Where does that wicked woman get her conscience?

Dongyang cleaned the ground up, his face full of embarrassment, and he stammered, "Xiao Xun, wait a moment, I'll go get another bowl of porridge."

Although his words didn't explicitly mention any difficulty, his embarrassed appearance and the fact that he had to hold back his words for so long made it clear that getting the porridge was probably going to be tough.

Feeling very groggy, Guan Xun had no appetite and shook her head, saying, "No need, I'm not hungry."

"This won't do, your health..." Dongyang suddenly became anxious and turned to walk out.

"Get to work! Get to work!"

Before he could finish speaking, a loud, impatient, and hostile shout came from outside.

"I'll just have some water." Guan Xun acted as if he hadn't heard him and pushed the blanket next to him on the bed further in.

"Okay, I'll be back soon."

Dongyang hurriedly poured her a glass of water, and before leaving, he didn't forget to give her a few words of advice.

After the door closed, Guan Xun sat down on the edge of the bed and looked down at the shiny black bracelet on her wrist. It was covered with strange patterns that she couldn't understand and found extremely ugly and messy.

As she gently touched it, the cool and smooth feel on her fingertips surprised her. She had thought it was made of wood or iron because of its ugly appearance, but she never expected it to be made of jade. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, who would have thought that there were even patterns carved on it?

Is it obsidian?

In Guan Xun's understanding, this jade must be made of obsidian. This kind of jade is extremely rare, smooth and light, and is mostly used to make spiritual artifacts. It is very expensive. How could the original owner, in such a situation, have such a thing?

Thinking that she could live a life of luxury by selling it, Guan Xun held it and tried to take it off, but no matter what method she used, she failed.

It was significantly larger than a bony hand, so it should have been easy to remove.

After several attempts, she gave up.

Looking at the character 'Xun' engraved on the inside of the bracelet, Guan Xun felt that if this was not a coincidence, then it could only be fate.

She raised her hand to check the temperature of her forehead, then looked back at the thick blanket on the bed and couldn't help but click her tongue twice.

In such hot weather, it's really hard to understand why someone with a high fever would be covered with so many blankets.

Presumably, this is how the original owner was worn down.

She was able to come back to life only because the original owner of this body was outlived; she should be the one to thank her.

Thinking it over, Guan Xun shrugged at the empty bed: "I'll live the life of wealth and luxury for you from now on."

Then, she walked over to the chair and sat down. This simple action caused a thin layer of sweat to appear on her forehead.

The girl's body is too weak; she cannot move freely at all.

So this is what it feels like to be willing but powerless; she finally understands it now.

She took a breath and sensed the faint fluctuations of spiritual energy around her. She then tried to circulate her internal energy to check her physical condition.

But the next second, a sudden tightness gripped my heart, a sharp pain shot through me, and a hot, metallic taste surged up my throat.

"Uh!"

Blood immediately spilled from the corner of his mouth and dripped onto the ground.

Really bad!

After spitting out all the blood in his mouth, Guan Xun was filled with regret. He had acted too hastily and needed to wait until he felt better before he could practice.

She tore a piece of cloth off the bed and threw it on the ground, rubbing it back and forth with her feet. If she didn't clean the bloodstains, Dongyang would nag her again when he came back.

The smell of blood emanating from the ground, mixed with the existing smell of blood in the air, made the odor inside the house even stronger.

Guan Xun's five senses were very sharp. From the moment he woke up, he noticed that the room was filled with the smell of blood. No, it should be said that the whole courtyard smelled of blood. The place outside must not be a good place.

But the room was too stuffy, so she pushed open the window next to her, and the outside air rushed into the room like a tide.

A strong, pungent smell of blood mixed with a foul stench assaulted her nostrils.

"Ugh, ugh..."

Guan Xun's stomach churned, and he couldn't help but gag a few times. He instinctively covered his mouth and nose; the room had just been ventilated, which was why the stench was so strong.

Aside from the stench of blood, the air was still thick with the aura of demonic beasts and faint, mournful howls.

Monster?

By the way, Dongyang said that the original owner was frightened by a demon beast, which is why he fell seriously ill. No wonder he locked the house so tightly.

Sorrowful, angry, and trembling howls echoed through the courtyard, accompanied by thuds.

Guan Xun rested his elbows on the window, his fingertips tapping lightly on the windowsill as he listened intently to the sounds.

