Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

With the curse exposed, Hati no longer bothered to hide it. After a short rest, he took his "prey" and embarked on his journey back to the Northern Region.

The Northern Region is more than 4,000 miles from Saint Sveta. At the speed of werewolves, they could reach it in ten days by traveling day and night. However, the human princess needs to travel by carriage because she is delicate and precious. She must also stay in the nearest town at night, which makes the journey more than twice as slow as before.

It's another full moon night, with the silver disc hanging high in the sky.

The werewolves guarding outside the inn were snoring loudly.

Through generations of mixed bloodlines, the control of the curse has long since faded, and they are no longer afraid of the full moon.

A stealthy black shadow darted out with a "whoosh".

To keep quiet, she held her shoes by the heels in both hands and ran barefoot on the shady moss, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

At the hotel entrance, a pair of broad, slender hands steadily supported her.

He stood with his back to the moonlight, his face hidden in the darkness.

This was a "waiter" she had bribed.

Hati had been trying to win her over by giving her many nice things lately, including a purple silk dress, pearl jewelry, and crystal shoes. She had given all of these to the waiter's wife in exchange for them, which was how she bribed him.

She stepped into the carriage that the waiter had prepared in advance, and hurriedly helped him adjust the reins: "Hurry, we have to get out of here quickly."

"Are you sure our horses can outrun him?" the usually taciturn waiter asked, and with a flick of the reins, the horses began to move.

"I can't guarantee it at other times, but today, he definitely won't catch up." The light brown eyes peeking out from under the felt hat shone with unwavering determination.

"Hmm..." The waiter drew out the word, seemingly not quite agreeing, but then nodded. "Alright then."

This town has almost no nightlife.

The sound of horses' hooves could be clearly heard on the ground. It wasn't until they had traveled three or four kilometers that the human princess dared to relax her tense back.

"This world is rife with wars. It may seem peaceful, but it's not safe at all," the man who had been quietly driving the carriage suddenly said. "If you're carrying something valuable, it's safer to find a big tree to lean on than to protect yourself."

The human princess frowned.

Speaking of which, her physique is rare, and the werewolf clan should all know this.

This is a real hassle, because even if she gets rid of Hati, a second Hati and a third Hati will keep appearing.

She couldn't even distinguish between werewolves.

The man continued, "The people around you may seem bad, but they also serve as a deterrent, keeping other ill-intentioned individuals away. Sometimes, it's the so-called good people who are even more terrifying when they do bad things."

The human princess chuckled, her tone slightly sarcastic: "Yes, some guys wear human skin and do things that are far more cruel than bad guys."

"..." The man shut his mouth and stopped talking.

"Wait, stop for a moment." The human princess suddenly spoke, looking towards a dimly lit spot on the street.

The man pulled on the reins, somewhat surprised, because she was afraid someone would catch up from behind and would urge them every now and then; this was the first time she had called a halt.

Because she was used to being respected, when she got off the bus, she subconsciously reached out to the side. The man noticed this and also offered his arm to her, making it easier for her to get off the bus.

She walked to the streetlight, glanced around, and her first words were, "Grandma, is there a magic book here to break the curse on the werewolves?"

The man standing behind her shifted uncomfortably, his gaze towards her swirling with complex emotions.

This is an old woman who runs a stall. She is dressed like an old witch who has lived for eight hundred years. Her nose and chin are so sharp that they seem to touch the ground. The back of her outstretched hand is covered with wart-like things, which are embedded in her aged folds.

"Yes, but not for sale." The old woman didn't even look up, letting out a few strange laughs. "Just finish what you're doing and leave. Why bother with this? You're just making a mess of things."

Xia Yangyang was just asking casually, trying to create a devoted lover persona.

But when these words reached her ears, they nearly made her heart leap out of her chest, and her fingers froze on the spine of the book.

She looked up at the old woman with a start.

Contrary to his aged skin, his pair of azure eyes, weathered by time, resembled the deepest ocean.

Holy crap?

System: [Holy crap?]

Xia Yangyang was also unsure: [What's going on? Could she also be a task user of your system?]

System: [Absolutely impossible! Only one mission taker is allowed per plane; otherwise, it would disrupt the management order!]

Xia Yangyang: [Then what's going on?]

The system, unusually serious, stated: [It's possible that powerful mages, like powerful cultivators, can glimpse some of the world's operating rules after reaching a certain level of cultivation.]

