The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

"I'm full." A crisp voice came from Bai Qian's side as she gently wiped her mouth.

I'm half full, but it looks like there's nothing else to eat.

She hadn't eaten much when she arrived this morning, and was a little hungry now, but Bai Qian mainly wanted to see what the situation was.

Logically speaking, she is not in reality right now, and this body is not even a physical entity; she should be in Lingxi's dream.

In this context, what does eating in a dream mean?

I just tried it out and found some problems.

For example, these pancakes... don't taste quite right.

It's not that it's strange or unpalatable; on the contrary, it's quite delicious.

But that's the most crucial issue.

It's strange that this kind of pancake tastes good.

I don't know how long it's been sitting there, but just by gently touching it with my fingers a couple of times, I could clearly feel that it was dry and hard, like it could cut my throat.

If you were to eat it dry, it would probably be difficult to swallow.

But it tastes really good, though I can't quite put my finger on why.

To describe it specifically, it would be that this doesn't quite feel like the food I've tasted; rather, it's more like a flavor that the world has forcibly imposed upon me.

Bai Qian glanced at the stream across the way, but didn't dwell on the matter for too long.

For Bai Qian now, the most important thing is to figure out what exactly is going on here.

Of course, she already had some ideas, and all she needed now was some evidence to verify them.

"I'm glad you've eaten your fill," Xi said with a forced smile.

She was wondering where to find something to eat later.

If we don't find a way, we'll starve to death in a few days.

Bai Qian looked up at the already dimming sky and, while still lost in thought, heard a slightly heavy footstep.

Xi's house doesn't have a yard; it's just a small house. Although there are some plants around it, they're not enough to make it a yard.

There were two knocks on the door, but before Xi could go over to help open it, the door was pulled open.

Two women, dressed in linen clothes like Xi, opened the door. However, unlike Xi, their skin was much rougher, likely due to sun exposure.

The woman in the lead was stunned by the sight inside the room, mainly because she saw Bai Qian.

Her exquisite appearance, almost too stunning, would make anyone who saw her think she must be a young lady from a wealthy family; an ordinary family could never raise someone like that.

She glanced at Bai Qian before turning her gaze away and looking at the stream on the other side.

"Xi, who is this?" the woman asked.

Xi, who was still pondering how to survive, snapped out of her thoughts upon hearing this and nodded subconsciously.

I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to introduce Bai Qian.

To be honest, she didn't know who Bai Qian was either, since she had never mentioned her name.

I've only known him for a short time, and all I know is that he's an outsider, not a local.

Perhaps he also sensed Xi's hesitation.

"Come out with me for a moment," the woman said.

"Regarding the sacrificial ceremony, there are some things I'd like to discuss with you."

Xi glanced at Bai Qian upon hearing this, and seeing that she had no objections, she got up and walked out of the house with the woman.

Bai Qian rested her chin on her hand, watching Xi walk out of the house, still thinking about how to find the River God, since it seemed that the key now lay with the River God.

Looking at the stream outside, I wondered if I should go and see what they were discussing.

She slowly stood up, then suddenly tilted her head and looked towards the corner of the room.

In the corner, a dark red shadow was cautiously wriggling.

It was hidden very carefully, but after Bai Qian saw it, it stopped hiding.

It displayed terrifying explosive power in an instant, bouncing twice off the ground before rushing towards Bai Qian's face.

Bai Qian blinked as she watched the shadow rushing towards her, then casually stretched out her palm.

The shadow in mid-air was obviously unable to adjust its direction and was casually held in Bai Qian's hand.

Like a lump of clay, it deformed, but didn't break apart completely.

It was probably still trying to resist. Bai Qian sat in the chair, her left hand supporting her fair chin, looking at the shadow being pinched by her right hand, and gently exerting force.

The dark eyes did not reflect the shadow, but rather the image of a man.

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Xian Liu frowned as he looked at Yu Hong across from him.

The man opposite Xian Liu was rather thin and was sitting upright across from him.

"How is it going?" Xian Liu asked. Yu Hong had encountered some problems right from the start.

While it's true that there might be some issues with the God of Travel going out, the fact that there's been absolutely no movement at all is still a bit strange.

The thin man didn't answer him, but Xian Liu saw Yu Hong being gently lifted up.

It was as if someone had grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up, raising him into the air with his feet dangling.

Yu Hong, who had been silent until now, started to move. He frantically grabbed his throat, as if trying to pull down the invisible hand that was choking him.

But it had no effect; Xian Liu could only see Yu Hong's struggling movements getting weaker and weaker.

From those eyes that were desperately open, Xian Liu seemed to be able to see a slender figure that was faintly visible.

The man stopped struggling, went limp, and hung limply in mid-air, his throat twisted into an irregular shape, as if it had been broken into pieces like a skewer.

It seemed as if someone had released him, and he landed on the ground.

In Xian Liu's view, Yu Hong's head flipped over and rolled on the ground. His body, as if rolled up, separated from his head and twisted unrecognizable like a tattered rag.

