Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

"Ah—!" He made a decisive move, severing his right arm with his left hand and fingers together like a knife.

The severed arm turned to ashes the moment it hit the ground, yet not a single drop of blood seeped from the wound.

The candles in the stone chamber went out all at once, leaving only his heavy breathing in the darkness. The man in black robes staggered backward, knocking over the bronze lamp stand. By the moonlight streaming in from the window, the cursed markings on his face could be seen spreading at an alarming rate.

"What a Shen Chumo..." He gritted his teeth, took out a jade bottle from his pocket, poured out three scarlet pills, and swallowed them.

The spread of the curse marks slowed slightly, but the soul worm in the left eye socket began to stir restlessly.

Suddenly, the jade bottle shattered with a "crack". The black-robed man's expression changed drastically, and he coughed up a mouthful of black blood.

The blood that fell to the ground wriggled as if it were alive, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into dozens of tiny black snakes, hissing and flicking their tongues as they swam toward him.

“Even my natal Gu…” He hurriedly formed hand seals, but the black snakes suddenly changed direction and all crawled into his torn sleeve. The black-robed man let out a scream that was not human, and his whole body swelled up like an inflating balloon.

"boom!"

With a muffled thud, only an empty black robe remained on the spot.

The ghostly blue soul worm slowly crawled out from under the robe, its body more than twice as thick as before.

It greedily devoured the scattered remnants of the elixir, then suddenly raised its head alertly—in the shadows of a corner of the stone chamber, a pair of boots embroidered with gold thread had appeared out of nowhere.

“Useless.” The newcomer sighed softly, his voice like shattered ice striking each other.

The soul worm curled up in terror, but was lifted into the air by an invisible force.

The moonlight illuminated the newcomer's silver mask, and the blood-red gem embedded in the center of the mask's forehead reflected the ghostly blue body of the soul worm.

"Since your master can't even handle a portrait..." The silver-masked man flicked his fingertips, and the soul worm emitted a cry like a baby's, "Then go scout ahead for me."

With a "whoosh," the soul worm transformed into a stream of light and disappeared into the gem.

The silver-masked man turned around with a flick of his sleeve, and all the human skin scrolls on the wall spontaneously combusted without wind. In the firelight, Shen Chumo's portrait could be vaguely seen smiling slightly at him.

In an off-road vehicle a hundred miles away, Shen Chumo, who was resting with her eyes closed, suddenly opened them.

She opened her palm, and a ray of golden light slipped through her fingers.

"What's wrong?" Ji Linchuan, who was driving, turned his head to ask.

Shen Chumo gazed at the snow-capped mountains outside the window, a slight smile playing on her lips: "It's nothing, I just crushed a bug."

At the foot of the Kunlun Mountains, dusk was falling.

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan drove into a small village called "Qingxi Village".

The village is built against the mountain, with simple wooden houses scattered in an orderly manner, and wisps of smoke rising in the twilight. At first glance, it presents a peaceful and tranquil scene.

However, as soon as Shen Chumo stepped into the village, her brows furrowed slightly.

"What's wrong?" Ji Linchuan noticed her unusual behavior and asked in a low voice.

Shen Chumo gently stroked the silver needle hidden in her sleeve with her fingertips, her gaze sweeping over the stone tablet at the village entrance: "This village...something's not right."

Ji Linchuan followed her gaze and saw the three characters "Qingxi Village" engraved on the stone tablet. The characters were simple and ancient, but dark red patterns could be vaguely seen at the bottom of the stone tablet, like dried bloodstains.

"Let's find a place to stay first," Shen Chumo said calmly. "Don't alert them."

As soon as the two entered the village, an elderly man with white hair and beard approached them with a kind smile: "Are you two from out of town?"

Ji Linchuan nodded: "We are tourists hiking in the Kunlun Mountains and would like to stay overnight in the village."

The old man smiled warmly and said, "I am the village chief of Qingxi Village. It's rare for the village to have guests. Why don't you stay at my house?"

Shen Chumo's eyes flickered slightly, and a faint smile appeared on her lips: "Then I'll have to trouble the village chief."

The village chief's house is the most spacious wooden house in the village, with simple yet clean furnishings.

After putting down their luggage, Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan strolled around the village, walking slowly along the bluestone path.

The air was filled with a faint aroma of mugwort, but with a subtle hint of sweet and fishy smell.

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan walked slowly along the bluestone path. The faint, sweet and fishy smell of mugwort in the air became more and more obvious.

"This smell..." Ji Linchuan lowered his voice, his brows furrowed.

Shen Chumo nodded almost imperceptibly, her fingertips forming a calming spell in her sleeve to shut out the unpleasant aura.

Turning a corner, they saw several villagers sitting around chatting under the old locust tree.

