The protagonist committed numerous evil deeds.

Chapter 130 Clouds 10 Storytelling

They were in a hurry to rest yesterday, and their arrival was so sudden that probably not many people in the whole village knew they were coming.

How did they know? Wen Li didn't know. If those children hadn't bothered her last night, she could have slept for a whole day and night.

The villagers of Guiyue Village are all residents of Yueban City; they were lucky enough to escape from Yueban City.

There are hardly any people living within a hundred miles of Moonlit City. The reason they persist here is simply to wait for the day when they can go home and for their loved ones to escape from Moonlit City.

When Wen Mingzhu saw Wen Li and Aunt Song, she put away her impatient expression.

She disliked these women touching her all over, their hands unwashed. Besides, they clearly hadn't served anyone much; they'd even plucked a few strands of her hair.

Wen Li has such a bad temper and such a foul mouth, she'll definitely curse them to death in a bit.

"Miss Wen, your hair is so beautifully braided, and your hand holding the sword is so skillful!"

The woman took Wenli's hair apart and slowly combed it with a comb.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Wen Li said, "It's alright, my mother taught me."

The woman slowed her combing motions slightly, then said, "Your mother? Jiang Yanhong? She's a powerful cultivator too!"

Wen Li was very surprised, her voice trembling slightly: "You know my mother?"

"I've heard of her. Miss Jiang is a heroine among women. She always likes to travel all over the country and help those in need. Few demon hunters dare to come to the Yunzhong area, but Miss Jiang has come quite a few times. In fact, many of us in this generation have been indebted to her."

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Traveling far and wide, upholding justice and chivalry?

In Wen Li's memory, if Jiang Yanhong hadn't wanted to take her home, she might never have wanted to step out of that door in her entire life.

This was the first time someone had spoken to her about her mother without malice. Wen Li straightened up and said solemnly, "Thank you."

Everyone tacitly avoided talking about the Jiang family's massacre, creating an atmosphere so wonderful it felt unreal.

"What are you thanking me for? We should be thanking you. There aren't many demon hunters in the world who dare to come to Moon Half City."

"That's right, anyone who can kill demons is a hero."

"Sister Song, this scar must have been caused by a monster. You must have suffered so much."

Aunt Song silently touched the scar on her face and said softly, "I guess so."

"You've really suffered, all of you delicate young ladies. You're carrying swords and having to fight monsters several times your size."

Someone suggested, "You guys look amazing. Miss Wen, could you tell us about the things you've encountered while catching demons? I really admire you demon hunters."

"Yes, tell us about it."

"Tell me about it."

The crowd chimed in enthusiastically, and Wen Mingzhu and Aunt Song felt a little uncomfortable being surrounded by them.

Although Wen Mingzhu had cultivated for many years, she hadn't killed many demons. This trip south for the Mid-Autumn Festival was her first time leaving the capital, so seeing everyone's admiring gazes made her feel inexplicably guilty.

She casually remarked, "What's so special about catching demons? We're demon hunters; exorcising demons is just routine for us."

Aunt Song wasn't very good at dealing with people, let alone telling stories to so many people. Just as she was about to politely decline, Wen Li's voice, feigning modesty, rang out.

"Since everyone is so enthusiastic, we can't refuse them any longer."

As soon as Wen Li said this, everyone's eyes immediately turned to her.

Even Si Xiaxia, who had no physical form, was somewhat surprised. She thought her host wouldn't say much to these people.

Wen Li tried hard to suppress the upward curve of her lips; she had so much to say about this.

Despite being watched by so many people, Wen Li was not intimidated and spoke with grace and poise.

"Let me start with my first demon-slaying experience. There are many sea monsters hiding in the waters near Zishui City. One type of monster transforms into the appearance of a child every night and has no demonic aura whatsoever. They frolic and play on the beach, attracting people to approach them and then dragging them to the bottom of the sea to suck their life essence."

Everyone listened attentively, and someone asked, "Is this a very powerful monster?"

Wen Li waved her hand: "This kind of demon is not a very powerful monster, but as long as it transforms into human form at night, even if a god comes, it will be difficult to tell that they are demons."

Someone else asked, "Can't even His Highness the Crown Prince tell the difference?"

"Then how do you know they are demons?"

Wen Li seemed somewhat smug: "Of course, he definitely wouldn't recognize them. As long as these demons don't reveal themselves, no one will know they're demons; even the demon-revealing mirror can't tell. But I'm very clever. I was only six years old then, and I knew at a glance that those children playing on the beach must be demons!"

"Six years old! Miss Wen, you're really amazing! Are you even more amazing than His Highness?"

"You're only six years old and you dared to kill so many demons all by yourself?"

"So amazing at six years old! When I was six, I was so afraid of encountering monsters that I didn't even dare to leave the house."

"Miss Wen, are you scared?"

Hearing everyone's praise, Wen Li was very proud, and that's how she felt at the time.

Wen Li continued, "I wasn't scared at all! Really! They called me over to play with them, so I quietly gripped the ghost talisman, touched the sword I always carried, and strode over. How could those little demons possibly be a match for me..."

Everyone listened attentively. After Wen Li finished combing her hair and adorning herself, she stood up and began to speak with great enthusiasm and gestures.

Everyone was very supportive, clapping and cheering from time to time.

Wen Mingzhu and Aunt Song sat with their heads tilted back, watching intently, and gradually became engrossed in the audio.

"I was really unlucky that time. I fell into a monster's trap all by myself. Anyone else would have been dead, but who am I? I can't die so easily... I secretly turned invisible, thinking that the monsters couldn't see me, and I could run away once they left. Who knew that there was another unlucky guy who was also abandoned by everyone on that mission..."

Wen Li was speaking enthusiastically when Zhao Sicheng ruthlessly interrupted her.

"Wen Li, stop bragging. It's already noon, aren't you all hungry? Mingzhu, come here quickly, we've been waiting for you for two hours..."

It wasn't until Zhao Sicheng came to call them that they realized, to their astonishment, that a considerable amount of time had passed.

Wen Li swallowed hard; her mouth was dry, but she was still somewhat reluctant to leave.

We're getting right to the crucial moment!

Zhao Sicheng really has no sense of propriety!

After Aunt Song and the others came to their senses, they thanked the women and prepared to leave.

Wen Li glanced at Wen Mingzhu and Aunt Song's retreating figures and muttered, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"

After saying that, she turned back and took the hand of the woman combing her hair, saying reluctantly, "Wait, I'll talk to you again after I'm done. I haven't told you how I dealt with those monsters, or the time I took Second Master to the snowy mountains..."

Before Wen Li could finish speaking, she felt her hands being dragged away.

"If you want to hear a story, remember to come find me again... Auntie! Will you come to braid my hair again tomorrow...?"

Aunt Song and Wen Mingzhu exchanged a glance, one with a smile on her face and the other speechless. They pulled the person even harder.