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“Xiang Xueer, where are you? Come out quickly!” Li Yunyang shouted angrily, suddenly finding himself face to face with a dozen naked women in the bathroom, all staring at him in shock.
Three seconds later, a wave of screams erupted from the women's bathhouse: “Help! Catch the pervert!”
“Beat him to death, that pervert!”
Xiang Xueer had already walked far away but still heard the horrifying shouts. She couldn't help but laugh, raising her head to look at the bathhouse not far away: “You little brat, challenging me? You deserve to be beaten!”
“Hmm, where's the next stop? Let me see!” She leisurely pulled out a map from her pocket and followed the route. After passing through Mist Village, it seemed she would need to travel for two more days through what appeared to be a desolate forest before reaching the next village: Jibei Village.
“Two days' journey; it looks like I need to buy some food first!” After wandering around the village, Xiang Xueer chose a horse and bought some water and food before setting off.
Walking for two days would be exhausting, but riding a horse would make it much easier. By nightfall, she was less than thirty kilometers away from Jibei Village.
As night fell, she decided to rest for a while; she could reach there by morning. Xiang Xueer led her horse to a small stream in the woods for water and found a spot in the dense forest to rest.
Just as she was dozing off, she suddenly felt a chill all over her body. She struggled to open her eyes, but it felt as if her body was being controlled and she couldn't move at all.
What was happening? She felt light-headed as scenes began to flash before her eyes: memories of her father taking her to an amusement park when she was young, moments from her time as a mercenary, and encounters with He Qingming during her assassin days.
A gunshot rang out, and standing in front of her was He Qingming, holding a gun with his red eyes fixed on her. Xiang Xueer suddenly felt a sharp pain in her chest; it was that night—the night of the murder. She struggled to escape this nightmare.
“Ah!” she screamed as she sat up straight, beads of cold sweat on her forehead. It was just a dream. She swallowed hard and wiped the sweat from her brow, relieved to have woken up; otherwise, it felt like she would have been consumed by that dream.
Xiang Xueer picked up her water bottle and took a sip, feeling more relaxed. She turned to look at the endless trees around her and suddenly noticed wisps of White Mist rising from the ground.
Fog? More fog? Xiang Xueer frowned tightly, suddenly feeling a sense of impending danger. The sound of footsteps, 'tap, tap, tap,' echoed from the black night behind her. She turned sharply, glancing sideways, and shouted, "Who’s there?"
Xiang Xueer reached for her waist, feeling frustrated as she remembered she was in ancient times and had no gun. She cautiously took two steps back, staring at the person emerging from the dark curtain.
"Shirley!" A deep and familiar voice came from a middle-aged man in his forties, wearing a dark gray trench coat. His temples were streaked with white hair, and he wore a weathered yet kind smile on his face.
Xiang Xueer was stunned, her big eyes fixed on the man in front of her. It felt like a thorn was stuck in her throat, making it impossible to swallow. After a moment, she stammered out two words: "Dad, Daddy?"
No way. Xiang Xueer rubbed her eyes in disbelief. It was real; it was Dad. But he had passed away many years ago and couldn't possibly be here unless she was dreaming.
Yet, why did her feet start moving against her will, step by step toward him? For so many years, how much she had longed to see him again, even if just in a dream. Xiang Xueer's eyes grew moist; no matter how cold or sharp a killer might be, there is always a soft spot in the heart reserved for family.
"Shirley! Come here! Come to Daddy!" The man raised his arms to welcome her, his lips curling into that kind smile once more. Xiang Xueer's heart finally surrendered; she rushed over and embraced him.
It was him; it really was him. Even the faint scent of tobacco on him was the same. Xiang Xueer held him tightly and silently prayed: God, let this moment last a little longer; I would be willing to stay in this dream forever.
"Dad, I miss you so much!" Xiang Xueer looked up at that familiar face with a blissful smile. The man nodded: "Shirley, Daddy misses you too. How have you been these past few years?"
Xiang Xueer shook her head but then nodded immediately: "Yes, I've been well, but without you by my side, I feel so lonely!"
"So do I!" Her father squinted his eyes; a fleeting glint of coldness passed through them as he stroked Xiang Xueer's hair. "Sweetheart, do you want to be with me forever?"
Xiang Xueer nodded vigorously, holding onto his waist tightly: "I do! I do! I want to live with Dad forever!"
"Hehe, I want to be together forever too!" Her father wrapped his arms around her tightly. Gradually, she felt his grip becoming stronger and stronger until it felt like she could hardly breathe. She tilted her head back and gasped for air: "Dad... Daddy, don’t hold me so tight; I... I can’t breathe!"
"Baby, it's okay, you won't feel uncomfortable soon, and then you can be with Daddy forever!" The father bent down and hugged her tightly again. Finally, Xiang Xueer, who was almost suffocating, began to struggle, feeling dizzy as everything around her turned black.
"I am the leader of the current Holy Ten Exorcists: the chief disciple of Feng Qingyang: Li Yunyang. Quickly kneel and beg for mercy, surrender!" This opening line sounded familiar. Just then, a hand reached out from the darkness and pulled her out of the tight grip: "Hey, Dead Girl, wake up, hurry up!"
"Ah!" Xiang Xueer suddenly opened her eyes to see Li Yunyang shaking her vigorously with a bruise on his forehead. He sighed in relief when he saw her regain consciousness and immediately scolded, "You left me behind! I ended up rushing into the women's bathhouse and being mistaken for a pervert!"
"Ah, Dad!" Xiang Xueer turned her head to look for her father's figure. She scrambled to get up without caring about Li Yunyang, but there was no sign of her father anywhere.
"Where's my dad? Where did you hide him?" Xiang Xueer angrily grabbed Li Yunyang's arm, immediately blaming him and insisting that he had hidden her father.
"Dad?" Li Yunyang furrowed his brows slightly and pointed with narrowed eyes at a tree two hundred meters away: "I haven't seen your dad, but I did see a monster that seems ready to take your life!"
Monster? Xiang Xueer looked shocked and followed Li Yunyang's finger. On a tree over ten meters high stood a figure. With a whoosh, it jumped down from the tree and slowly walked over.
"My dear daughter, what happened? Weren't you just calling me Daddy?" A small boy emerged from the darkness, looking about eleven or twelve years old, with fair skin and a round, cute face, blinking his Blue Eyes at the two in front of him.
Gradually, a sinister smile crept onto his lips as he looked at the furious Xiang Xueer, unable to help but chuckle: "Come on, baby, call Daddy again for me to hear!"
Xiang Xueer, who had not reacted at first, now fully understood. It seemed this child was also a demon. She clenched her fists and stepped forward, wanting to throw a punch: "You little brat, how dare you impersonate my father! Just wait until I take you down!"
Standing beside her, Li Yunyang quickly reached out to hold her back: "Don't be impulsive; we're in the Lost Forest. This demon seems capable of changing its form!"
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