Moe Girl Guardians

At dinner, Meihong, who had initially said she wouldn't eat, eventually succumbed to temptation and ate several large bowls under Wu Feng's teasing gaze. Wu Feng finished off the rest himself.

"Hey, Mokou, aren't you going to sleep in bed?" Wu Feng asked, looking at Mokou who was sitting against the corner of the room.

"I'm used to it," Mokou said, shaking her head. She just sat there leaning against the corner of the wall without saying a word.

Hearing Mokou say this, Wu Feng felt a pang of heartache. After he died, he met Komachi and was later taken care of by the people of Hakugyokurou. But what about Mokou? She had been all alone for five hundred years, without a single friend. She didn't have a stable place to eat, wear clothes, or stay. Compared to her, Mokou was much better off.

Perhaps it was the long-awaited accommodation, or perhaps it was Wu Feng's protection, but Mei Hong soon fell asleep. She slept very soundly, undisturbed by any minor disturbances.

Although she still outwardly seemed distrustful of Wu Feng, she had developed a certain level of trust in him deep down.

Under Wu Feng's watchful gaze, a soft snore began, and Mei Hong fell asleep against the corner of the wall.

Wu Feng sighed and slowly approached Mei Hong. But when she was within a certain range, he could clearly see the trembling of her hands and feet, as if she might wake up at any moment. She paused for a while before returning to normal. Mei Hong hadn't slept for at least a few days while looking at the number of corpses during the day. Under the double blow of mental and physical fatigue, even her body's instincts were about to give way.

Gently picking up Meihong and placing her on the bed, Wu Feng secretly resolved that he could no longer let Meihong live like this. He had to change her current mindset, otherwise she wouldn't even dare to approach anyone.

The next day was Qingming Festival

Mokou opened her sleepy eyes; this was the most comfortable sleep she had had in hundreds of years. But then her heart skipped a beat—she had been sleeping in a different place! She hadn't woken up before!

Looking around, I realized I was lying in bed, covered with blankets. No wonder I was sleeping so comfortably.

With the slightest movement of her leg, her rosy face instantly darkened. She kicked something out of the blanket and off the bed, screaming at the same time.

"You damn monster! What have you done? I really misjudged you!"

If Wu Feng hadn't set up a barrier beforehand, the whole village would have heard it.

"What did I do?" Wu Feng, who had been awake for a long time, blinked calmly.

Why am I sleeping next to you?!

"Last night I saw you were pitiful in the corner, so I carried you to bed. After that, you clung to my arm tightly and wouldn't let me leave. I had no choice but to stay there all night. Who knew I would be suddenly kicked off this morning?" Wu Feng said innocently, while showing his arm, which had a bruise on it.

Upon seeing the purplish-blue mark on her arm, Mokou's face froze, then flushed red, and she stammered...

Where I sleep is none of your business.

"Okay, okay," Wu Feng raised his hands as if surrendering, but lowered them only after Mokou turned around, making a V-sign with one hand behind his back. The plan worked!

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Chapter Thirty-Two: The Title of Being Eaten

"Little sister Hong, this is for you," an old man said with a smile, handing some ingredients to Mei Hong.

With a stiff smile, Mokou thanked them and returned home.

Wu Feng, watching the situation unfold from inside the room, sighed. More than half a month had passed since he and Mei Hong arrived here. Mei Hong was no longer so averse to communicating with people, but he could still immediately detect the coldness in her words.

With the sound of the door closing, Mokou returned to the house.

"Actually, people aren't as bad as you think, are they?" Wu Feng asked tentatively.

“That’s because they don’t know the truth about us,” Mokou replied, her tone frighteningly calm.

"Doesn't this just prove that what those people feared before wasn't you as a person, but your abilities?"

"My abilities are inseparable from mine," Mokou's voice carried a hint of pain. The Hourai Elixir was her own choice, and it was the root of everything.

Wu Feng fell silent. Indeed, ability and one's true nature are inseparable, just like his identity as an undead, which he cannot simply give up.

"Mokou, let's make a bet." If things continue like this, Mokou's views on people might change slightly after a month, but her overall outlook won't change much.

Wu Feng could only make one gamble, and he didn't have much time left to waste.

"What"

"What will the villagers' reaction be if I tell them our true identities?" Wu Feng asked, looking directly into Mei Hong's eyes.

"Are you crazy? We'll definitely be ostracized if we do that!" Mokou said, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.

"So what? I was only staying for a month anyway, and now that time's almost up, I'll just leave a few days early at most."

...Yes, I'm staying here for a month because of him, so why did I lose my composure after hearing that just now...?

"All right"

The two gradually walked toward the house of the village chief, the elderly Shi Tian.

Fear stems from people's lack of understanding of the unknown.

People fear Mokou because they don't understand her or her abilities. This lack of understanding leads to fear, and this fear leads to a refusal to learn more, creating a vicious cycle that intensifies the fear.

However, under certain conditions, fear gradually turns into disgust. Human beings' own negative emotions such as envy, jealousy, and resentment distort fear. Without power, fear becomes rejection and disgust.

The best approach would be to start by teaching the children, but Wu Feng didn't have that much time. The villagers had already gained a basic understanding of Mei Hong's personality, and most of them were elderly people who had come to terms with things and were indifferent to negative emotions, so there might still be hope.

"Is the village chief home?" Wu Feng knocked on the door and asked softly.

A moment later, the door creaked open, revealing the kind face of old man Ishida.

"Oh, it's Mokou and Yuuka. How have you been? Anything happened? Any difficulties?"

"We have something to tell you," Wu Fengdao said.

"Then come in first," said the old man Ishida, his face serious as he saw the two men's solemn expressions.