"Are the offerings ready for this year?" an old woman with a wrinkled face asked in a low voice, her withered fingers constantly fidgeting with the hem of her clothes.

“It’s all prepared,” the lean, middle-aged man beside him grinned, revealing uneven, yellow teeth. “Those outsiders kept in the back hills are quite fat.”

"Shh—" Another villager nervously looked around, his eyes meeting Shen Chumo's as she passed by. He immediately put on a憨厚 smile, "A guest strolling through the village?"

Shen Chumo pretended not to have heard their previous conversation and nodded with a slight smile: "Yes, the scenery in this village is truly beautiful."

"That's good. Our Qingxi Village is famous for its beautiful scenery."

The group watched the two walk away, their eyes concealing ill intent.

"This woman is too beautiful; it's a waste to use her as a sacrifice. How about we?"

Before the lean man could finish speaking, the old woman slapped him hard on the back of the head: "Are you out of your mind?! The village chief said the offerings must remain intact, otherwise, if we anger Lord Xuanming, the whole village will be buried alive with him!"

After walking a distance, Ji Linchuan's face had turned ashen: "They were talking about...sacrificial offerings?"

A cold glint flashed in Shen Chumo's eyes: "It seems we've arrived just in time."

Continuing on, they passed a pharmacy, from which they could hear intermittent conversations.

"...The village chief wants the two newcomers to be added to tomorrow night's ritual..." a hoarse male voice said.

"Isn't this too hasty?" another voice hesitated. "That man doesn't seem like a simple person..."

"What's there to be afraid of?" a hoarse voice sneered. "No matter how powerful someone is, after drinking our 'Forget-Me-Not Tea,' they'll be at our mercy."

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan exchanged a glance, both seeing coldness in each other's eyes.

As dusk fell, wisps of smoke rose from the village chimneys. Passing by a house, I could hear a mother and child talking through the open window.

"Mother, why can't we eat the meat from the back mountain?" a childish voice asked.

"Shh...that meat isn't clean..." the mother's voice was extremely low. "Remember what I said, never drink well water, and only eat the wild vegetables I pick from the mountain..."

Suddenly, a sharp "snap" came from inside the house, followed by the child's aggrieved cries.

"Stop talking nonsense!" a gruff male voice roared. "The village chief said the meat from the back mountain is a blessing from the mountain god! Not eating it is disrespectful to the gods!"

Shen Chumo paused slightly, and Ji Linchuan immediately understood, pulling her away quickly.

Back at the village chief's house, dinner was already prepared. The table was laden with a sumptuous spread, with a large bowl of fragrant stewed meat at the very center.

At dinner, the village chief's wife served steaming hot stewed meat and homemade rice wine, the aroma of which was irresistible.

"Come, try our village's specialty!" The village chief smiled and poured wine for the two men. "This meat is wild game from the mountains, incredibly fresh!"

Shen Chumo lowered her eyes to look at the meat in the bowl. The meat was tender, but it had a strange dark red color.

She flicked her fingertip lightly under the table, and a stream of spiritual energy silently seeped into her flesh.

—The meat contained a wisp of yin energy!

She looked up and saw the village chief staring intently at her and Ji Linchuan, a glint of greed in his eyes.

"Village Chief," Shen Chumo put down her chopsticks, smiling broadly, "what kind of animal is this meat from? It has a very unique flavor."

The village chief's smile remained unchanged: "It's a wild deer from the mountains, just hunted a few days ago."

Shen Chumo nodded, not asking any further questions, but secretly transmitted her voice to Ji Linchuan: "Don't eat."

Ji Linchuan understood and, using the excuse that he couldn't hold his liquor, only took a small sip of rice wine.

It's quiet at night.

Shen Chumo and Ji Linchuan were assigned to guest rooms on the second floor.

After confirming that the village chief and his wife had returned to their room, Shen Chumo flicked her finger, and a soundproof talisman was placed on the door to ensure that their conversation would not be heard.

“There’s something wrong with this village,” Shen Chumo said in a low voice. “The meat is mixed with yin energy; ordinary people who eat it will gradually have their minds controlled.”

Ji Linchuan frowned: "You mean, the entire village has been manipulated?"

Shen Chumo shook her head: "Not entirely. I just used my spiritual power to investigate. Some people in the village have normal auras, but the village chief and a few of his close relatives... have an evil aura about them."

She took out a small paper figure, touched it with her fingertip, and the paper figure came to life, hopping and skipping through the crack in the door: "Let it go and scout."

The paper figures moved silently through the village, and Shen Chumo closed her eyes and focused her mind, sharing the paper figures' perspective.

The village appeared peaceful, but after the paper figure passed through several houses, it discovered a strange altar hidden in the cellar, covered with white bones.

Even more horrifying, in a secluded wooden hut, several villagers were mechanically dissecting a fresh corpse, while next to them, a large pot was cooking "wild game" that looked exactly like their dinner...