That was the sound of a knife cutting into flesh and bone.

She raised an eyebrow slightly; without even looking, she could guess the gist of it.

The flesh of demonic beasts is a good thing. They coexist with spiritual energy for a long time and cultivate by converting spiritual energy from birth, which makes their flesh have an exceptionally powerful nourishing and health-preserving effect.

In the case of injuries, those who have consumed monster meat recover faster and more fully than those who have not.

Unfortunately, the flesh of the monster is as coarse as sand, with a mixture of sour and bitter tastes, and a strong, pungent odor that cannot be eliminated no matter how it is cooked or how many ingredients are added.

This is their mechanism for protecting themselves; almost no one can swallow it.

Of course, there are exceptions; some people are just naturally drawn to this kind of thing.

Without the tenderness of fish or the freshness of poultry, why is there such a large-scale slaughter?

Guan Xun couldn't help but feel confused; she didn't believe that animal meat would become more delicious over time.

The only explanation is that there are more people who are naturally drawn to this kind of thing.

Guan Xun slept soundly, and with the windows open for ventilation, he slept much more comfortably.

When she woke up, Dongyang was already sitting inside, fanning the porridge with a dry leaf.

"Why are you sitting up? You're still very weak."

When Dongyang saw that she had woken up, he wanted to go forward, but Guan Xun waved his hand to stop him.

"fine."

"Ahem, cough."

Guan Xun couldn't help but cough a few times. After resting for a while, he did feel better, and his fever subsided.

However, her five senses were more acute, and the stench was more stimulating to her sense of smell than before.

What would happen if we waited until she was fully recovered?

They didn't die from the disease, but from the fumes.

Besides, she felt sticky all over and didn't know how long it had been since she had washed herself.

Anyway, this place is not a place to stay.

The sound of coughing made Dongyang tense.

The doctor had said long ago that this environment was not conducive to recovery, but he had no other choice.

He had to work day and night, and his younger sister couldn't even eat properly, so he couldn't leave her alone at home and had to take her with him.

At this point, Dongyang suddenly realized that his younger sister was no longer mentally challenged.

"The smell here must be awful, right? If you were to recover at home, you might get better faster."

"Home?" Guan Xun was taken aback.

Dongyang nodded: "I will take you home tomorrow. You stay here and recover. I will be back around mealtimes."

Seeing their desolate appearance, Guan Xun thought their family lived here, or at least had been taken in by the locals. He really didn't expect this.

"No," she denied immediately. "This smell gives me a headache. I think I'd better go home as soon as possible."

As night approached, Dongyang was worried about leaving Guan Xun alone, but considering his illness, he could only agree.

The place where Guan Xun was staying was beyond her expectations. She had thought it would be in some remote place, but it turned out to be on a very bustling street.

The area was packed with people, so crowded that it was impossible to move, and there was a constant stream of vehicles transporting monsters.

In contrast, the location of the home is quite different.

The location is remote, at the foot of a slope.

The high slope stretched as far as the eye could see, its top flat and covered with lush trees, while below lay a vast plain.

Looking at it from all angles, it's as if the two have intentionally drawn a dividing line.

"Huh? The Illusionary Forest?" Guan Xun was surprised by the familiar scene and couldn't help but murmur.

His house is actually at the foot of the slope in the Illusionary Forest?!

"Hmm." Dongyang paused slightly, not wondering how her sister knew, assuming that she still remembered what she had heard and heard during her period of mental impairment.

"Xiao Xun, sit down and have some porridge first." After placing the porridge he had carried all the way on the table, he turned around and picked up the moss-covered wooden bucket. "I'll go fetch some clean water."

After saying that, he picked up the bucket and left.

No, don't you have a well at home? You have to go outside to fetch water.

Guan Xun turned his gaze away from Dong Yang's back and looked at the small wooden house in front of him.

Perhaps because no one has lived here for a long time, the wooden doors and walls are covered with spider webs.

The small courtyard was also piled with firewood for burning, making it even more dilapidated and rudimentary than the place where they used to live.

She entered the room and glanced at the dusty furniture, then felt a light shining on her head.

He looked up in confusion, and immediately everything went black.

Above the wooden beams of the house, there were holes one after another, through which light shone.

This cave... you could probably take a shower in the rain, right?

For the first time, she felt that wealth and luxury were very far away from her.