Human Ancestral Witch

Zhu Juntang's massage technique for Liu Chang'an's calves didn't seem to have much effect, but he still stood up quickly. The bat wasn't turning gray very fast, but they should hurry up with the nighttime tracking, since he was still thinking about having meat buns for breakfast.

This is not the summit of Mount Lu, but rather a valley near where Liu Chang'an and Qin Yanan had been.

A gentle night breeze rustled, the bright moon hung high in the sky, and the lake at the end of the valley rippled slightly, like a veil of moonlight fluttering in the hands of a celestial maiden as she danced.

Seeing Liu Chang'an stand up, Zhu Juntang remained squatting, reaching out to touch Liu Chang'an's calf, "Are you alright?"

"Um."

Zhu Juntang looked around and realized that he and Liu Chang'an were standing in a concave area. What was originally a sparsely populated woodland had been covered with a thick layer of dead leaves and decaying matter, but the strong airflow had dispersed it.

The shadows of the trees slanted in the moonlight like the outlines of a primary school student's pencil drawing. Zhu Juntang looked at Liu Chang'an's profile as he gazed up at the sky, and suddenly felt that she was going crazy. She had followed a dangerous person like Liu Chang'an to such a remote wilderness. What if he suddenly went berserk and violently agitated her?

That would truly be a situation where no one can help you... It's quite exciting to think about.

This kind of excitement doesn't mean that Zhu Juntang really wants this to happen; it's just something she thinks about for fun. It's like how many people enjoy watching horror movies, but very few people actually want to see ghosts.

The possibility of him forcibly emboldening himself is practically zero; the possibility of him abandoning himself in this desolate wilderness is much higher.

Zhu Juntang took Liu Chang'an's arm and hugged him tightly.

Liu Chang'an didn't care; she wasn't Qin Yanan.

I just saw her in a bikini at the pool. This kind of bikini doesn't bind the chest or compress the lines. In this state, the feeling of a B-cup naturally squeezing out is no different from the softness of her other skin.

"Bat, gray, gray!" Zhu Juntang reminded Liu Chang'an with a slight lisp while lost in thought.

Liu Chang'an picked up Zhu Juntang and hugged her. He took a few quick leaps and soared into the moonlight streaming down from the sky. Looking up, the moon seemed to be right in his eyes. Zhu Juntang cried out in surprise, clenching her fists and nervously pressing them against her chest. Her big eyes darted around.

Liu Chang'an always shot into the sky like a cannonball, then plunged into the ground and fell back down. With each rise and fall, he traced a parabola in the space around the city, and soon crossed the Plum Creek Lake area, chasing after the swarm of bats right in front of him.

He also had to slow down, letting the clearly unnaturally migrating bats continue to lead the way.

Zhu Juntang gradually got used to it. The arc of the rise and fall was more intense than the most ferocious roller coaster in the world, but Liu Chang'an held her steadily, giving her a sense of comfort like swaying with the water in a swimming pool.

"It feels like I'm stepping on the moon like an immortal." Zhu Juntang loosened her tightly clenched fist and reached out as if to touch the edge of the moon. It was just a pity that she was wearing a simple white dress, which didn't have a strong ethereal feel, so she didn't feel like she was becoming a fairy.

"I am the immortal, you are the immortal's fat sheep, or simply the Immortal Sheep. The Immortal Sheep and Chang'e's Jade Rabbit are the same type of mount, understand? As for treading the moon, only Chang'e can tread the moon, other immortals can't, because Chang'e is a widow, and other immortals treading the moon would be causing trouble in front of a widow's door. Let alone an Immortal Sheep? Even if you want to eat grass, the Jade Rabbit won't give it to you..."

Zhu Juntang was stunned. Liu Chang'an's nonsense was so utterly ridiculous that it made one want to criticize it. There were so many things to criticize that it left one speechless.

"How can Chang'e be a widow? Her husband is Hou Yi. Do you think I'm illiterate?" Zhu Juntang said indignantly. After all, she also wanted to be a fairy like Chang'e, with a peaceful and elegant, serene and melancholic temperament.

"Hou Yi was one of the ancestral witches of humankind. Like Kuafu, Gonggong, Nuwa, and Nuwa, he perished in the war of the three realms," Liu Chang'an said with great regret.

"How did you know!" Zhu Juntang had never heard of such a story before. She occasionally read novels on the male-oriented channel of Qidian, but not many, and she had never seen this type before.

