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But when I truly arrived at the Peach Blossom Forest, I began to regret it.
How was I to know that my sense of direction was so poor? After half a day, I was still wandering in circles.
Demonic Arts, it must be Demonic Arts.
I stroked my chin, frowning as I pondered.
Suddenly, a figure flashed beneath the Peach Blossom Tree ahead, dressed in red, looking quite enchanting.
I hurriedly reached out and grabbed the hem of his garment as if clinging to a lifeline.
He turned his face towards me, startling me—a man with red pupils and bright red lips… quite a rarity indeed.
He seemed even more surprised to see me, trembling all over and barely able to utter a word.
"What are you?" Seeing my bewilderment, he relaxed a bit, patted his chest, and let out a long sigh. "So it’s just an uncultivated mongoose. You scared me half to death."
Mongoose? What a strange creature! Can it be eaten? The Red-Clothed Man stared at me with curiosity, examining me from head to toe.
"Well, I suppose there's no harm in telling you. The mongoose is a beast known for being immune to poisons; it is the nemesis of toxic creatures. It is said that its blood can cure all poisons, but its teeth are a hundred times more venomous than those of snakes or scorpions. However, it's quite strange—I haven't seen a mongoose in three hundred years. Who would have thought I would encounter such a muddled little mongoose today?"
I suddenly understood. No wonder shopkeeper She looked at me as if he had seen a ghost; even the fairies dared not eat me. It turned out I was an ancient poisonous creature—the mongoose.
I raised an eyebrow and pointed at the Red-Clothed Man. "I am a Mongoose, so what are you?"
He chuckled softly, his red eyes flickering like dancing flames.
"I am a Centipede, just passing through the Peach Blossom Forest. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave," he replied.
But his feet were no faster than my mouth. I bared my sharp teeth and glared menacingly. "Take me out of this peach grove."
He hurriedly waved his hands, a hint of panic on his face as he spoke urgently. "I reside with the Qianyu Fairy; how could I betray her? She set up the traps to ensnare you, not wanting you to disturb her good fortune. If I break the traps, wouldn't that be heartless?"
"Is that so?"
I narrowed my eyes slightly, a cold glint flashing within them. I deliberately ground my teeth together, the sound echoing ominously in the stillness of the peach grove.
Hearing that chilling grinding noise, the Centipede's legs weakened slightly, and a look of resignation crossed his face. In the end, he led me out of the peach grove.
I shouted loudly for Song Mingyu's name, searching outside the grove for about two hours.
The sun hung high in the sky, its scorching rays leaving me parched and weak, my legs trembling as I felt faint.
But I refused to give up, still hoarsely calling out, "Song Poison, come out! I don’t want to hear it from anyone else; I want to hear you say it yourself— that you want to stay and that you don’t want me anymore!"
As I shouted, tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks—salty and bitter—sliding down my face.
“Stupid Jiu Jiu, how could I ever leave you?” I was taken aback and quickly raised my head, only to see Song Mingyu standing before me in all black.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. For a moment, I was stunned, but then I excitedly reached out both hands, gripping his tightly as if I were holding onto the most important thing in my life.
“Where have you been these past few days?” My eyes were red, filled with grievance and anger as I questioned him. Song Mingyu furrowed his brow, his lips pressed together in silence.
“He has been with me for the past few days. If the young lady wants to know anything, feel free to ask me,” Qianyu said with a faint smile, gracefully walking over to Song Mingyu. Dressed in purple, she looked even more radiant against her snow-white skin and ink-black hair.
Yet, as I looked at her, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of displeasure.
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