The ugly girl wants to be promoted to immortal

Chapter 2 I'm an Ugly Girl
The fortune teller pondered for a while, and finally came to his senses: "Hehe, is the girl sad because of her beauty?"

"Huh? How did you know?" Konjac looked at him in surprise. She always thought that the fortune teller in front of her was very ordinary. She had met him many times when she walked past drugstores, but few people came to him for a fortune teller. Or fortune-telling, could it be that I have misread it?
"There is Xilufeng in the south of the city. There is a man who often goes there to play the flute. He can help you." The fortune teller stroked his gray beard, then got up and left.

"Hey, old man, you haven't told me who you are. If my face is healed, where can I repay you?" Konjac shouted, but saw the old man gradually go away.

"No need to repay, maybe he will help you." With the last sound, the old man disappeared completely.

"Xilufeng, Xilufeng..."

Konjac traveled all day and finally found the mountain peak that the fortune teller was referring to.

The mountains are high and steep, the trees are strange and strong, the birds and flowers are lingering, and the white clouds are thick and foggy. There are mountains and water here, which is actually a beautiful valley.

As it was almost dusk, Konjac could only rest for one night, and then look for the figure of the man after dawn.

Among the flowers, she turned into an isolated little flower and stood quietly at the foot of the mountain. She has never been welcomed like this, and she is used to living in loneliness. She only needs to look up at the starry sky, capture the gentle moonlight, and look With twinkling stars, she will not feel lonely, because they are with her.

In the quiet night sky, there is no sound, only a bit of night wind blows occasionally, soft and itchy on the body.

At some point, a soft flute sounded in the quiet night, melodious and melodious.In this deep night with stars and a bright moon, I sing and dance slowly to Yunsi.

"He is here, the one who can help me." Konjac looked up to the height without moving, for fear of disturbing the tranquility. On the steepest peak, she saw a young man in fluttering white clothes. Wake her up and put her in a beautiful dream.

In the dark night, Konjac couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel the sadness in his heart, just like the sound of the flute always carried a trace of sadness.

"Who is there?"

When the man in white waved his flute, Konjac could feel a cold killing intent from a distance. Fortunately, she reacted quickly enough to dodge before he arrived and turned into a human form again.

"Don't kill me. I didn't mean anything malicious. I just passed by and listened to the flute for a while because I thought it sounded good." Seeing the figure of the man in white approaching in an instant, Konjac took a few steps back nervously.

"What does a woman come out at night? If you can't explain clearly, I will kill you."

The breath of the man in white was terribly cold, and he was completely different from the flute player before. At some point, his entire face was covered by a mask, and he couldn't see anything except the emotionless voice.

Konjac lowered her head in fear, not daring to look at him, she could even feel the eyes hidden under the mask were cold enough to kill.

With a sound of "swish", the flute floated in front of her eyes unconsciously, and Konjac felt a tingling pain in her neck, as if something was oozing out. There, it seems to be weathered.

"I'll give you another chance. If you don't make it clear, this place will become your burial place." The man in white's voice was calm and cold.

"I said, I said everything. I came from Qianluo City. Because I was ugly, I asked for magic medicine everywhere. Not long ago, I met a fortune teller. He asked me to come to you." Konjac didn't dare to delay, and said everything in one breath.

Sensing that the man in white still didn't want to let go, she tightly closed her eyes, shrinking her body in fear, forgetting for a moment that the iron-cut flute was still hanging on her neck, she only felt the pain in the wound, as if she was dying again. Deeper.

(End of this chapter)