"There are some things we'd like to tell you about our identity."

"Weren't they nobles who eloped?" Old Man Ishida asked in confusion.

Wu Feng glanced at Mei Hong, paused for a moment, and said...

"Mokou is indeed from a noble family, but not a modern noble family; she's from the Fujiwara family, a noble family from 500 years ago."

An expression of surprise flashed across the old man Ishida's eyes, and his face contorted as he stood up abruptly.

"500 years! You're not kidding this old man, are you?"

“Outside nobles haven’t worn this kind of clothing for a long time; it’s a style from a hundred years ago,” Wu Feng said, pointing to the unchanging clothing on Mohong’s body.

"You really didn't lie to this old man?" Old Man Ishida's face was still filled with disbelief. Who would have a normal reaction if they knew that someone who looks much younger than you has lived for hundreds of years?

Seeing the old man Ishida's reaction, Mokou's expression flashed with disappointment; after all, everyone is the same.

"I'm not lying to you, I gained the ability to be immortal 500 years ago." As she spoke, Mokou made a large cut on her hand, and before much blood could flow out, it healed quickly.

The old man, Ishida, stared at Mokou with shock in his eyes, unable to utter a word. He just stood there blankly. Living in a remote village, he had almost never seen anything like this before.

Seeing this, Mei Hong's heart sank. She subconsciously took a step back and walked behind Wu Feng. It was that same feeling of disgust again. For hundreds of years, everyone had been the same. After learning the truth, they were first shocked, then disgusted and repulsed.

"Then who are you?" Old Man Ishida turned his head to Wu Feng again.

"I am not human, I died a hundred years ago, and now I am a spirit," Wu Feng said calmly. Unlike Mokou, he was born in the modern world and had no aversion to non-humans. Non-human girls were more popular with him, and he was quite satisfied with his identity. As for communicating with humans? Anyway, he had Baiyulou to rely on. As he spoke, his body left the ground and floated in the air, causing the old man Ishida to be shocked once again.

Old man Ishida looked at Wu Feng, then at Mei Hong, and remained silent.

Time passed slowly, and just when Wu Feng thought that Old Man Ishida would also reject their views, a glint suddenly flashed in Old Man Ishida's eyes, and he slapped his thigh and said...

"The two are truly a match made in heaven. One represents life that can never be killed, and the other represents death that can never be resurrected."

Mokou was speechless, and Wu Feng was also dumbfounded. This actually works? It seems he made the right decision to come to him; this chuunibyou (middle school syndrome) is amazing! How come he didn't think of that? Could Mokou x Yuyuko be a good match?

"Aren't there any other emotions?"

"I was really scared. If the old man's heart hadn't been so strong, he might have passed away." The old man was still a little shaken.

"As people get older, they become more open-minded, but it's best not to let this get out. After all, not many people in the village would accept it. It's better to wait until we get to know each other better."

As Wu Feng rejoiced and Mei Hong looked on in confusion, the door was suddenly flung open with a loud crash. A young man, covered in cuts and bleeding profusely, stumbled into the room, his face filled with terror. He shouted at the old man, Ishida...

"Village chief, something terrible has happened! A monster! A monster is near the village!"

A flicker of panic crossed the old man's face, but he still tried to calmly ask the young man in a reassuring voice.

"Tell me slowly, what happened?"

The young man took a few deep breaths and then said...

"Today, as usual, Rainwater and I went on patrol outside the village. Suddenly, we saw a giant snake heading towards the village from the top of the mountain. It knocked down trees and left deep ravines in its wake. Rainwater slipped and injured himself, so I came back early to report. It's probably going to reach the village soon."

Old man Ishida seemed to realize something, and panicked completely, forgetting all about verification.

"Quickly, gather the whole village together, and be quick!"

Wu Feng was puzzled. He had chosen the village himself, and there were hardly any monsters nearby. How could a monster have come by such a coincidence?

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Chapter Thirty-Three: Death Manipulation

The village was small, but a few young people spread the word, and soon the whole village gathered together.

Old man Ishida stood at the very front, looking at everyone with a serious expression.

"Just now, the village received news that a monster is attacking the village."

The room erupted in noise. Most of the younger people had a mixture of fear and excitement in their eyes, but the older people were completely different, their faces filled with panic.

"How strong is the village chief's monster? Can so many of us kill it?" some of the hot-blooded young people said.

“Fifty years ago, a monster attacked the village,” Old Man Shitian continued.

"Back then, I was in my early twenties, the same age as you, young and impetuous, unaware of the power of the monsters, wondering if there was any hope of winning."

Old man Ishida's face was filled with grief.

"At the time, the entire village had nearly a thousand households and more than 4000 people. In the end, they all participated in that battle, but less than 500 people survived. The monster was completely unharmed; perhaps it had eaten its fill and left on its own. It took 50 years for the village to return to its current size."

At that moment, everyone's face froze. 4000 people had lost. Did they still have any hope of winning?

Even at the peak of the Parallel level, there is a considerable chance of reaching the Strong level. Based on the description of Elder Ishida, Wu Feng thought that a few people at the Paper level could win if they worked together, while the Parallel level would be a leap forward. However, it would still be difficult to kill nearly 4000 people, and even if there were many Strong level people, they would still die.

"All young people, women, and children go first, all to the back mountain; the elderly go last."

Shouldn't the elderly go first? Almost all the young people were puzzled. After struggling for a moment, the elderly usually calmed down, as if they had seen through something.

"Hurry up! There's no time!" Seeing that no one was moving, the old man Ishida shouted angrily.

Finally, most of the young people quickly headed towards the back of the mountain, leaving only most of the village's elderly, Wu Feng, and Mei Hong behind.