Not following the expected path? Reborn and unexpectedly married to a demon.

Jin Wuchen didn't say anything, but silently served her the meat.

Chu Luo thought it was better that he didn't understand her meaning.

"If one day I can get rid of the great villain, all I want is to live a peaceful and ordinary life."

Before Chu Luo could finish speaking, her attention was drawn to the goose leg that Jing Yuan handed her. She quickly accepted it with a smile and began to devour it.

After they finished eating, Chu Luo wanted to help Jing Yuan wash the dishes, but Jing Yuan didn't let her do it.

She couldn't help but think that this kind of life was really good.

After finishing everything, Chu Luo thought for a moment, then stood in front of Jin Wuchen and mustered up her courage to say, "Brother Jingyuan, could you take me out for a visit sometime when you go out?"

Jin Wuchen was somewhat puzzled. Chu Luo had clearly been terrified of the cliff outside, and he had thought she might not be able to get out so soon. It turned out he had underestimated Chu Luo's courage and boldness.

Jin Wuchen nodded when he saw Chu Luo's determined eyes. Before the wind subsided a bit the next afternoon, he took her out.

Chu Luo followed closely behind him, standing once again on the edge of that bottomless abyss, her legs still trembling uncontrollably.

Jin Wuchen took her hand at the opportune moment and said, "I'll take you away."

As Chu Luo followed behind him, she wanted to ask if she could grab the hem of his clothes. Now that she was completely relaxed, she wasn't so scared anymore.

She has a fear of heights, which may not be something that courage alone can overcome.

Jin Wuchen led her for a while until they reached a more spacious platform.

Looking around, Chu Luo was at a loss. Above her was a towering height, and below, the clouds and mist seemed to obscure the bottom.

They were on the edge of a cliff, unable to go up or down. It was a combination of luck and skill that they were able to survive.

"Brother Jingyuan, how did you get here?" Chu Luo asked in confusion.

“I fell off a cliff while gathering herbs, and then you fell down too,” Jin Wuchen wrote in her palm, following her guess.

"Did you hear a loud bang when you fell?" Chu Luo pressed.

Jin Wuchen nodded.

Chu Luo felt a pang of guilt; Brother Jingyuan must have fallen because of the explosion.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault that you fell and got stuck here," Chu Luo said, not wanting to hide it from him.

"Why do you say it's your fault? You don't look like you're from around here. Why did you come here?" Jin Wuchen asked her, writing on the ground with a twig.

Chu Luo was preoccupied with how to explain things to Jing Yuan, and for a moment she didn't notice that a person who spent years collecting herbs could write so neatly with a twig in his left hand.

Chu Luo took a deep breath and said, "The commotion we made that day was my doing, but I meant no harm. As for why I came to this place, it's because I wanted to gather herbs for someone very important."

"This place is dangerous; many people can't get in. How can you guarantee you'll find the medicine and get out alive?"

Jin Wuchen knew why she blew up the mountain, so he didn't ask any more questions. However, he was curious about who she was risking her life to save and what grudge she had against Feng Zhe.

According to the investigation, she and Feng Zhe never had any deep-seated hatred for each other, so it's not like she would keep harping on him. Yet she even hates Feng Zhe in her dreams. Could it be related to the person she's trying to save?

"I'm not sure if I can get out of here alive, but I've figured out a way to get the medicine I found out out there," Chu Luo told him without hiding anything.

"Who is the person you want to save? Is it your lover or a relative?" Jin Wuchen didn't know who was worth her facing her fears and risking her life for.

Chu Luo shook her head. "Neither. I've never met the person I'm supposed to save. If there's any connection, it's that I've read his books, agree with his ideas, and admire him."

Jin Wuchen was somewhat surprised by her words, and had probably already guessed who it was. It was because of this person that she was disappointed in him and left the Jin family.

"Is it worth it to meet someone you've never met before?" Jin Wuchen asked.

Chu Luo looked at the question he had written down and nodded firmly, "There are lighter and heavier deaths. The person I want to save can save many people and bring a lot of hope. It's worth it to exchange my life for him."

Jin Wuchen had always wanted to correct her view that her life was insignificant, and that both Shao Sheng Feihong and Chu Luo were equally important.

Her recklessness was a real headache for him.

"You kept calling out a name while you were unconscious. Was it him?" Chu Luo only called out Feng Zhe's name when she was unconscious. Jin Wuchen naturally knew that it wasn't the person she had saved, but he wanted to use this opportunity to ask Chu Luo about her connection with Feng Zhe.

"Should I call for someone? Who did I call for while I was unconscious?" Chu Luo was somewhat surprised, unsure of what she had said or how much she had said while unconscious, and was a little worried.

But looking at the honest Jingyuan in front of her, and at this place where she didn't know if she could leave, she felt relieved.

"Do you remember who I called?" Chu Luo couldn't remember, so she had to ask Jing Yuan.

"I couldn't hear very clearly, only some words, it seemed to include 'Chu'."

"Chu... should be someone from my former family, but not anymore," Chu Luo thought, thinking it must be Chu Yinmei.

Jin Wuchen wrote the character "游" (yóu, meaning to travel or wander).

Upon seeing the character "游," Chu Luo smiled. "游 should be Fei Zhiyou. He's a close friend of mine, a very good doctor, and a trustworthy friend."

Hearing this unsurprising answer, Jin Wuchen was at a loss for what to do. For some reason, Chu Luo had no ill feelings towards Fei Zhiyou, and no matter how much effort he put in, he could not gain her trust like Fei Zhiyou did.

Jin Wuchen tentatively wrote the character "尘" (chen).

Chu Luo stared at the character "Chen" and remained silent.

When she lost consciousness after the explosion, the last person she saw in her mind was Jin Wuchen.

"Should I mention anyone else?" Chu Luo said, skipping the question.

Jin Wuchen's hand holding the wooden stick suddenly stopped. His long hair concealed his displeased and helpless expression. He subtly wrote down another sentence: "What you mention most often is Feng something."

"It's Feng Zhe," Chu Luo said with absolute certainty, her eyes instantly turning cold.

This made Jin Wuchen slightly relieved; at least Chu Luo simply didn't talk about him, and when she thought of him, she didn't show that deep-seated hatred.

Jin Wuchen nodded, wrote on the ground, "You seem to dislike this person very much," and then waited for her to continue.

Chu Luo looked into the distance and slowly said, "It's not that I dislike him, it's that I hate him, hate him to the bone. If I could exchange my life for his, he would have died long ago."

Chu Luo knew what he wanted to ask. She had kept this secret in her heart for too long, and she had carried this secret alone for too long. After going through this life-or-death experience, she told Jing Yuan about Feng Zhe's future destruction of the country and massacre, as well as the long-lived slaves.

Feng Zhe is more terrifying than the devils of hell.

Based on the current trend, Feng Zhe may indeed do what Chu Luo said in the future, but how could Chu Luo know that he would carry out massacres, achieve immortality, and destroy the country?

The scene she described was so realistic and detailed, and her expression made it seem as if she had personally experienced it countless times.

Jin Wuchen wanted to ask, "How did you know that?"

Chu Luo was the first to anticipate his thoughts and said, "You're probably going to ask me how I know?"

Jin Wuchen nodded in agreement.

Chu Luo smiled bitterly, "Because I came from that hell, carrying countless resentments."