole beast can talk, too. And the Bodhi tree spirit can even communicate with her.
Now that she saw a talking crow, she really shouldn't be surprised.
Thinking of this, Xue Huan calmed down.
"Hello, my name is——"
"Little girl, you can't tell others your name casually in this soul world, otherwise your soul might be taken away one day." A young and gentle voice came from behind her.
Xue Huan turned around and looked, her heart trembling again.
A man who was only as tall as her belly... Ginseng walked over slowly.
He has all the facial features and a full and rosy complexion. Although the white whiskers on his face can easily be mistaken for a beard, he is actually very young.
The four main roots are his hands and feet, and one of his hands is carrying a basket filled with some colorful mushrooms.
Wait, did he just say "in this Soul Realm"? Doesn't that mean this is the Soul Realm? Okay, at least I know where she is.
Can't tell others your name casually? She actually didn't intend to tell Bai Ya her real name just now. She just arrived and didn't know anything. How could she rashly tell her real name?
"Hmph, you old bastard, you're here to ruin my plans again." Bai Ya snorted in dissatisfaction and went back to dozing off.
Ren Shen walked over and said to Xue Huan, "Little girl, welcome to the Soul Realm. This is Salty Fish Village. I am the village chief. Since you have come here, you are a member of the village. Come with me."
Salted Fish Village? Xue Huan almost laughed out loud.
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