The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

The interior decoration was simple, consisting of some basic wooden furniture. On the table was a memorial tablet, a statue of a woman, the tablet of the river goddess Chenghe.

The smell of herbs in the air became even stronger.

"Hello, Grandma Cui Xu." Pei Huan greeted the old woman as soon as she entered the house.

The old man didn't say anything upon hearing this. He led the two into the house, poured them two cups of hot tea, and then sat down opposite them.

"What brings you two here?" Since he didn't know Bai Qian and her companion, he could easily guess that they had come to see him specifically because they needed his help.

So she was quite decisive on her end.

"It's like this, we're here to buy some things from you." Pei Huan glanced at Bai Qian, and seeing that she didn't speak first, Pei Huan took the initiative to speak.

Upon hearing this, Cui Xu frowned slightly, his pale eyebrows furrowing as if he were about to say something.

"He is still alive?" Bai Qian suddenly asked.

The question seemed a bit strange, but Cui Xu understood it.

His already pale face instantly darkened.

"I don't have anything to sell you here, so please leave now." The tone became rude.

Pei Huan remained unchanged, still wearing a smile.

"We've heard about your story, and we admire you greatly."

Bai Qian looked at the room's furnishings, especially the wooden statue that Cui Xu had placed on the table.

At first glance, this statue seems quite normal, with nothing wrong with it.

But if you look at it a few more times...

Eerie, bizarre, insane... similar emotions flooded into my mind almost instantly from that statue.

Without making a sound, Bai Qian used the fire in the stove to cover Pei Huan beside her, and then looked at Cui Xu.

He met those cloudy eyes, which were filled with a hint of panic.

"He is dead," it was said.

As you can see, in that instant, the old woman's originally cloudy eyes transformed from panic into intense malice. Behind her, a deep red, distorted silhouette seemed to appear, and her aged face took on a strange expression.

The entire house seemed to be covered by a deep red shadow, like the stomach of a monster.

In an instant, Cui Xu transformed into some kind of crazed monster.

Bai Qian calmly watched this scene, and a sense of understanding dawned on her.

really.

"I don't want to talk to you. You asked for it." The monster said in a somewhat harsh and hoarse voice.

Pei Huan watched this scene, her heart pounding, feeling a little nervous.

Bai Qian gently squeezed her hand to calm her down.

He slowly walked forward and met the gaze of the crimson monster opposite him.

"What happened to Him?" he asked.

The crimson monster merely let out a sinister grin.

“Didn’t you say He was dead?” As he said this, one crimson hand after another reached out from the surrounding shadows and grabbed at the two of them.

With a casual flick of his long sleeves, all those hands were scattered.

Bai Qian slowly walked up to it.

A pair of white fingers extended.

Then he clenched his fist.

Those deep red shadows were like cloth, pulled up by Bai Qian. They were crumpled and torn by her fingers. No matter how much they struggled, they were just like a piece of cloth or a crumpled piece of paper. Their huge volume was crumpled into a small piece and held in her hand, which was as heavy as Mount Tai.

The deep red that enveloped the room instantly turned into a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.

The old woman regained her senses and stared blankly at the crumpled paper in Bai Qian's hand.

what happened?

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Two chapters, 2400 words. I'll try to update three times a week when I have free time. I'll try to update more during the Dragon Boat Festival to make up for the missed updates QAQ.

Volume 1: Chapter 150, Half of Chenghe

The old man, his face covered in wrinkles, stared blankly at Bai Qian in front of him, his cloudy eyes filled with doubt and confusion.

She didn't know what was happening; this wasn't a pretense, but rather a clear message being conveyed to the old man at that moment.

Bai Qian held the deep red mass in her hand. It seemed to be alive, flowing and churning in her palm, but it could never cross the threshold of the young girl's hand.

Bai Qian frowned as she looked at the object in her hand. She had no recollection of it and had never seen anything like it before.

It is essentially bizarre, but it is quite different from the usual bizarre.

The usual eerie phenomena are mainly composed of ideas and spirits, not real things, but rather something illusory and ethereal.

The demons and evil spirits I encountered before were actually similar.

But at this moment, there's this lump of something in my hand.

Yet it truly exists in this world, though its aura is similar to the eerie, it is completely different.

It looked like a lump of flesh and blood.

Bai Qian raised her head and looked at Cui Xu.

Before Bai Qian could speak, the old man had already shaken his head and said so.

"I don't know what you want to ask. I feel a bit confused."

"I only remember making offerings to the River God as usual that day, but when I opened my eyes, I found that everything I saw was deep red. This must have been the beginning."

