This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"Elder Mu just told me that the 'demon' is actually Junior Sister An Ling."

Guo Zichou thought he had misheard at first, but unexpectedly, Li Feiling sighed and continued, "Elder Mu originally wanted to use Junior Sister An Ling to teach us a lesson, she didn't expect things to turn out this way. Are both of them okay?"

Guo Zichou slapped himself on the forehead and said angrily: "Ouch, I...you...quickly call someone back! Let those two girls out! I'm going to find Mu Qing!"

"Master, you must stay calm! Don't be impulsive!" Li Feiling advised earnestly: "Elder Mu was seriously injured and is still recovering. You should not..."

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Guo Zichou asked, "Is this who I am in your mind?"

Li Feiling wanted to say something several times but stopped himself. Finally, he could only sigh, bowed to Guo Zichou and said goodbye. He hurriedly called back the people who had been responsible for sealing the scroll, and prepared to rescue the two people trapped in the scroll.

Feng Yuan stood there in a daze. So there was no enemy attacking and Fellow Daoist Yang was not dead?

Guo Zichou glanced at the young Feng Yuan. This disciple had good talent, but his mind was unstable and he was too easily influenced by the outside world. He needed more experience.

……

Regardless of how the mentality of the people here changed, An Ling's condition after entering the scroll was very bad.

She had been injured when she fought with Mu Qing before, and she had to fight with the disciples of the immortal sect non-stop. Her body could no longer support her and she could only barely hold her breath to deal with the attacks from everyone. Unexpectedly, Yang Riying gave her another big surprise.

An Ling lay on her side on the gravel of the stream. The blood flowing from her right rib soon dyed the stream water red. In a state of half-asleep and half-awake, she seemed to hear the sound of a shepherd's flute. She then barely raised her head and turned herself over.

Where is this? Could it be that Yang Riying's painting can absorb the other person into the painting? But if this is the world in the painting, it is too real. Whether it is the crisp bird song in the woods or the coolness of the gurgling stream, everything is so real, as if you are in the woods and by the stream.

An Ling thought about it, reluctantly raised her hand to grab a stone, and kept knocking on the stream bank in an attempt to attract the owner of the shepherd's flute to come.

"De, de, de..." The crisp sound of cow hooves gradually approached An Ling from far away. An Ling thought, based on past experience, this might be the real world. It would be better to let the villagers pick her up and let her heal her wounds before leaving.

"Who's there?" the child asked.

"Help...my life..." In fact, An Ling was not that weak, but there was no other way. If she wanted the other party to let her take away without hesitation, she had to use some tricks.

Sure enough, when he heard someone calling for help, the shepherd boy showed no signs of vigilance and immediately came over with his cows. When he saw An Ling covered in blood, he hurried to An Ling's side and asked helplessly, "How are you? How can I help you?"

An Ling half-closed her eyes and glanced at the shepherd boy with her heart. After confirming that he was just an ordinary mortal child, she tilted her head and "fainted".

When An Ling "woke up", she saw a circle of simple villagers surrounding her. They looked at An Ling vigilantly, and some even held the hoes at home in their hands for self-defense.

An Ling smiled weakly and said, "Thank you for saving me. I'm very grateful."

"Who are you?" someone asked.

"My name is An Ling." An Ling frowned slightly as she felt the spiritual energy in her abdomen gradually disappearing.

The villagers were in a state of panic, shouting, “We don’t know you! You are not welcome here! Get out of here!”

"Can I..." An Ling forced a smile, "Let me stay a little longer, I can pay you."

"Money? What is money?" asked the villagers.

An Ling's heart skipped a beat. Something was wrong. This was definitely not a normal world. She had to leave immediately!

"In that case, I won't bother you any more. I'll take my leave now." An Ling said.

"An Ling, it's dark outside now, how are you going to go?" The villagers, who had simple faces just now, gradually twisted their faces inward, like a whirlpool, with their eyes, noses and mouths squeezed together. They look like humans, but not humans. Things like them have a common name - pseudo-people. Pseudo-people will hide among normal people, pretending to be your relatives, neighbors, friends... If you can't tell the difference between them and real people, then you're doomed.