Xianliu looked at the head that had rolled to his feet, and stared into those empty, lifeless eyes, feeling a chill that went straight to his heart.

The next second, blood splattered all over him from the shattering.

He instantly collapsed to the ground, kowtowing repeatedly.

At that moment, he felt nothing but fear.

He kowtowed desperately, and then he saw a change in front of him.

A wisp of moon-white light seemed to gather from nowhere, coalescing into a slender, graceful figure.

Like a dream, elusive as mist, her features were obscured, only her cold gaze could be felt.

A moon-white hand, formed from mist, extends out.

The man who was kowtowing raised his head and looked at the outstretched hand in front of him.

Place it on his forehead.

This is the last scene in sight.

Volume 1: 185. Gift-giving in the past?

"Girl, who is that in your room?" After the woman let Xi out, this was still her main question.

They came here to check on Xi's condition.

After all, according to the village's ancestral hall's arrangements, the time for the river god's sacrifice was approaching. Under these circumstances, it was necessary to check the situation of the stream, since the stream was crucial to this sacrifice no matter what.

"We just met, they must be from out of town," Xi said softly.

However, he didn't mention what he saw when he met Bai Qian.

"People from outside?" The woman frowned upon hearing this and exchanged a glance with the person next to her.

"She looks like the rich young lady from that family outside."

"Perhaps they are refugees?" they speculated, since it was still possible for outsiders to come to the village at this time.

This is a small place, quite a distance from the nearest major city.

Xi listened to their speculations without saying anything. Even now, thinking about what had just happened still made her feel a little scared.

What kind of young lady could crush a person's head with one hand and make it look like that? Xi felt that what she had thought before must be true. This must be either a demon or a female ghost.

Of course, she certainly wouldn't dare to say this outright.

The tall woman suddenly seemed to remember something. She glanced at Xi and then looked towards the house.

"Speaking of which, I do have a suggestion. Girl, didn't you not want to be a river maiden?" she said meaningfully.

"Then why don't we ask..."

"Let's forget about this." The tall woman was interrupted by Xi before she could even finish speaking.

"Although I'm not too willing, I don't think others would be too willing either. Besides, I don't really have any other plans, so being a river girl is fine with me," Xi said seriously.

This wasn't something she said to save face; it was truly what she felt in her heart.

The woman's meaning was easy to understand; she simply wanted the person in the house to take the place.

Tricking outsiders into becoming sacrificial offerings is not uncommon in the village, but it's certainly not an unexpected occurrence.

But Xi still didn't want to involve unrelated people.

Upon hearing Xi's words, the tall woman merely frowned slightly, her expression turning somewhat unpleasant, but she didn't say anything more.

"Since that's the case, you'd better take care of yourself. As for the sacrificial ceremony, the River God should send someone to find you tomorrow."

"It'll be over in the next few days. If there's anything you want to do, try to do it during these days." After saying this, the tall woman left with the other woman.

He didn't go to Chaoxi to inquire about Bai Qian anymore.

When Xi returned to her room, she saw Bai Qian sitting leisurely at the table, resting her chin on her hand and gazing out the window.

Noticing Xi's return, Bai Qian turned her gaze away from the window and looked at Xi with her ethereal eyes.

Xi felt a little guilty under Bai Qian's gaze. Although she had rejected the tall woman's suggestion without hesitation, she still felt a little guilty being looked at like this by Bai Qian.

"We can agree to what they're asking for," Bai Qian said, picking up the clump of black mud-like substance from the ground and kneading it a couple of times.

Xi also saw the clump that Bai Qian picked up and was curious about what it was, but she didn't dare to ask.

"You heard everything just now?" I suddenly felt a little relieved that I hadn't agreed.

"What are the requirements for becoming a River Maiden?" Bai Qian asked, putting away the black ball in her hand.

This thing is pretty useless now, as for what's behind the black ball...

It's already broken.

Compared to that, Bai Qian became more interested in the River Maiden.

This should be the most convenient or even the most direct way to get close to the River God.

"The requirements of the River Maiden..." Xi was a little stunned when she heard this, as she had never thought about this question before.

"I don't think so. I heard from the villagers that as long as you're chosen by the River God, that's fine. But since it's not a good thing, people usually avoid talking about it." Xi was clearly trying to persuade him to give up on that idea.

No normal person would have such a thought.

“Although no one has said it explicitly, during the sacrificial ceremony, the River Maiden needs to walk into the river, and it’s practically impossible for her to survive,” Xi continued.

This person looks very powerful, but Xi has no concept of these powers.

In her mind, no matter how powerful someone was, they couldn't be as powerful as the River God.

I've lived here since I was a child, and all I've ever heard about is how powerful the River God is.

For Xi, the River God was like the heavens of this world, so even though she knew she probably wouldn't survive, she never thought of rebelling.

"It's alright." Bai Qian gently shook her head. She had a general idea of ​​what Xi had said.

But Bai Qian didn't care much about this matter; in fact, she thought it was better this way.

Xi wanted to say something more, but seeing Bai Qian's expression, she knew that saying anything more would be pointless.