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Sacrifice of the Beautiful Ghost King's Bride
墨書 Inktalez
16-year-old Zhang Jin felt her consciousness shrouded in a heavy fog. After a bout of dizziness, she felt her body floating lightly, as if being held by invisible arms.
There were indistinct murmurs in her ears, like distant shouts and conversations, but she couldn't make out who or what it was. Everything felt so unreal, as if she were in a long dream.
Gradually, those voices became clearer, and Zhang Jin's vision also began to recover. She found herself lying on a bed made of rough wooden planks, layered with dry grass, emitting a scent of earth and herbs.
Her gaze gradually moved around, revealing a simple room with a thatched roof and walls made of a mixture of mud and straw. Through the cracks in the walls, speckled sunlight could be seen outside.
The interior is simple, with only a bed and a wooden table with a few clay jars. On the table, there are some dried fruits and a bowl of clear water with a few thin willow leaves floating on the surface.
Zhang Jin tried to sit up, but found her body unusually heavy, with a pulling pain every time she moved.
She also noticed that her clothes had been changed and her wounds had been treated and carefully bandaged.
Just then, the door curtain was lifted, and a woman dressed in unique attire walked in.
She had a kind smile on her face, but her eyes revealed concern. Holding a bowl of steaming herbal soup, she approached Zhang Jin's bedside and said softly:
"Awake? How do you feel?"
Zhang Jin struggled to prop up his upper body, nodded slightly, and tried to respond, but his throat felt like it was blocked, and he could only make a hoarse sound.
The girl gently supported Jin and brought the medicine to her lips, comforting her softly: "Take it slowly, no rush."
Zhang Jin took the soup bowl, drank a small sip slowly, and felt a hint of comfort as the taste of the medicine was bittersweet and the warmth spread in her chest.
She took a deep breath and realized that her breathing had become smoother.
"Where am I?" Zhang Jin's voice was still hoarse, but at least he could speak.
The woman placed the herbal medicine to the side, sat on the edge of the bed, and her smile softened slightly: "This is a small village of the barbarian tribe. We found you by the river, injured, so we brought you back to take care of you."
Zhang Jin had a blank mind, trying to recall what had happened, but her memory was like smoke blown away by the wind, elusive.
She only remembers the car accident, and then everything became blurry.
"Car accident?" The woman clearly didn't understand Jin's muttering to herself.
Zhang Jin shook her head and didn't want to delve any deeper. She knew that what she needed most now was rest and recovery. "Thank you for saving me."
The woman shook her head and smiled, "No need to thank me, this is what we should do. My name is Yun Yan."
Zhang Jin: "My name is Zhang Jin."
Zhang Jin wanted to ask more, but a wave of exhaustion surged over her, and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier until she finally fell into a deep sleep.
When she woke up again, the lingering glow of the sunset had already spilled into the room through the window, adding a warm orange hue to the house.
She sat up and found that her injuries had improved a lot, and her body was no longer in so much pain.
Zhang Jin got out of bed and walked to the door, lifting the door curtain. Before his eyes was a vibrant scene.
The village was not large, consisting of several dozen thatched houses. The spaces between the houses were filled with various plants, some blooming with colorful flowers, and others bearing ripe fruits.
The children were playing and chasing each other in the village, while the men were working in the fields or repairing tools in front of their houses. The women were gathered together weaving cloth or grinding grain.
Zhang Jin walked along the village path, and the villagers looked at her with curiosity and friendliness. A few children even ran over to her, looked her up and down with their innocent eyes, and then ran away giggling.
Gradually, her emotions calmed down in this environment. Although she didn't know what she would face, at least in this moment, she felt at ease.
Just then, a drumbeat came from the other end of the village, and the villagers all stopped in their tracks, turning their gaze toward the source of the drumming.
Zhang Jin also followed the crowd's gaze and saw a group of people and horses dressed in gorgeous attire entering from the village entrance. At the forefront was a man with an imposing demeanor, his eyes deep and exuding an indescribable sense of majesty.
The man's gaze swept over the villagers, finally landing on Zhang Jin.
Their gazes met in the air, and Jin felt a strange shock, a feeling she had never experienced before.
This man is the son of the barbarian tribe Young tribal leader, Han Che, who is eighteen years old.
Zhang Jin's heartbeat involuntarily accelerated, she had never seen such an extraordinary figure.
Han Che's eyes seemed to hold a galaxy, deep and mysterious, making people can't help but want to explore. He was not wearing a gorgeous official robe, but a simple black battle suit, embroidered with the unique totem of the barbarian tribe, appearing both majestic and dignified.
Han Che walked up to Zhang Jin and a faint smile appeared on his lips, a smile that was inclusive of the world yet did not lose its pride. He spoke naturally and warmly, saying:
"Are you the woman who was rescued from the riverbank? I am Han Che, welcome to our barbarian tribe."
Zhang Jin was slightly taken aback. She didn't expect this high and mighty Han Che to be so approachable. She nodded gently and replied, "Thank you, I am Zhang Jin."
Han Che The gaze lingered on Zhang Jin's face for a moment, as if searching for something, then he turned and waved to the followers, signaling them to disperse. Seeing this, the villagers also returned to their own homes.
As night fell, the village returned to tranquility. Han Che pointed to a huge ancient tree not far away and said to Zhang Jin:
"That is the sacred tree of our barbarian tribe, it is said to have been growing for a thousand years and is the guardian deity of the village. If you don't mind, I can take you to see it."
Zhang Jin was full of curiosity about this mysterious barbarian tribe, she nodded, indicating her willingness to go.
They walked together towards the ancient tree, while Han Che recounted the history and legends of the barbarian tribe. Zhang Jin listened intently, gaining a deeper understanding of this ancient group.
When they arrived at the foot of the ancient tree, they saw a thick trunk and a canopy that resembled a huge umbrella covering the sky. The tree was full of various strange-shaped fruits, emitting a faint glow. Han Che reached out and picked a fruit, handing it to Zhang Jin.
"This is the spiritual fruit of our barbarian tribe. Legend has it that it can clear the mind and help people restore their vitality."
Zhang Jin took the fruit and felt its cool and smooth texture, emitting a faint fragrance. She hesitated for a moment, then carefully took a bite.
The fruit melts in her mouth, spreading a sweet and refreshing taste. She feels a warm flow spreading through her body, sweeping away her fatigue.
Han Che Looking at Zhang Jin, a hint of satisfaction flashes in her eyes.
The night grew darker, and Han Che and Zhang Jin sat under an ancient tree, discussing the fascinating things about the barbarian tribe. Under the starry sky, two hearts quietly drew closer.
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