This witch, please stay

Chapter 1

As the sun sets, the afterglow of the setting sun is like an orange spray, swaying obliquely on the leaves of the lush forest, leaving a few sporadic spots of light, flickering and flickering with the swaying of the leaves.

On the path in the forest, a young man wearing a cheap white robe and carrying a yellow bamboo bookcase wiped the sweat on his chin with the back of his hand, and looked up at the setting sun behind the green shade. face.

"Ah, what should I do, what should I do..."

A soft, waxy voice sounded like a mosquito from the young scholar's lips, and the white woman's hands under his sleeves were also clenched into two loose fists because of anxiety at this moment.

Somewhat at a loss, he walked quickly back and forth a few times in the same spot, the young scholar's face unconsciously showed very obvious anxiety and uneasiness.

He kept muttering in a low voice:

"In this wilderness, if Xiaosheng encounters any ghosts, it will be a waste of ten years of hard study and wronged Xiaosheng's elderly mother!"

In his anxiety, he didn't notice at all that his words had unconsciously carried an obvious crying tone. Coupled with his white and tender skin that was envied by women and his handsome face, there was an invisible An endearing sense of pity.

In the mountains and fields, this is the most deadly temptation for female spirits.

Of course, many male spirits don't have this taboo.

Tears unconsciously filled the corners of the scholar's eyes, and then slowly blurred his vision.

Seeing the setting sun blurred into an orange-red disc due to tears and disappearing in the distant mountains, the scholar's psychological defense seemed to be broken in an instant, causing him to sit down on the side of the road in a breakdown, and started to cover his face. Weeping softly.

It seems that because he was afraid of attracting monsters, he tried his best to suppress his crying, for fear that the crying would cause death.

This wilderness with no village in front and no shop in the back, there are at least dozens of miles of mountain roads away from the next town.

As if annoyed that he had landed in such a dangerous situation in order to hurry, the handsome scholar began to slap his cheek again and again, but he always held back his strength when the slap was about to hit his cheek as if he was afraid of pain, and finally Just a little symbolic pressure.

"Hey, where did the handsome young man come from, why are you crying alone in this wilderness?"

A soft and charming voice that seemed to be able to slip into the bone marrow suddenly sounded from the scholar's ears, causing countless charming fantasies to appear in his mind, and he looked up at the owner of the voice in a daze.

It was a beautiful woman in coarse clothes. Although she lived in the outskirts, her skin was as fair as a boudoir from a rich family. Her pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes were slightly narrowed, and there seemed to be a faint charm in them. .

Although she was dressed simply, the coarse clothes could not conceal the woman's uneven figure at all. A pair of high and raised peaks seemed to burst the front of the clothes!
The scholar seemed to be stunned by the pair of peaks and mountains, and he didn't recover for a while.

When he came back to his senses as if he had just woken up from a big dream, he met the woman's charming eyes full of smiles.

"Is he still a young man with a wicked heart?"

The flushed scholar's face was filled with shame, and he didn't have the thought to distinguish whether the woman's words meant teasing or flirting. He just lowered his head firmly, not daring to look at the woman again.

"Xiao...Xiaosheng came from Song City in the east, and went to...go to Beijing...for the exam!"

The scholar, who seemed to have taken a deep breath to finish speaking intermittently, lost his voice again, as if he was playing a stone on the side of the road, motionless.

After listening to the scholar's words, the woman's charming eyes rolled quickly in the sockets, and then a charming smile appeared on the corner of the woman's mouth, which complemented the beauty mole.

Pretending to be silent for a moment, the woman made a somewhat shy look, and said in a delicate tone:

"If you don't mind my son, the slave's house is at the foot of the mountain in front of me. You can stay overnight. It's too dangerous to walk at night in such a weather, and there are many ghosts and ghosts in this area, so don't be careless."

The scholar who was a bit excited when he heard the word "ghost" immediately jumped up from the ground, his face turned from red to white, he was so anxious that he seemed to have forgotten the etiquette of saints and sages, and almost grabbed the woman arm.