"I'm an immortal! If the male protagonist is based on me, wouldn't he have to write some flashbacks like catching Hou Yi's arrows that Hou Yi with his Gonggong's head to elevate the tone?" Liu Chang'an glanced at the swarm of bats moving at a leisurely pace ahead, having plenty of time to chat with Zhu Juntang.

"Then... how can the Jade Rabbit be a mount? It's clearly a cute little bunny, always held in Chang'e's arms." Zhu Juntang felt that if a rabbit were used as a mount, then a big one wouldn't be cute. Small animals are cute only if they are small.

"Because the Jade Rabbit Jade Rabbit, the Jade Rabbit, doesn't mean it's a rabbit with a jade color, but rather a rabbit made of jade. Originally, it was a flying rabbit made by Lu Ban, so it was naturally a mount. It only learned to eat grass after it became Chang'e's mount. As an Immortal Sheep, you shouldn't argue with me any further."

"I am a fairy!" Zhu Juntang resolutely protested. Although the Immortal Sheep also had the word "fairy" in its name, who would want to be a mount? Zhu Juntang suddenly became smug, "You are clearly my mount now, carrying me flying."

Liu Chang'an glanced at her, and as he landed, he leaped and sandwiched Zhu Juntang's face between his legs, straddling her lower back. Using the momentum of the jump, it was as if he was flying through the sky with Zhu Juntang on his back, causing Zhu Juntang to scream in surprise.

Who is the mount?

"Me! Me! It's me, this Immortal Sheep!" Zhu Juntang hurriedly admitted.

That's more like it. Liu Chang'an lifted her off his crotch and, instead of holding her, tucked her under his arm. This was a treatment Zhou Dongdong really enjoyed, and he figured she wouldn't object.

Zhu Juntang dared not dance wildly, lest she anger Liu Chang'an and he let go, causing her to fall to the ground. She was sure to fall badly. Zhu Juntang was a little afraid of dying, but she was especially afraid of dying badly.

The swarm of bats flew into the Elephant Trunk Hollow National Forest Park ahead, and Liu Chang'an and Zhu Juntang also stopped.

Liu Chang'an casually placed Zhu Juntang on the ground and stared at the messy, dilapidated traces of demolition and reconstruction. In his memory, there used to be a Dragon King Temple on the top of Elephant Nose Hollow. Whenever there was a sacrificial ceremony, the local villagers would leave their livestock at the foot of the mountain, and the livestock would walk to the Dragon King Temple on their own... After liberation, the Dragon King Temple was demolished, but the livestock no longer walked up the mountain on their own. Obviously, the spirits of the demons and monsters were difficult to gather after the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the Dragon King was defeated in the vast ocean of the people's war.

"I'm going up the mountain to take a look. You wait for me here," Liu Chang'an said to Zhu Juntang.

"No... no... I feel so cold, it feels like something's going to eat me up." Zhu Juntang immediately stood up and snuggled into Liu Chang'an's arms, her face showing fear.

But once she was in Liu Chang'an's arms, the feeling that something was eyeing her like a delicious treat, drooling and staring at her with fierce eyes, completely disappeared.

Liu Chang'an frowned slightly and carefully sensed it. He vaguely felt a desire that coveted his life force and blood, but it seemed to be trying its best to restrain itself and hide it.

"What kind of useless mount are you?" Liu Chang'an sighed and had no choice but to lead Zhu Juntang up the mountain, which seemed to be the source of that desire.

There were no paths in the mountains, Liu Chang'an didn't need any either; he reached the summit in a few leaps.

The Dragon King Temple, its roof torn off, was now just ruins. Next to it, a new small brick temple had been built. Liu Chang'an sensed that the desire for blood and power originated from this small temple.

Strangely, the desire in the small temple was clearly being restrained, and the person was trying their best to hide it, indicating that they were afraid of being discovered by Liu Chang'an, but they did not try to avoid it.

Liu Chang'an walked to the front of the small temple. Under the eaves above the temple door, a dense swarm of bats hung upside down, their wings raised to cover their bodies as if they had entered a state of rest and slumber.

"There's... there's a coffin inside!"

Liu Chang'an put Zhu Juntang down, Zhu Juntang clung tightly to Liu Chang'an's arm, trembling as she pointed into the temple gate. Moonlight slanted in, and amidst the messy bricks, wood, tables, and weeds, a dusty coffin sat quietly.

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Whether you push it, give it to me, or not, it's all fine.