Shen Chumo suddenly opened her eyes, her gaze icy: "They're feeding the villagers with human flesh."

Ji Linchuan's expression changed drastically: "What?!"

Just then, light footsteps came from downstairs.

Shen Chumo grabbed Ji Linchuan's hand, signaling him to be quiet.

Outside the door, the village chief's aged and deep voice echoed faintly in the air: "Are you two guests asleep?"

Shen Chumo's heart tightened, and she immediately became alert.

Spiritual power quietly gathered at her fingertips, like a cheetah poised to pounce, ready to strike without hesitation at the slightest disturbance.

However, her tone remained calm and normal, as if nothing had happened: "Is there something you need, Village Chief?"

The village chief's voice came again, with a chilling, eerie laugh: "It's cool at night, so I brought you two some hot tea."

Upon hearing this, Ji Linchuan glanced at Shen Chumo, seemingly asking for his opinion.

Shen Chumo nodded slightly, gesturing for him to open the door. Ji Linchuan stood up, slowly walked to the door, and then gently opened it.

The instant the door opened, Shen Chumo's pupils contracted sharply. He witnessed a shocking scene—the village chief stood outside, a stiff smile on his face, a smile that looked both unnatural and terrifying.

Behind the village chief stood a dozen or so villagers, their eyes vacant and lifeless, their hands gripping sharp machetes, the cold light gleaming in the moonlight, revealing a strong killing intent!

"Guests have come from afar," the village chief's voice suddenly turned sinister, "Why don't you... stay forever?"

Before he could finish speaking, the villagers pounced on him!

Shen Chumo pulled Ji Linchuan back and flicked out several silver needles, causing the first few villagers to fall to the ground.

But more people surged forward, their movements stiff yet swift, as if they felt no pain.

"They're under control!" Shen Chumo said coldly. "Don't kill them, just knock them out!"

Ji Linchuan was agile and knocked down several villagers with elbow strikes, but there were too many of them, so the two were forced to retreat to the window.

"Jump!" Shen Chumo pushed open the window, grabbed Ji Linchuan, and jumped down.

Upon landing, she quickly formed a hand seal, and a golden light temporarily blocked the pursuing villagers.

"To the village entrance!" Shen Chumo grabbed Ji Linchuan and rushed out of the village. "This village is the eyes and ears of the Chenmen; we've been discovered!"

Just as the two reached the stone tablet at the village entrance, the ground suddenly began to shake violently!

The dark red patterns on the stone tablet glowed with a blinding blood light, and a huge black shadow emerged from the ground—it was a rotting corpse dog, as big as a calf, with foul-smelling slime dripping from its fangs.

"Roar—!" The corpse hound roared and pounced!

Shen Chumo pushed Ji Linchuan away, gathered spiritual power in her palm, and slashed a wind blade at the corpse dog.

The corpse dog was split in two, but strangely, its body wriggled and reassembled itself!

“This thing is unkillable!” Ji Linchuan raised his gun and fired, but the bullet passed through the corpse dog’s body as if it had hit cotton.

Shen Chumo gritted her teeth: "It's a corpse puppet; we must find the talisman to control it!"

Her gaze swept over the stone tablet, and she suddenly noticed a blood-red rune engraved on the back of the tablet.

"There it is!" She leaped toward the stone tablet, gathering spiritual power at her fingertips, and slammed it down on the runes!

"boom!"

The stone tablet shattered, and the corpse dog let out a mournful howl before turning into a pool of rotting flesh.

However, all the villagers had already gathered around, their eyes glowing with an eerie green light in the night, like walking corpses.

"This is really something, it never ends..." Shen Chumo made a hand seal, preparing to unleash a massacre, when a clear and melodious sword cry suddenly came from afar!

A figure in white arrived on a sword, its blade flashing like snow, instantly felling several villagers.

The man landed in front of Shen Chumo, sheathed his long sword, and revealed a handsome and otherworldly face.

"Are you two alright?" The man in white smiled slightly. "I am Bai Ziqing, a disciple of Kunlun."

Shen Chumo narrowed her eyes: "Kunlun Sect?"

Bai Ziqing nodded, his gaze sweeping over the frozen villagers, and sighed, "This village has long been turned into a 'corpse-raising ground,' the living are all puppets, there's no hope."

He raised his hand to form a seal, and a clear light enveloped the entire village. The villagers' bodies dissipated like grains of sand, eventually turning into wisps of black smoke, which were then collected into the jade bottle in his hand.

Ji Linchuan stared at the scene in shock: "They..."

"She has been dead for a long time, but her actions are being controlled by evil magic." Bai Ziqing put away the jade bottle and looked at Shen Chumo. "Miss, you possess spiritual power; you must also be a cultivator?"