An Ling's hair stood on end when she saw this group of weird vortex faces - that was a conditioned reflex to the weirdness.

An Ling knew that she had fallen into a den of ghosts again, but after all, An Ling had experienced so many things. When she faced such a group of terrifying things, she was just stunned for a moment, and then nodded calmly and said, "You are right, is it very dangerous outside?"

The pseudo-human villagers chuckled in unison. Their laughter was as sharp and piercing as fingernails scratching across a blackboard. They spoke in unison as if they had a common brain: "There are wolves outside that will eat people. You must not go out!"

Just as An Ling was about to nod, a fake person suddenly appeared in front of her! The disgusting vortex face stretched directly in front of An Ling, and the eyes twisted together with the mouth stared at An Ling. The dark and rotten smell spread over An Ling, like an old coffin.

An Ling didn't even shake, but continued to nod as usual, "I see, thank you everyone."

After saying this, all the pseudo-people stopped moving and stood there like zombies, staring at An Ling.

Okay, you won’t let me leave or sleep, right?

An Ling probably understood the key point here. She sat on the bed in meditation "under the watchful eyes of everyone", using her remaining spiritual energy to slowly recover from her injuries.

This place is so weird. As long as you stay here, the spiritual energy will be sucked away.

No matter what An Ling was going to do in the future, a good body that could run, jump and fight was essential, so she completely ignored the fake people who were ready to scare her and meditated with full concentration. Even when they opened their eyelids and forced her to look at their disgusting appearance, An Ling did not waver at all.

What a joke, it doesn't bite anyone, what's the point of just scaring people?

After several hours, An Ling finally heard the sound of roosters crowing, which meant that daytime had finally arrived.

An Ling slowly stopped trying to gather her strength and opened her eyes. She saw an amiable lady carrying a bowl of steaming millet porridge in. Seeing that her complexion had improved a lot, the lady was also very surprised and asked, "Miss An, you look much better!"

"Thank you for taking me in." An Ling said with a smile.

"Come on, come on, eat this bowl of porridge while it's hot and nourish your body."

An Ling declined, "I'm flattered that you guys let me stay here. I'm feeling much better now and I'm ready to go hunting in the mountains."

"What? You want to go hunting?" the old lady asked in surprise, "There are wolves in the mountains!"

An Ling raised the broken stars in her hand to the old lady and said with a smile: "It's okay, I have a sword."

“Oh, you…you kid…” The old lady didn’t know what she was thinking of, and she sobbed a little, “Okay, okay, I’m glad you have this kind heart. The wolves have been trying to attack the village, and we really can’t stand it any longer!”

Soon, An Ling took the spear provided by the village and prepared to go up the mountain to hunt wolves.

Before setting off, she ignored everyone's inquiries about her well-being and instead focused her attention on the position of the sun in the sky, estimating in her mind how long it would take until dark.

"You can't go out after dark, or wolves will eat people." An Ling pondered these two sentences and had a rough guess in her mind, but she still needed to experiment before she could be sure.

……

In the base camp, everyone looked at the tightly closed scroll with worry, helpless as to what to do.

"Is it because we are not the owners of the magic weapon that we can't open it?" Feng Yuan asked anxiously.

"No, no, no," the mysterious Tianqiong Sect disciple Gu Lingyun said softly, "I was once curious about the sect's magic weapon, and I also tried to crack the principle of the magic weapon. Guess what I discovered?"

He did not keep the secret any longer, but continued, "Each magic weapon corresponds to one or several 'rules', also known as the 'rule of cause and effect'. As long as the people and things conform to the description of the rule, then no matter how powerful they are, they will be affected."

"Obviously, Jiangshan Daoyuntu is such a magic weapon."

"The two of them were sucked into the scroll because they met a certain 'rule'. It is also because of that certain 'rule' that they cannot escape, and we cannot interfere with the scroll."

Li Feiling thought for a moment and asked, "What do you mean? We can't do anything but wait for them to come out on their own?"

"I'm afraid that's it."