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The laughter was as clear and melodious as silver bells, as pure as a mountain spring, and filled with the joy of wishes coming true.
Clearly, her target was Xia Yan's shrine, which had only been built less than two months ago.
She was a beautiful girl, like an elf, with long, snow-white hair that reached her ankles, as fine as the sand on a beach.
Her simple attire could not conceal her beautiful face, nor her curvaceous and slender figure, which was far beyond the development level of her peers.
Her appearance was also extremely beautiful. Her eyes were like water, with sparkling pupils like cold stars. Her eyebrows were as beautiful as a painting, like willows shrouded in mist. Her delicate and pert nose was a perfect complement to her exquisite and beautiful apricot face.
Her delicate, unpainted lips were slightly tinged with a moist crimson. Below her pretty, jade-carved ears, her swan-like neck was equally dazzling, and further down were her two exquisite collarbones.
She is undoubtedly a beautiful woman.
And she's definitely been beautiful since she was a child.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have lived to such an old age.
After all, in this world overrun by demons, for a human, a head of snow-white hair is a significant ominous sign and is very unwelcome.
This is also why someone would appear here; after all, sycophants exist in every era.
When Xia Yan was exploring the surrounding environment, he discovered that there was only one small village with a few hundred people within a hundred miles of Mount Aosan.
And this girl was one of the residents of the village.
More than a month ago, the towering smoke and the earth-shaking noises on Mount Okusan did not attract the attention of Heian-kyo.
After all, Okusanyama is located on the outskirts of Heian-kyo. Although it is not very far, it is in a very remote location, so even if there is a great yokai, it will not be taken seriously by Kyoto.
After all, you can't worry about being bitten by too many lice. The area around Heian-kyo is full of great yokai, so I've seen and eaten them all.
Judging from Xia Yan's displayed strength, he is only a medium-sized or even slightly weaker great demon.
Saying it's a small matter is a bit arrogant, but it can only be considered a moderate amount.
But it's a different story for the girl's village!
Although this village is not exactly isolated from the world, it is geographically quite secluded.
Thanks to the absence of many monsters in the surrounding area, they have lived peacefully and self-sufficiently for nearly a hundred years.
The sudden earthquake and the smoke of war that shook the surrounding area for miles around have terrified this little village.
If we hadn't had nowhere else to go, we almost would have carried the whole village away in the middle of the night.
After waiting anxiously in the village for several days, they found that nothing seemed to have changed, but they dared not go up the mountain to check the situation, so they sent someone to take a look from a distance.
As a result, they discovered that a shrine had suddenly appeared on the mountain.
After the news reached the village, it sparked a series of discussions about whether or not to visit the shrine.
If you say it's a normal shrine, they probably won't care.
After all, it's quite far away, requiring a journey of over a hundred miles over mountains and valleys. There's a shrine next to my village, though it's dozens of times smaller, but it's still usable.
But if there were any earthquakes or demonic auras before that, they'll have to think twice.
After discussing it, no one else dared to go, so they unanimously decided to send the most disliked person in the village, the White-Haired Girl, to see what was going on. If she came back, it meant there wasn't a big problem; if she didn't come back, then they'd have to deal with it...
Once the organization has made a decision, individual opinions are naturally unimportant.
Moreover, the girl was naturally interested in all sorts of strange and unusual things, so they were quite compatible.
So each family contributed some dry rations and sent her over to scout the way.
After trekking through mountains and rivers for more than half a month, the girl was very lucky to finally reach the foot of Mount Okusan alive.
After catching her breath, the girl scooped up some clear spring water from the carp pond and drank it down in one gulp. Then she washed her face, removing the sweat and dust from her days of hard work.
They then ate their dry rations with the spring water and rested for a while.
After adjusting his physical condition to its best, he resolutely stepped onto the stone steps leading to the "Okusan Natsuhiko Shrine".
Meanwhile, on the other side of Mount Aosan, a pure white wolf with a ponytail at the back of its head, looking both majestic and handsome, twitched its pink nose slightly, curiously looking in the direction of the stone steps.
Chapter 324 The Girl's Adventure in Okusanyama
Although Xia Yan lives in an island nation, it is quite different from his previous life due to some kind of mysterious power.
The biggest difference is the land area.
Famous mountains like Mount Shichikaku and Mount Oe are like secret realms; from a distance they appear as ordinary peaks, but once you step inside, you see a completely different scene.
Therefore, the mountain peaks became exceptionally tall and imposing.
