In the lush green jungle, countless insects and birds roamed back and forth, and the trees and grasses grew wildly, making it a veritable paradise for birds and beasts, a forest of trees and jungles.
A rustling sound arose, and a slender figure gradually entered this beautiful scene. Her face was stunningly beautiful, with delicate features; she possessed a natural allure even without makeup. Her peach-blossom eyes blinked slightly, like clear autumn water, shimmering with fleeting light. Her protruding belly added a touch of feminine gentleness and grace.
The basket on his back was stuffed full, containing several earthenware jars, but mostly medicinal herbs.
As Wuyou gently parted the grass, she searched for the place the villagers had mentioned, recalling it in her mind.
In her past life, during the sweltering summer, villagers in a Miao village discovered a male corpse somewhere in the mountains. At the time, Shi Wuyou was at home resting during her pregnancy, avoiding the villagers' gossip and not paying much attention to the matter. She only knew that the corpse was later burned by the Miao villagers and scattered in the boundless deep mountains.
Because the customs of Miao villages are very traditional, they still have their own set of rules for doing certain things, and they are unwilling to deal with officials. This is quite normal.
He was just an ordinary corpse, not even worth a ripple in this Miao village. Wuyou figured that since the villagers were going to throw him away like trash anyway, he might as well make use of him, which led to his trip up the mountain.
Unfortunately, Shi Wuyou only heard about it from the villagers and vaguely remembered that it was during the hot summer, under a pine tree somewhere in the west.
The sun was high in the sky, and it was already noon. Wuyou put down her backpack and plopped down on a rock. She drank a glass of water and let out a long sigh of relief. This weather was truly awful, and the little one in her belly kept kicking every now and then. It was really annoying.
On a sweltering summer day, the air seemed to be shrouded in a hazy mist. A tall man lay flat on the grass, the massive trees blocking out the scorching sun, leaving only a few rays of sunlight that cast layers of silhouettes beneath them.
Liang Baichuan licked his dry lips, feeling utterly weak and even able to feel his life slipping away. Am I going to die?
The starlight that once shone so brightly in his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes was gradually fading and dimming. Liang Chuanbai strained to stretch his legs, a barely perceptible bitter smile appearing on his lips.
He was, after all, the young master of the Liang family. How could he have fallen to such a state? In the end, it was because he was too careless, which allowed someone to take advantage of him.
Thinking about it this way, it seems I deserved to have ended up like this. I deserved it...
Just then, a rustling sound came from beside him. It was so faint that Liang Baichuan even thought he was hallucinating. He looked up at the sunlight dappling the ground under the oil tree and slowly closed his eyes.
"It's alive?" A woman's soft voice came, like a feather, making one's heart itch involuntarily.
Liang Baichuan suddenly opened his eyes, turned his head to look at the source of the sound, and found it unforgettable.
The woman, dressed in Miao ethnic costume, was shrouded in a hazy glow under the dappled starlight. The starlight sprinkled on her face, adding a touch of mystery to her appearance. Her long, dark hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, and a white headband covered her smooth forehead. Just standing there quietly, she was a breathtakingly beautiful scene.
"Save me..." A strong will to survive gave Liang Baichuan some strength. He opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, yet it radiated an extremely fervent desire to live.
Wuyou stood there, her expression inscrutable, a dangerous glint in her eyes. She needed to find a father for her son so he could continue living in the Miao village as a widow. This would provide a plausible reason for her son's identity while also protecting her from gossip and rumors—a win-win situation.
But the prerequisite is that his son's father, his husband, must be dead, not a living person. Living people are too difficult to control and prone to many problems. It's not that he's afraid of problems arising, but rather that he really doesn't want to spend any more energy dealing with these things.
Thinking of this, Wuyou clenched her fists slightly, preparing to leave, but the baby in her womb seemed to sense it and gently kicked her. Wuyou paused, reached out to stroke her swollen belly, and finally closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh.
Oh well, so be it. It's just that the child in my belly likes this father. If he's obedient, that's fine, but if he's disobedient, he has plenty of ways to make him wish he were dead.
Seeing Wuyou turn and leave, Liang Baichuan's eyes dimmed, but he did not feel resentment. After all, doing something is a favor, and not doing it is one's duty. They were just strangers who met by chance, so why should he ask the other party to save his life?
As soon as Wuyou turned around, she saw the other person's dim eyes. There was disappointment and sadness in those eyes, but no resentment, which surprised Wuyou.
The faint sound rang out again, amplified infinitely. When Liang Baichuan came to his senses, he saw a beautiful face up close and couldn't help but catch his breath.
"I can save you, but you have to agree to three conditions. Do you agree?" Wuyou stared directly into Liang Baichuan's eyes, as if looking into the depths of his soul. Those deep eyes were like the vast universe, boundless and unfathomable.
When the time comes, how can one refuse? Liang Baichuan nodded without hesitation, his eyes conveying his determination and sincerity.
"Eat this first." Wuyou rummaged through her hair for a while, and as she spoke, she handed a milky white, thread-like worm to Liang Baichuan's mouth.
If one didn't look closely, they might mistake it for a white silk thread. Liang Baichuan stared intently, his pupils dilating. Even if he were a man who didn't discriminate between meat and vegetables, he wouldn't eat insects; this was simply too unacceptable.
"This is really troublesome!" Seeing Liang Baichuan's resistance, Wuyou rubbed his hair, somewhat troubled. There was nothing he could do; his current identity was that of a Gu woman, and he did have some Gu worms on his body, but the herbs around him were all poisonous and of no benefit to Liang Baichuan whatsoever.
"Let me tell you, you're covered in superficial wounds, and you've even been poisoned. Only this Silver Thread Gu can quickly stitch up your wounds and help you regain some strength. Do you really expect a weak woman like me to carry you back?"
Wuyou reached out her hand again, and Liang Baichuan closed his eyes, steeled his resolve, and slightly opened his mouth. "Fine, it's just a Gu worm, it won't kill anyone anyway."
As the silver thread gu entered his throat, Liang Baichuan felt it traveling along his meridians. A strange itch spread through his body, and gradually, the wound on his abdomen began to heal, and his strength slowly returned. It was truly astonishing how miraculous the gu worm was.
No wonder people have been so secretive about Miao witchcraft for thousands of years. It can kill without a trace, and it can also heal.
"Let's go!" Wuyou stood up, supporting her legs. Before she could even pick up her basket, Liang Baichuan tactfully took it away. She gave him an appreciative look and led him home.
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