The sickly girl is killing her way through the weird world

The damp air and the slightly stinging sensation have completely disappeared, and there is no smell at all.

Her entire body turned transparent, except that faint blood vessels could be seen beneath her fair skin.

Bai Qian tried it out and floated lightly in mid-air.

His body touched the wall of the dilapidated temple, and then he passed through it with ease.

It's as if this wall is just an illusion, or rather, Bai Qian herself is the illusion at this moment.

The raindrops falling from the sky easily passed through Bai Qian's illusory body at this moment.

Bai Qian felt nothing. She looked at the rain in front of her and stretched out her palm.

The next second, the illusory body materialized, and the pale fingertips touched the cold rain.

It was as if she had gone from stillness to movement, from death to life. Bai Qian was not quite sure how to describe this strange feeling.

Every thirty breaths consumes a year of mystical lifespan.

Bai Qian calculated the cost of using the [Lianyun Leg - Ghost] technique. It requires thirty breaths of ghost lifespan per year. If she didn't consume ghost lifespan, she would most likely need a pair of living person's legs, just like the information that was just displayed.

It has no offensive capabilities; besides its high speed, it can move freely through objects.

The only thing to consider is what would happen if you put your hand inside someone else's heart and then it came back to physical form.

Back in the dilapidated temple, Bai Qian lightly sniffed the rotting, bloody smell in the air, but didn't pay much attention to it.

Her clothes were a little wet, which made Bai Qian feel uncomfortable.

The environment inside the temple wasn't actually that great, because the temple door had been kicked down by Bai Qian before, and even though it was put back on, the gaps couldn't be completely covered.

Moisture mixed with a cool breeze kept seeping into the temple, and Bai Qian could only find a relatively clean spot to sit down.

There lay a skeleton next to her, stained with dark red blood. She touched the skeleton with her fair fingers; it was a bit too hard and probably not suitable to lean against.

He simply leaned against the wall behind him, gazing at the gloomy sky outside the window, a faint sense of bewilderment still lingering in his dark eyes.

Do you not quite understand the current situation?

Perhaps so; she didn't even know why she was there.

If you say it's God's compensation to you, it's really hard to believe. After all, whose compensation is this fighting and killing?

Bai Qian wasn't particularly interested in this kind of thing.

She used to stand in that cold, white room, gazing at the sky outside the window, and what she wanted most was to be able to stand freely beneath it. Now, that wish has actually been fulfilled.

Bai Qian didn't know what she should do.

Where should we go after the rain stops?

With no lingering attachment to the past and no expectations for the future, this is Bai Qian's current state.

I thought about it for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so I stopped thinking about it. It wasn't because the matter wasn't important, but because...

hungry.

Something that was somewhat unexpected.

Bai Qian hadn't felt this way in a long time. After all, due to her illness, she was on IV drips every day, her hands were covered in needle marks, and she didn't need to eat. Bai Qian had no memory of what it felt like to eat.

I looked around the temple and then regretfully turned my gaze away.

There's probably nothing to eat.

If I try to recall what I'm thinking about, the only place I can go to for food is home.

If I go home, I'll have an older sister.

She wasn't her biological sister, but she was the one who took the original owner of this body in and even gave her the surname Bai.

Her name is Bai Yao, and she treats herself very well.

So, the next thing to do is go home first? Bai Qian was still bothered by some of the things she heard in the sedan chair earlier.

Looking at the torrential rain pouring down outside the temple, Bai Qian gently withdrew her gaze.

Leaning against the wall, his hand rested on the bloodstained skull beside him, his eyes closed.

Let's wait until the rain stops before we talk about it now.

Go to sleep first.

Volume 1: 6. Bai Yao

The courtyard, still shrouded in a hazy mist after the rain, was filled with damp soil, and the cracks in the yellowish-green flagstones were still slick with moisture.

The girl sitting in the courtyard brushed a strand of hair from her face, a hint of worry appearing on her serene and pretty face.

The faded white robe was slightly bulky and didn't fit her very well. She sat on a rough wooden stool in the courtyard, gazing at the clear sky, but her complexion wasn't as radiant as the sky itself.

They haven't come back yet.

He kept glancing towards the door, hoping it would suddenly be pushed open.

Bai Qian hadn't returned all night, so it was impossible for Bai Yao not to be worried.

The rain has stopped, but Bai Qian hasn't returned yet. She's thinking about how to find her later.

All we can do is hope that the child will know to find a place to shelter from the rain.

Rubbing her temples, Bai Yao stood up, intending to put on some makeup before heading out.

The not-so-sturdy wooden door was suddenly knocked on twice.

Bai Yao's heart skipped a beat. She hurriedly walked to the courtyard gate and opened it.

Disappointed, I looked away.

Standing at the door was not the petite figure one had imagined, but a man dressed in hemp clothing with bare chest.

Bai Yao's smiling face turned cold.

"What's the matter?" He wanted to close the door directly, but considering that the person opposite was a thug from Bai Fengcheng, or you could say a local bully, closing the door like that would only give them a reason to cause trouble.