Xia Yangyang was shocked: [How can you guys be so unreliable?! Do you think I'd just run into people like this so easily?!]

System: [No, everything in this world depends on chance. If this isn't a coincidence, then it's possible she came to find you.]

Xia Yangyang: [What does she want from me?]

The system was also puzzled: [I don't know, perhaps... you could try asking?]

Xia Yangyang thought for a moment. If she really didn't mean to help her, she wouldn't say she had a way, but would just say she didn't, or say something random.

On the contrary, saying these things is clearly an attempt to get her attention, isn't it?

Xia Yangyang paused for a moment, then spoke sincerely: "I must break the curse, otherwise I cannot leave. There is a pureblood werewolf who will die in a few months, and once he dies..."

Her eyelashes drooped, and she blinked a few times, trembling: "I can't live alone either."

These words carry immense weight.

A rotten, unrecognizable log lifted her chin: "Oh, have you ever seen a werewolf?"

"..."

Do you understand their cunning?

"..."

Have you ever experienced the heartache of falling deeply in love with someone only to be cruelly betrayed?

"..."

"You'd be willing to give up your life for him, and he'd be willing to pay the same price?"

Xia Yangyang reached out and grabbed the tip of the wooden pole, pressing it down inch by inch: "I have no choice, this is the only path I can take."

The old woman narrowed her eyes, lowered her voice, and her expression was as terrifying as if she were reprimanding Eve for breaking a taboo: "You have fallen in love with that pureblood werewolf."

You have broken an unforgivable commandment.

The night wind howled faintly, the broken lamp hanging high up swayed precariously, and even the horses let out uneasy neighs.

The figure standing behind Xia Yangyang was moved. He twitched his fingers, about to place his hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him.

But it stopped abruptly when it was only half a foot away.

He doesn't deserve it.

He heard a heartless and cruel whisper.

"I just want to have more chances to survive after he captures me." The human princess in front of her seemed to have severed all the vines that bound her with affection, her eyes cold and clear. "So, please, I'm willing to try whatever it takes."

Hati's fingers slowly curled up, his lips trembled, and for a moment he even forgot to pull them back.

He turned to leave, pretending he had never heard those words.

But he wasn't good at enduring pain; he couldn't swallow his bitterness unscathed after being hurt.

A series of restless footsteps approached from afar, indicating a large number of people, and the sounds of wolves and dogs breathing rapidly, their throats squeezing their airways.

Xia Yangyang waited another second, and seeing that the old woman still didn't move, she had no choice but to quickly return to the carriage.

But after walking a few steps, a strong attraction suddenly pulled her back.

The old woman's lips moved, and she whispered two words in her ear.

Those two sentences were as if they were separated by an invisible barrier; no one but her could hear them.

The next second, the world blurred, and she was already sitting in the carriage.

The male waiter was sitting directly in front of us, with one leg bent and the other dangling out.

Strange, wasn't he standing behind her the whole time? She hadn't even noticed when he came back.

"Run! Someone's chasing us!" she said anxiously, patting his shoulder.

"Didn't you say he wouldn't come after us?" the waiter said calmly.

"The most troublesome one won't come after us, but his men will follow at any time." The human princess said hurriedly while pulling on the reins. After saying this, she was afraid of scaring the man in front of her, so she added a few words of reassurance, "But don't worry, without their master, these men are easy to get rid of."

But the man remained unmoved.

Instead, these words made things even more gloomy.

A person who can ride a horse may not necessarily be able to drive a horse-drawn carriage.

The human princess was sweating profusely as she swung the reins, but the horse just swayed its tail and remained motionless.

Seeing that the commotion behind her was getting bigger and bigger, she simply drew the knife hidden at her waist and tried to cut the reins, but after three or four cuts, she didn't even see a scratch.

"Damn it..." she muttered, bewildered, and questioned the male waiter in front of her, "What are you dawdling about? Haven't I given you enough?! If I don't escape, you won't get anything!"

The moon peeked out from behind the clouds.

The enormous silver disc illuminated the ground, making it appear bright white.

A fluffy tail drooped to the ground, leisurely sweeping back and forth.

The man who was lazily leaning against the carriage turned his head.

Happy Full Moon Night...

His deep, youthful voice carried a hint of languid laughter.

"...My dear sister."

The human princess in the carriage stared at the familiar face before her, her eyes widening suddenly.