"I don't know anything else, because I have no memory of it since then. I live in a daze every day until now."

"In this state, I won't remember anything; I'll just be a walking corpse."

Bai Qian didn't speak upon hearing this, but instead examined the lump of flesh in her hand.

With just a little force, the slender fingers could crush it.

Then the fire gently touched the flesh and blood, burning it away.

A bizarre lifespan.

"It must be the River God who sent you, right? If you really have any questions, you can ask Him. You said He was dead before, but that's probably not true. After all, if He were, we wouldn't be left here." A smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face.

"Thank you for your help." He sighed.

Pei Huan, standing behind Bai Qian, seemed to realize something and was about to say something.

They saw the old man turn into dust and disappear into the air.

"This is?"

"Because he is already dead." Bai Qian replied calmly as she watched the old man's figure disappear.

She could tell from the first glance that the old woman in front of her was just an empty shell, an empty shell controlled by a deep red shadow. Perhaps, as Cui Xu said, she had already died when she saw the deep red.

How can you save someone who has been dead for over a decade and is beyond saving?

The fact that it has survived until now is simply due to the efforts of that river god.

Bai Qian could sense that they actually only harbored malice, not murderous intent; all they sought was liberation.

Where the old man had disappeared, there were several emerald green beads. Bai Qian bent down and picked them up. The beads felt cold to the touch, like ice cubes.

"Let's go." Bai Qian said, without looking at the other things in the room.

She was a little slow on the uptake, but even through intuition, she could guess Lingxi's purpose.

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The old man, shrouded in a deep red shadow, had a struggling look in his eyes, but then that look was replaced by madness, and he let out a roar like a wild beast.

His entire body was completely covered in deep red, and strands of deep red threads wrapped around him from all around, converging on his body and transforming into something that looked like armor.

Bai Qian and Pei Huan stood opposite him. Bai Qian looked at this scene, her black eyes reflecting the deep red hues.

She didn't really like this thing.

After seeing it, my body was already infected by this thing, and my consciousness was controlled, just like now.

They should have been dead long ago, but it wasn't until more than a decade later that we realized it.

He charged straight forward, and perhaps out of instinct, his hands gathered clear water, like ripples spreading in the air.

With a mere flick of his wrists, it was as if two enormous water whips had materialized and were lashing out in this direction.

Bai Qian had some recollection of this thing; Lingxi had introduced it to her before, calling it [Haibo Xi].

Palms raised.

It's like scattering ripples on water with a sleeve, and then taking a step forward.

His fingers pressed and released on the old man's body.

Bai Qian pinched and pulled out the strands of deep red on his body.

The old man took two steps back, shook his head blankly, and looked at Bai Qian and the flesh and blood in her hands.

He seemed to have thought of something, but his expression immediately turned quiet.

Looking at Bai Qian, he sighed.

"Good." He simply praised her, and the next second his body turned into dust and disappeared into the hazy rain.

Bai Qian crushed the flesh in her hand and picked up the bead from the ground.

"Which one is it?"

“This is the sixth one. I have records of all the places I’ve been to,” Pei Huan replied in a low voice.

She was starting to get a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

It seems that something must have happened twelve years ago, but having grown up in Changcheng Mansion, she really doesn't remember it.

These people must all be from the River God Temple; they've all turned out like this...

"Let's leave it at that for now," Bai Qian said, shaking her head.

Instead of thinking about these messy things that may not even be true, it's better to ask the person in charge.

Since it was Lingxi who brought up the matter, perhaps it is still necessary for her to explain.

Bai Qian didn't need to deliberately search for anything. Ling Xi had already told her that she would prepare something somewhere, and if she wanted to find her flowers, she could go there to look for them.

She probably didn't intend to hide it from the beginning.

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The place Lingxi was referring to was a cave located on the bank of the Chenghe River. Outside the cave, there were messy water plants, and the water vapor seemed to condense into mist and flow in the air.

If you didn't know better, you might think this was some kind of water ghost's lair.

At least that's what Pei Huan thought.

Seeing her master Qian walk in without a care, she hurriedly followed.

"Perhaps something's not quite right." She didn't really trust the Lingxi that Bai Qian had mentioned.

"It's alright." Bai Qian shook her head.

As we slowly entered the deep cave, water droplets dripped from the cave ceiling.

The two walked for about ten minutes before reaching the end of the cave.

At the end was a small pond, with a clear water droplet floating on its surface.

Lingxi stood in front of the pool, quietly watching the water droplet floating on the surface.

She must have noticed Bai Qian and the other person approaching before she turned around.

A faint trace of loneliness lingered in his light golden eyes.