"You're probably wondering where that girl went right now, aren't you?" the man said to Bai Yao with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Bai Yao's face darkened.

She didn't even need to listen to what the scoundrel across from her had to say next.

"You kidnapped her?" Bai Yao's nails dug deeply into her hands, her face pale.

If I had to describe my emotions, I certainly would.

However, compared to emotions like anger, there was more of a sense of helplessness.

I had expected this to happen.

Even though she had considered the possibility of this happening, Bai Yao felt a sense of helplessness upon hearing this, as if she had known all along but could not do anything about it.

She had tried her best to reduce the number of times Bai Qian went out, but in the eyes of those with ulterior motives, this was of no use.

Although I didn't look well, I felt a little relieved.

Being captured by these scoundrels is better than being taken away to be fed to those monsters, or encountering some evil spirit in the middle of the night.

As long as everyone is alright.

The scoundrel opposite Bai Yao didn't answer her question; instead, he simply turned around and left.

"Come to our place tonight, and you'll see. Don't even think about going to the officials; you probably know it's useless." With that, he left through the courtyard gate, leaving a worried Bai Yao to close the door.

He returned to the courtyard, his expression somewhat conflicted.

I'm less worried now, but more conflicted.

Bai Yao rubbed the clothes in the bucket of water with her slender, delicate fingers, but she had no intention of washing them at all.

I'm wondering whether I should take Bai Qian away from Bai Fengcheng, but if we leave Bai Fengcheng, where can we go?

The reason I left Liangdu and moved to this place was simply because my surname is Bai and the name of this place felt familiar.

In this world, it doesn't matter where you move, unless you leave Liang and go to Dasu in the east.

However, there are more than a dozen mountain ranges inhabited by various monsters between Liang and Dasu. Normal refugees would probably have scattered to various corners of the mountains before they even crossed a few.

Bai Yao didn't know where to run to; it seemed like there was nowhere in the whole world to hide.

For someone like her who only knows how to run away when faced with problems, this situation still leaves her feeling somewhat lost.

And then how to save Bai Qian...

I had absolutely no interest in doing laundry. Sitting on the stool, staring at the clothes in the wooden tub in front of me, my mind wandered...

There was a second knock on the door, and Bai Yao frowned slightly.

What else do those people want to do?

Thinking this, she still walked towards the door.

The knocking on the door continued unabated.

"Don't worry, we're here." Saying this, he opened the door. Bai Yao was still thinking about how to deal with that group of scoundrels.

The petite figure outside the door made Bai Yao blink in disbelief.

The girl's long black hair was wet and hung down her back, and her clothes looked damp, as if she had just come out of a downpour.

But thinking about it, it's quite normal, considering the rain just stopped not long ago.

She blinked, still somewhat incredulous.

Shouldn't Xiaoqian have been kidnapped by those hooligans?

Standing outside the door, Bai Qian tilted her head slightly in response to Bai Yao's questioning gaze.

He glanced at the girl with a ponytail in front of him.

It's the same as I remember.

"I'm hungry," Bai Qian said, facing Bai Yao's slightly surprised gaze.

Bai Yao, who was about to say something, smiled faintly upon hearing Bai Qian's words, just like the clear sky after the rain.

Hearing the familiar voice, my heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down.

"I bought some pork meatballs from Butcher Liu in the east of the city yesterday, thinking I'd make you meatball soup today, but you didn't come back last night, so they're still sitting there."

"I'll go boil some water first." Her steps suddenly became lighter.

Bai Qian was led into the house. The house was not big, with a wooden table and two stools. On the wooden plate on the table were two cornbreads made from ground corn flour, and a dish of something that looked like pickled vegetables, which seemed to be made from wild grass outside Bai Feng City, and served as a side dish with meals.

Bai Qian picked up the chopsticks next to her, pointed at the pickled vegetable with a little clumsiness, and took a bite.

Her eyebrows furrowed together.

It's so salty, both bitter and salty.

Bai Yao walked into the room and found Bai Qian's actions slightly amusing.

"I've told you so many times, this kind of pickled fern is better put in soup, it's too salty to eat on its own."

"Please wait a moment, the meatball soup will be ready soon."

"Oh." Bai Qian obediently put down her chopsticks.

"Where did you go last night? You haven't come back yet. Those hooligans didn't do anything to you, Xiaoqian, did they?" She asked that question again.

Bai Qian picked up the cornbread next to her, took a small bite, but couldn't bite it. It felt like biting into some kind of leather, hard and dry.

“It was late last night in Duoyu,” he replied, his words mumbled.

"Seeking shelter from the rain?"

"Oh, right." Bai Qian took out a tattered book from behind her waist and handed it to Bai Yao.

"What's in this book?" Bai Qian had brought it back from that dilapidated temple. She had flipped through it a couple of times after getting it there.

can't read.

The writing system in this world is somewhat different from that in my previous life.

Bai Yao took the book, glanced at it, and frowned slightly.

"Let's not talk about this now. I'll prepare your medicine later. Drink it first, then take a bath before eating."