Hammer in her left hand, sword in her right, the eldest sister is connected to both worlds.

Chapter 196 Talking Nonsense in a Foreign Land

As Xue Tong and Xue Lan spent more time together, Xue Lan's cunning inevitably crept into Xue Tong's clear eyes.

She was originally an adorable little girl, as lively and agile as a little fox running freely in the mountains.

But now, in the eyes of the people at the Mountain God Temple, this time is simply like a mountain demon or monster that has run out of the deep mountains and forests, indescribably eerie.

The little girl had a sweet smile on her face, and her beautiful eyes, like her older sister's, curved like swimming goldfish.

Her voice was soft and cheerfully childlike as she gently walked to the entrance of the mountain god temple and greeted those inside: "Hello, brothers and sisters!"

Xue Lan, who had been driven into the cave by slave traders, heard Xue Tong's voice in her mind and couldn't help but pause.

Isn't this kid a little too honest?

Who knew that in the short time Xue Lan was standing there, the middle-aged woman following behind the children suddenly stepped forward, stood in front of Xue Lan, and raised her hand to hit her.

Xue Lan slipped and fell to the ground, dodging the slap, and a cool breeze brushed over her head.

The middle-aged woman missed hitting Xue Lan, but instead kicked her, saying, "What are you daydreaming about!"

The sound was shrill, like the cawing of crows on a mass grave.

Xue Lan immediately got up from the ground and staggered forward, her fingers unconsciously forming a small hand seal.

As the girl stumbled into the side cave, the middle-aged woman inexplicably tripped and fell.

Xue Lan only heard a cry of "Ouch!" when the middle-aged woman fell flat on her face. When she got up, her mouth was full of blood, and she had lost two front teeth.

Xue Lan sat in the corner of the side cave, placing the little boy who had been feverish in the carriage beside her. The boy had received spiritual energy from Xue Lan and his fever had subsided.

However, Xue Lan discovered another problem.

The child is mute.

The girl thought so too. Since the practice of mutilation and transplantation didn't require perfectly healthy children, it was reasonable for her to be a blind woman and a mute man.

The little mute boy was sitting next to Xue Lan, looking at her with his bright black eyes, which were full of dependence and envy.

Xue Lan subtly pushed him away a little.

But the next moment, the child grabbed Xue Lan's arm again and rested his head on it, pretending to be asleep.

Xue Lan felt somewhat helpless.

On the other side, at the mountain god temple, Xue Tong had been waiting at the temple entrance for almost a quarter of an hour, but no one inside responded. They just stared at her stiffly, as if they were looking at a ferocious wild beast in the mountains.

Xue Tong was getting impatient and disregarded etiquette. The little girl lifted her skirt and quietly walked into the mountain god temple. Then, pointing to the pile of ash that smelled burnt, she said, "Sister, your sweet potatoes are burnt."

Mingcheng frantically dug the roasted sweet potato out of the ash heap. Looking at the charred outer shell, he wondered what kind of little girl this was.

Xue Tong tried to take another step forward, but a sharp blade pressed against her neck. The blade was gleaming, reflecting a terrifying silver light.

In that instant, Xue Tong realized that she hadn't been hiding anything, and the people in front of her were aware of her identity.

A deep male voice came from beside him; it was the owner of the long knife around Xue Tong's neck, the black-clad swordsman named Dan Dao.

"May I ask what kind of mountain spirit you are?"

The four people in the mountain god temple were indeed no ordinary mountain dwellers; they were remarkably perceptive.

The blade was pressed against Xue Tong's neck, and the chilling aura emanating from it made the little girl shiver.

"Xiao Fei!" The four heard the little girl call out softly. A crimson light flew from the night sky not far away and crashed directly into the long sword at Xue Tong's neck. The collision produced a sound of metal clashing. Xue Tong took a few steps back with the long sword in his hand. In an instant, the atmosphere in the mountain god temple became tense.

After the crimson light dissipated, the group could see that there was something extra at Xue Tong's feet.

It was a spider as tall as a little girl's knee, its entire body a dreamy crimson red. Its front half was raised high, roaring fiercely at the four of them.

“A monster!” A young man with a refined air couldn’t help but exclaim.

Xue Tong put on the airs of a spoiled young lady: "How rude! I came in politely and immediately stabbed someone!"

The young girl stood with her hands on her hips. Her voice was clear and crisp: "My name is Xue Tong, and I am a demon hunter from Fuyang City of the Great Shun Dynasty! I think you are the demons!"

Xue Lan isn't here now, so I can't control what she says.

Transforming from a family of silversmiths to a demon hunter was a simple matter of a word from her.

In a foreign land, talking nonsense.

After hearing the girl's words, the group did not immediately believe her and remained extremely wary.

Xue Tong had no other choice, so she went outside the temple gate again and leaned against the door frame to speak:

"Brothers and sisters, I won't come in. I just wanted to ask if there are any human traffickers around here?"

Upon hearing the words "human slave dealer," Mingcheng was startled. The woman slowly asked, "Why are you asking this? Is there a monster you want to capture among the human slave dealers?"

Xue Tong silently apologized in his heart, then continued his fabrication: "Of course not, it's because my older sister, who fell into the water as a child and has mental disabilities, went missing in Linyun County the day before yesterday, and I followed her trail here."

Mingcheng glanced at the man with the single sword to the side and noticed that from the moment he started, the man's gaze had been fixed on the spider and had not shifted for a moment.

Noticing his companion's questioning gaze, the young man slowly nodded.

Mingcheng breathed a sigh of relief, squatted down, picked up a relatively intact sweet potato from the ash heap, and handed it to Xue Tong.

"There are indeed traces of human traffickers on this mountain, but Xingqingshan stretches for eight hundred miles, so it won't be easy to find them."

As she spoke, the woman's voice carried a deep sense of helplessness, and the weariness in her eyes almost palpable.

Xue Tong caught the roasted sweet potato. The sweet potato emitted a sweet aroma, providing a heartwarming comfort in the still slightly chilly mountain air of early spring.

“If I know where my sister is, then I know where the slave trader is, right?” Mingcheng looked at the little girl and gave her a bright smile, which was especially warm and radiant in the firelight.

She waved to the four people in front of her: "Goodbye, thank you for the sweet potatoes."

Just as the little girl was about to leave the mountain god temple, the man who had been silent for a long time suddenly spoke:

"The Scarlet Jade Spider, where did it come from?"

Xue Tong stopped abruptly, and when she turned around, the smile on her face was gone. The girl's cold expression was quite intimidating.

Then, she heard Shan Dao's next words: "Are you Xue Lan?"

Xue Tong's heart skipped a beat, and she tapped Xue Lan in her mind.

"You're quite famous in the mortal realm of Yuanming!"