Seeing Bai Xueji standing at the village entrance waving at her, Yin Zhu's first thought was that she was trapped in a maze.
Wait a minute, I'm already in the ghost realm.
Yin Zhu raised his hand and waved to Bai Xueji. He waded through the snow towards Xueshan Village. The closer he got to the village, the thinner the snow became. By the time Yin Zhu reached the village entrance, the snow was only ankle-deep.
This is not a good sign.
Without showing her inner turmoil, Yin Zhu smiled and waited for Bai Xueji to speak first.
"You're back again, Bamboo Cutter." Princess Shirayuki seemed completely unsurprised by Yin Zhu's appearance. "You got lost here too, didn't you?"
Do other passengers do this too?
Yin Zhu tucked a stray hair behind her ear and glanced at the village. It was no different from when she first came. Both the layout and the villagers seemed to indicate to Yin Zhu that this was the same village.
"Yes, occasionally outsiders who go into the mountains will eventually come back here. Perhaps this is a warning from the mountain god."
Snow White's expression was quite devout.
"Mountain God?"
Yin Zhu's focus was not on the "warning," because she knew very well what the rules behind this were. In fact, there might not be many ghosts in the entire ghost realm who understood the operating logic behind the rules better than her.
But this mountain god...
Yin Zhu didn't want a situation like the "rules within rules within rules within rules" from the original "Grand Theft Auto" to occur here, otherwise the difficulty would increase significantly.
This instance doesn't have any mobile phone assistance; almost all the rules have to be memorized by the chosen one's own brain.
Yin Zhu is not a chosen one known for her memory. If there are too many layers of nested dolls, she can basically rely on her talent to brute force her way through the dungeon. After all, just memorizing the rules of each layer of areas and distinguishing the loopholes and traps would be enough to make Yin Zhu's brain crash.
Perhaps hearing Yin Zhu's inner lament, Shirayuki gave an answer that Yin Zhu expected: "It's the Snow Maiden you mentioned before. She protects Snow Mountain Village."
Now we're connected.
The Snow Woman became the mountain god of this snow mountain, so Snow White was able to tell Yoon-joo that "she is still asleep".
"So, pretty sister, did you know from the beginning that I would definitely get lost?" Yin Zhu pouted, suddenly looking aggrieved, as if she had been tricked by a bad guy.
"Well... the main thing is that previous tourists wouldn't listen to my advice anyway, so I think you'll understand once you take a walk around."
Snow White's smile carried a hint of apology.
...I do know.
At this moment, Yin Zhu's mind was filled with both questions and confusion. One mystery was solved, but more questions arose.
If what Snow White says is true, and the Snow Woman hasn't awakened, then this realm continued to function while the Snow Woman was asleep? But Snow White doesn't seem to be a mechanical, fixed character; this is not something a sleeping demon could do.
Yin Zhu had previously listened to the cat's science class, which said that rules are difficult to enforce when ghosts are "asleep".
unless……
Looking at Bai Xueji with a complicated expression, Yin Zhu had some guesses.
"By the way, you've been gone for so long, would you like to come over to my house for some soup?" Bai Xueji invited Yin Zhu again. "The snow is so heavy outside, you must be freezing."
She took Yin Zhu's small hand in a familiar manner, her face full of sympathy: "Oh my god, your hands are so cold."
When Bai Xueji touched him, Yin Zhu realized that his hands were indeed very cold and almost numb. Only when they were enveloped by Bai Xueji's warm palm did he feel the long-lost warmth.
Something just doesn't feel right...
With a heart full of trepidation, Yin Zhu didn't agree directly this time, but she didn't refuse either. Instead, she asked, "Can I only drink the soup at your house? My legs feel frozen. Could you get some for me to drink?"
Bai Xueji was somewhat surprised by Yin Zhu's words.
However, just a second later, Shirayuki replied with a smile, "Of course, wait for me a moment, I'll get you a stool first."
Snow White turned and walked towards her home.
Taking advantage of the moment when Shirayuki was away, Yin Zhu quickly turned his attention to the surrounding snow mountain village. In addition to remembering the shop owners at each stall, he also paid attention to their interactions.
To the right was a stall selling frozen jerky, where the female owner was arguing with a male customer, brandishing a cleaver. The loud argument caught Yin Zhu's attention first. Next to her was a bookstore on the left, where three children were squatting by the entrance playing with pebbles, causing the bookstore clerk to stand inside and grumble unhappily. Beside the bookstore was what appeared to be a general store, where a woman was trying on makeup, applying something to her lips in front of a mirror…
These were things that Yin Zhu hadn't noticed when she last visited Xueshan Village.
After she entered the snow village with Snow White last time, she went straight to Snow White's house. To avoid turning around 180 degrees, she practically moved sideways and sat against the wall, making it difficult for her to notice what was happening outside.
"You brat! Did you steal my money?!"
An older woman, holding a broom, was chasing a mischievous little boy as they ran across the street in front of Yin Zhu.
It must be said that this village has a very lively and down-to-earth atmosphere.
It looks more like the human world than most places in the ghost realm. If it weren't so backward, Yin Zhu would really want to stay here.
Oh, right.
Stay here.
Yin Zhu suddenly realized that something felt off.
Since her last visit to the village, Yin Zhu had had a vague feeling that Xueshan Village was a wonderful place and that she wished she could stay.
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