Reborn as a girl, I will live forever in the world of immortality

Ancient Forbidden Land

Three beams of light landed on a patch of red scorched earth.

A flash of light revealed three figures.

The three people were two men and one woman, an old man with an immortal look, a middle-aged man with a dignified appearance, and a beautiful woman dressed like a noble lady.

"How is Mr. Feng? Can you tell what escaped?"

The old man stood quietly on the devastated, barren land.

His deep and vicissitudes eyes stared at the scene in front of him, and his brows were tightly furrowed.

He shook his head slightly, muttering to himself, "Although there are a few within this ancient forbidden land powerful enough to cause such a tragedy, all of them possess great magical powers. If one of them truly escaped, given Kunlun Peak's vigilance, how could they have gone unnoticed? Therefore, in my opinion, this incident was not the work of those individuals."

After saying this, a look of deep doubt suddenly appeared on the old man's face, and he muttered to himself: "Besides them, there is actually a fourth mysterious person hiding here?"

The old man opened his mouth slightly and suddenly exhaled a stream of air as white as snow. As soon as this white air appeared, it seemed to possess life and self-awareness, rapidly twisting and turning in the air, and gradually condensing into the outline of a human figure.

If He Ling were here at this moment, she would surely be stunned by what she saw. This was because the human figure formed by the white mist in the air was a replay of the scene when she confronted the other two old men that day!

However, what is surprising is that only the lower half of He Ling's body is visible, while his head and shoulders appear extremely blurry, as if they are covered by an invisible barrier.

The middle-aged man was also puzzled. "What is this person's origin? It's fine if he can't show his existence, but this aura is clearly that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, and even she can't show it?"

The beautiful woman also spoke, "Could it be that some being has taken over her body?"

The three of them discussed it and agreed that this was the most likely possibility.

After the discussion, the other two looked at the oldest old man.

"Master Feng, what should we do now?"

The old man thought for a moment, raised his hand and waved it, a jade talisman floated out, and then pointed at the white gas around He Ling's body, and the white gas fell into the jade talisman.

"Send the secret guards to find the owner of this aura first, but don't alert the enemy. Let's see what it's going to do first."

"Yes."

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With a "branch" sound, the door was opened.

A woman in a bright red dress walked in.

As soon as she came in, she couldn't wait to hug He Ling in her arms.

He Ling did not dare to resist at all, like an obedient cat.

Then He Ling's face turned red.

The woman's hand that was stroking He Ling's back began to move around uncontrollably, moving up and down, just like stroking a kitten.

He Ling's nose moved slightly, and she smelled a faint smell of blood, but He Ling pretended not to notice it and did not dare to move.

The woman buried her head in He Ling's neck, and it was a long time before she raised her head.

"Sister, we can leave today. How about it? Are you happy?"

"Uh-huh."

After leaving the inn, they slowly got into a carriage.

I walked out of the city and followed the mountain road, not knowing where I was going.

He Ling was a little confused. She really couldn't understand this woman. Although she looked like a girl in her twenties, she was actually an old monster who was unknown how old she was. But what she did was really similar to that of a girl.

Not only did she not kill people easily, but she was also interested in the little gadgets of mortals. She even traveled in this leisurely carriage, just like a girl out for fun.

The woman in the carriage was holding He Ling. It was summer now and they had already entered the mountains. Cicadas were chirping all around them and the weather was hot. They were holding each other very tightly, but the woman's body was very cold, like a piece of ice. He Ling could not feel the heat at all and even felt a little chill. Fortunately, monks were immune to cold and heat, so He Ling only felt a little uncomfortable.

The carriage was not moving slowly, but for a monk who could fly with a sword, it was as slow as a turtle.

Slowly the sun sets.

The horse neighed slightly, and an old man's voice was heard.

"Miss, we're just ahead of Huchi Mountain. It's a very strange place. If you want to go there again, I suggest you leave at dawn tomorrow."

"No need to say more, just keep going."

The coachman wanted to persuade him again, but when he thought of the generous amount of silver, he gritted his teeth and continued on his way.

Inside the carriage, He Ling frowned, "Is this ghost energy?"

She looked at the woman with some confusion, but wisely asked nothing.

after awhile.

A gust of cold wind blew, lifting the curtain, and He Ling saw a hint of red.

The land here is actually all red, there is not even a tree around, only sparse green grass.

At this time, the woman began to become dishonest.

She held He Ling's hand even tighter and leaned her head on He Ling's shoulder.

"Sister, I want you to do me a favor."

