Quick Transmigration: Forbidden to Covet Beautiful NPCs

Halfway up the mountain, a dilapidated mountain god temple has long watched over the village below.

Due to long-term neglect, the statues on the high platform bear the marks of time everywhere, except for the one with a blurred face, which looks brand new.

The group of people carried torches and groped their way up the mountain in the dark, carrying a lot of things in front and behind them.

Yan Zhihua walked at the front, his expression serious, and silently led the people behind him into the temple.

"Mountain God, the seventeenth patriarch of the Yan family and his descendants have come to pay homage."

Gusts of wind swept past, rustling the leaves. Under the moonlight, the black branches stretched out like claws, and the air was eerie and sinister.

Layer upon layer of green mountains stretch for thousands of miles, standing firmly like high, narrow barriers, concealing unknown dangers.

Qingshan Brigade is located deep in the mountains. The Yan family has lived here for generations and has always been protected by the mountain god. Every ten years, they go up the mountain to worship.

The last time Yan Zhihua offered sacrifices was four years ago. He didn't know why the mountain god temple was acting strangely, so he had to go up the mountain to check.

Yan Zhihua performed the ritual as usual, and nothing happened during the ceremony.

Someone couldn't help but whisper, "Captain, what's going on?"

Yan Zhihua looked down at the offerings in front of him, frowned in deep thought, and after a long while, said, "Let's go back first."

He plans to dig out the family genealogy records buried in the ground tonight and see if there are any precedents.

He glanced back at the bewildered but obedient young people at the back, then took another look at the young man who was dressed the cleanest and most neatly, before hunching over and walking away.

The wind was unusually strong tonight, whipping up dust and causing the torches to flicker, illuminating the path through the dense forest.

Yan Zhihua raised his hand to block the flying leaves, his trouser leg brushing against his thigh. He turned around and shouted, "Be careful, don't fall!"

He had memorized the location of the mountain god temple since childhood, and could find it accurately with just a glance. He could also see a corner of the temple in the distance, appearing and disappearing among the swaying branches.

Yan Liang casually broke off a dead branch blocking his path, frowned, and glanced back at the location of the mountain god temple, feeling uneasy.

Thinking of his bride waiting at home, his brow relaxed unconsciously, and he quickened his pace, deftly avoiding the surrounding obstacles, eager to get home.

"Hey, watch out—"

The person walking next to him shouted and reached out to grab him, but missed.

"Uncle, Uncle!"

"Yan Liang, can you hear me?"

"What just happened? Why did the wind suddenly blow?"

"Captain, what should we do now?"

Yan Zhihua frowned deeply, reached for his pipe but found nothing. He looked up and his gaze swept over the leaves of the trees around him, which were gradually coming to a standstill.

The wind stopped.

People around him made way for him to walk through.

Yan Zhihua arrived at the edge of the ravine, stretched his head to look down, but it was pitch black below, and he couldn't see or hear anything.

Many bushes grew along the edge of the ravine, blocking it. Just now, Yan Liang was blown off balance by the wind and fell into the ravine without warning.

The gully in the mountain valley leads all the way to the foot of the mountain. The slope is very steep and there are many rocks in the middle. It's hard to say how badly you would be injured if you fell down there.

"Is it...?" Someone glanced up at the mountain, a sigh escaping their lips.

Everyone could have noticed the unusual sound of the wind just now, and Yan Liang wasn't the only one walking on the side, so how come he was the only one who fell down?

They stretched the torch into the ravine, but it only illuminated a few meters at most. "Captain, it's too dark to see anything."

They were all very anxious; Yan Liang was still down there.

"He just got married today, how are we supposed to explain this to his wife?"

Yan Zhihua sighed softly, his hands behind his back, "Let's look for it."

……

After Wu Tongxue filled her stomach, she found a new set of toiletries.

Not long after, he felt sleepy and didn't wait any longer, returning to the bridal chamber to rest.

With a creak, the wooden window next door rattled in the wind, making a screeching sound that lasted for a long time.

Wu Tongxue paused, stopped changing her clothes, walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked out through the glass window.

The courtyard was empty, with the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree in the middle swaying and rustling.

Finding nothing amiss, he returned to the bedside, no longer touching his dress, abandoning his plan to find other clothes to change into from the closet, and slept fully clothed.

At night, a shadow covered the dark clouds, plunging the earth into deeper darkness.

Clean and beautiful blue brick houses lie quietly on this land, with many places decorated with festive red decorations.

A candle was lit in a room, its flame flickering and casting a shimmering orange glow that illuminated a beautiful face.

A weak body is easily fatigued. Wu Tongxue had fallen into a deep sleep, her long eyelashes curled, her lips pale, and her delicate, smooth neck exposed to the air.