"Good! Good! Xiaosheng thanked the girl in advance!"

The woman looked at the scholar's unbearable performance, the smile in her eyes became more obvious, she bowed slightly and turned around to lead the way.

"Young master, please come here. You only need to walk for a while."

"Mr. En, don't worry about the gossip. There is still a younger brother in the slave family."

Hearing that there was a younger brother in the woman's family, the scholar seemed to heave a sigh of relief, and finally made up his mind to follow the woman.

It is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, but it seems that under the urging of the setting sun and the faint fragrance from the woman in front of him, the scholar who was already sweating profusely did not show any signs of being tired.

The woman leading the way kept smiling, as if she didn't notice that the scholar's physical strength would be exhausted.

As the woman said, the journey down the mountain didn't take them too much time. Before the sunset completely disappeared behind the mountain, the two came to the two thatched huts at the foot of the mountain.

The style of the hut is ordinary, surrounded by a circle of low bamboo walls, making it impossible to see the scene in the courtyard at a glance.

The setting sun gradually faded behind the distant mountain, leaving only the last ray of light and disappeared towards the direction of the hut, like a piece of rag, wiped away the orange light from the scholar towards the woman .

In the last ray of sunset, the woman put one hand on the wooden door in the middle of the bamboo fence, turned around and showed an incomparably beautiful smile to the scholar:

"Sir, please."

The scholar, who didn't seem to feel anything unusual at all, smiled back at the woman, and then walked through the wooden door the woman opened for him with obvious ease and excitement, and entered the courtyard.

The courtyard was empty, except for the pale skeleton heads piled up in the middle of the courtyard, smiling silently at the scholar.

"Young master, let me let you taste the happiness of a man."

"But after that...Young Master, I want to let the servants taste you too~"

A soft and charming voice came from behind the scholar, as if the claws from the underworld surrounded the scholar one by one.

After the scholar stepped over the threshold of the wooden door, an invisible film rose rapidly from the edge of the bamboo fence, and in an instant, it enveloped the entire courtyard like an upside-down porcelain bowl.

The woman who followed the scholar into the door no longer maintained her disguise, her skin swelled instantly, as if countless bugs were wriggling under the skin.

One after another, legs covered with black bristles pierced out from her back, while a pair of alluring twin peaks on her chest exploded instantly, revealing two huge pitch-black eyes, the skin on her chest was tight Then six small holes opened, and six pitch-black eyes that were one size smaller floated out of them.

The woman's body seemed to be instantly twisted by a huge force. Amid the ear-piercing sound of shattering flesh and bones, the back with eight legs turned to the ground, and the eight-eyed The chest is twisted forward.

As if in just an instant, a seductive and beautiful woman turned into a giant spider!

The scholar, who seemed too scared to move, didn't react at all, and just stood there waiting for the spider spirit to show his real body.

Seeing the scholar's unbearable condition, the spider spirit's mouthparts that looked like iron pincers with spikes moved quickly, and let out a piercing laugh.

In the next moment, a silver-white sword light flashed away.

The giant spider spirit was cut in half along the central axis of its body, straightened into two identical halves, and fell to the left and right sides with a bang.

After a while, the purple-black stinky liquid surged out from the neat cut surface, marinating the khaki-yellow ground.

At some point, the scholar in white put away his sloppy disguise, regained his indifferent expression, and said without emotion:
"I hate it when people lie to me."

I heard you say that you have a "brother" to walk this distance with you, otherwise you are not qualified to choose your own death.

For him, going up and down the mountain is just a matter of one sword anyway.

The white-clothed scholar didn't say anything more, and cut the courtyard into powder again in a flash of sword light, then took out a snow-white book of unknown material from the bookcase behind him, pinched the sword finger with his right hand, and laid it on it. A silver-white "horizontal" was painted on the blank space.

This is the first stroke of a new "positive" character.

And before that blank space, there are already countless "positive" characters neatly arranged.

"920 one."

The white-clothed scholar murmured in a low voice, then turned and left in a cool manner.

(End of this chapter)