He Ling felt a little uncomfortable, "Senior, just say it directly." She didn't think she could refuse.

"Can you let me take another bite?"

He Ling was a little flustered, "Senior, my body has just recovered, and now..."

"Hehe, last time it was because my sister was not well behaved. Don't worry, this time I will only bite you and won't suck your blood."

He Ling felt a little strange. Logically speaking, if she was such a terrifying being as a woman, would she reason with He Ling?

No matter how kind she is, He Ling will not be able to reason with her at all.

And thinking back to the last time, it seemed that this woman bit him only after getting his consent.

He Ling had a vague grasp of something in his heart.

A tentative thought came to mind.

"Senior, if that's the case, can I bite anywhere?"

The woman said coquettishly, "But I want to bite your neck."

He Ling raised his finger and said, "Senior, I have just recovered and am still very weak. If you want to bite it, can I use your finger?"

"Huh, sister is so mean."

After saying this, the woman couldn't wait to hold He Ling's fingers in her hand.

She opened her red lips, revealing her slender tongue. She was not in a hurry, but began to lick He Ling's white and tender fingers.

He Ling blushed. She looked too erotic.

After licking it for a while, she put her finger into her mouth.

He Ling's face turned even redder. She could even feel the woman's slippery pink tongue and hard teeth in her mouth. The combination of the two gave He Ling an alternative and stimulating experience.

What she didn't notice was that her breathing had quickened.

After licking for a while, the sharp canine teeth were exposed. There was a slight stinging sensation, and blood with fragrance flowed out.

A hint of red light flashed in the woman's eyes, and seductive lines began to climb up her face, but she immediately suppressed the rising red light.

She rolled up a few drops of blood with her pink tongue, and then she reluctantly spat out her finger.

He Ling's face flushed at this moment. Seeing the woman stop, she even felt a sense of pity in her heart.

Realizing this terrible thought, He Ling silently repeated in his heart several times, this woman is an old monster, this woman is an old monster, and then he suppressed the strange emotions in his heart.

However, this somewhat ambiguous scene did not last long, as inky blood began to drip from the fingertips.

With a "tick", a drop of blood fell on the wooden board of the carriage, and a strange fragrance came.

He Ling was stunned. When did her blood become so fragrant? How could she never have noticed it before?

But thinking back, she was rarely injured. The only times she was injured were when she was surrounded by powerful enemies. She didn't pay attention to the scent of blood at all. After that, she healed her wounds by cutting flesh directly, and her focus was not on the scent at all.

"Tick", another drop of blood fell.

The wind nearby suddenly became violent, making the curtains rustle.

A fearful voice came from outside the carriage, "Miss, this place is weird. Let's turn back now. There's still time."

"Go on."

The coachman didn't dare to walk anymore. The wind just now had blown away some of his spirit. He didn't care about the money at this moment. He just jumped off the carriage and ran behind him.

The woman's eyes turned red, but for some reason, she didn't take any action.

The groom staggered as if drunk, and ran desperately down the mountain, mumbling some inaudible words as he ran.

"Sister, please help and let this horse continue to move forward."

He Ling nodded, cast a small spell, and the horse continued to move forward.

The carriage continued to move forward for a while. The wind became stronger and stronger, whistling and sweeping past, making it almost impossible to open one's eyes.

The surrounding scene became increasingly eerie and terrifying. Pile of bones began to emerge from the originally bare red earth. Some were intact, while others were incomplete, which was horrifying.

In the darkness, pairs of blood-red eyes quietly opened and stared at the slowly moving carriage, like hungry wolves eyeing delicious prey.

However, although these ghosts hiding in the dark were watching with eager eyes, no one dared to take a step forward rashly, as if they were afraid of something.

In this way, the carriage continued to move forward in this strange and tense atmosphere.

As I walked, the scenery in front of me suddenly changed drastically.

The originally empty and desolate road disappeared, replaced by a dense and deep forest.

The surrounding area is full of huge trees that reach into the clouds, with lush and intertwined branches and leaves that block out the sun.

What is even more horrifying is that the corpses are hanging on the trees like dried bacon, swaying gently in the breeze.

They were covered in dark red blood, and from time to time drops of blood slid down from their corpses and dripped onto the ground, making a crisp sound, as if a bloody rainstorm had begun.

Faced with such a weird and terrifying scene, even He Ling couldn't help but turn pale and his throat rolled involuntarily.

She subconsciously turned her head and looked at the woman.

But when he took a closer look, he found that the woman had disappeared at some point, without even a trace left.

He Ling: “................”