Although Mount Okusan is not famous, has no secret realms, is located in a remote area, and even has less spiritual energy, its height is similar to that of Mount Ooe.
The summit is at an altitude of approximately three thousand meters.
The shrine that Natsuhiko built was located on a slightly higher part of the mountainside, at an altitude of about two thousand meters.
To climb the steps from the foot of the mountain to the shrine, you need to ascend nearly 30,000 steps...
It's early winter, and although the first snow of the year hasn't fallen yet, the temperature in the mornings and evenings has already dropped below zero, not to mention in the deep mountains and forests.
The air was filled with the earthy smell of decaying leaves after late autumn.
In the hazy night, on a relatively flat, sheltered open space next to the stone steps, a campfire dispelled the surrounding darkness.
The girl had already climbed more than five thousand steps.
It wasn't that she was too exhausted to stay and rest; it was mainly because external conditions didn't allow her to continue. Otherwise, she might have died on the way before even reaching her destination.
Her clothes weren't exactly thin, but they weren't thick either, and the material wasn't very warm.
It was enough for the village, but it couldn't withstand the cold wind on the mountain, especially after sweating a lot. The wind would make you shiver all over.
During the day, it can barely hold on under the sunlight.
But after the sun sets, it's a completely different story – cold and biting.
Because of the season, firewood is easy to find, but you have to be extra careful when lighting it, lest you accidentally set the whole forest on fire.
Fortunately, the girl was a thoughtful person and built the campfire very carefully, so there was no need to worry about her setting the mountain on fire.
The shadow cast by the firelight danced behind the girl, weaving through the woods like some kind of light-fearing monster.
The wind blew through the gaps between the trees in the forest, making an eerie, howling sound.
Just then, the girl's stomach began to protest.
She gently rubbed her stomach, took a sip of the warm water from the pool by the campfire, and barely suppressed the hunger in her stomach.
Although she still had a lot of dry food with her, she had no intention of taking it out to fill her stomach.
Because she was not well-liked in the village, although food was prepared for her on the road, the amount was only enough for her to barely eat two meals a day.
I ate my second meal today while I was at the foot of the mountain, in order to recover my physical condition.
If we don't plan carefully, we'll go hungry on the way back.
Although the girl was unsure whether she would be able to return alive.
But leaving some food for the way back at least gave her something to look forward to; having hope is much better than moving forward numbly.
The girl didn't actually need to come all the way here, because she was very good at storytelling, had collected many stories, and was also very good at writing stories.
She could write whatever she wanted without being able to detect any flaws in the villagers' writing.
If the statement is even slightly dangerous and offers no benefit, those people won't dare to come and verify it.
You can also get a bunch of food for free.
The reason they still obediently came here instead of finding a place to hide, eat all the food, and then going back, making up some random story.
One reason was her own curiosity about such things, but more so it was a stubbornness that she herself couldn't explain.
She wanted to prove it.
It wasn't to prove anything to those troublemakers in the village who ostracized her, but to prove to herself that she could do it!
But at this moment, in this place, the girl felt a faint sense of regret.
As someone skilled at crafting stories and ghost tales, the girl naturally possessed an extremely rich imagination.
Darkness, cold, hunger, howling wind, and a girl alone in the mountains...
These are elements that easily evoke terrifying thoughts.
In just a few minutes, more than a dozen strange tales had already popped into the girl's head.
Without exception, the final result was never very good.
Fear inevitably arose.
Wild animals can smell the fear on people...
Swish, swish, swish——
"who!?"
Upon hearing the sound, the girl gasped and cautiously stood up.
She couldn't tell whether it was the sound of the wind or some other sound.
All she could do was hold the wooden staff tightly in her arms.
This is a wooden stick that she picked up casually on either side of the stone steps when she was going up the mountain, just to make it easier to walk.
The staff is straight and slender, with a forked and curved head.
At first glance, it resembles a ritual staff or ceremonial object used in rituals, giving the delicate young girl a more imposing presence.
But in reality, it was just an ordinary dead tree branch.
Aside from being somewhat handsome, he is completely useless and not even sturdy.
If Xia Yan were to obtain the world before his transmigration, the man who saw it would treasure it and take it home to worship, inevitably damaging some flowers and plants along the way.
But at this point, it could only offer the girl a tiny bit of psychological comfort.
"Come out, I see you!" the girl shouted towards the woods, sounding somewhat bluffing.
But in reality, due to malnutrition, she could not even see clearly in the light of a fire, and could only vaguely see some shadows.
Not to mention seeing through the dark, dense forest.