He Hongyu felt terrified. In her previous life, she'd heard stories of evil entities on this mountain, and that if you encountered them, losing your sanity would be the least of your worries—you might lose your life.
Initially, she didn't believe in such superstitions. People from several nearby villages went up the mountain for resources year-round, and no one had reported any evil occurrences.
But after reincarnation, she believed.
After all, even something as incredible as reincarnation had happened; what else couldn't exist?
Then, a voice from her nightmares sounded, "He Zhqing, so it's you. I was wondering whose silhouette was so beautiful. Tsk tsk tsk, you surely have the body of a woman who's been nurtured by a man—quite different from a pure maiden."
A head emitting a sour stench pressed against her from behind.
He sniffed at her neck,
"So fragrant, just as expected from a city woman—with a scent quite different from us rural women."
