Chapter 11: Frequenting the Riverside, A Slip Can Still Be Redeemed

Snow fell, blanketing everything in darkness. Countless tiny red dots moved about like red beans, accompanied by frantic, eerie squeaks. The stench of rot and blood mingled into a suffocating miasma, spreading a grotesque terror from the depths of the cave.

Ling Xi clenched her skirt tightly, feeling as if something brushed against her calf. Her back stiffened, cold sweat trickling down.

One could be weak, but must never show weakness.

She lifted her foot and kicked, but touched nothing.

Ling Xi let out a sigh of relief—it must have been her skirt just now.

Crash—

She suddenly fell backward, her fingers pressing against something sharp and unpleasant. A sticky substance coated her thumb.

The stench of blood and decay was as thick as old ink, fiercely invading her nostrils.

Before she could steady herself, a rushing sound pierced the air above, and she was brought crashing down once more, embracing the earth.

After adjusting, Ling Xi’s eyes could finally make out her surroundings again.

“Wen, you madman!” she shouted, turning to glare at the figure who had knocked her down.

Wen Jue was startled as well and hurriedly scrambled to his feet, pulling Ling Xi up with him.

“What did you just call me?” Wen Jue’s voice held an inexplicable warmth, his tone magnetic—dangerous yet alluring.

“What a coincidence! I was just thinking of Senior Brother Wen, and here you are,” Ling Xi said without hesitation, pressing her face against Wen Jue’s waist and using his clothing to wipe her hands.

Wen Jue gently pushed her forehead away, fingers entwined with a red thread wound around his wrist, a smile playing behind his pale eyes. “In that case, I should thank my little junior sister for her affection, allowing me to witness such a grand spectacle.”

His cold fingers gripped Ling Xi’s shoulder, forcing her to look at the scene beside them.

Beneath the ancient stone steps lay scattered skeletons, some still clothed in rotting flesh, others grayed and blackened, stretching endlessly out of sight.

Rustling sounds arose as mouse-sized rodents crawled from beneath the bones, their eyes blood-red, faces shrunk human likenesses, and their tiny hands tipped with hooked nails stained with bloody sinews.

They fixed their gaze on the two living humans, emitting strange “squeak-squeak” cries.

The swarm of rodents dashed toward them, eyes gleaming with greed and delight, swallowing saliva incessantly.

Decades had passed without sighting a living soul; now two fresh ones were delivered right to their doorstep.

Who could resist such temptation?

Ling Xi clutched Wen Jue’s clothing calmly, her mind racing to find a solution, forcing herself to remain composed while facing the approaching rat-men.

Wen Jue allowed her to grip his sleeve, then withdrew several ceramic bottles from his spatial pouch, selecting one and pouring out a pill. Frowning, he finally stuffed it into Ling Xi’s mouth.

“Swallow this. I’m about to start dosing the area.”

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