Chapter 1
Zhang Erhua just bent down to pick a herb, and when she got up again, the sky was already dark, and the wind was blowing heavy snow, covering the sky and covering the earth.

From the warm spring to the midwinter, it's just a pitch.

The freshly picked gentian grass froze visibly to the naked eye, and the cold came from all directions. The spring shirt, which was too heavy just now, was not enough to resist the cold even if it was wrapped tightly.

It was clearly noon, but the sky was as eerie as night.

Zhang Erhua's mind suddenly came up with the words that A Niang often said: the sky is different, and monsters come and go.

She hurriedly picked up the medicine basket and ran out of the mountain depression.Snowflakes fluttered wildly, like a lost white butterfly, flung themselves on the face, chilling people.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, and something fell from the cliff and landed not far in front of her.

Zhang Erhua stopped abruptly.

The snow fell silently in the mountain depression, and there was a dead silence, only the sound of her heartbeat, which was rushing and flustered.

It was a carriage, inlaid with gold and jade, but unfortunately it had fallen apart.The coachman and a servant fell to the ground, and their life and death are unknown.

Jiumian Mountain is not far from Lan'an City, the capital city. Some nobles in the capital city will build other gardens in the mountains and come here to play in their free time.I heard that Princess Jing'an is going to hold a peach blossom banquet in the mountain garden recently, and I think the owner of this carriage is here to attend the flower banquet.

Zhang Erhua really doesn't understand the romance of noble girls from aristocratic families. He only said that peach blossoms are beautiful, but they can't be eaten as a meal. It's unnecessary to drive several miles to enjoy the flowers.

Now that the car overturned and people were killed, what is the plan?

Thinking like this, she was about to go around, when she suddenly saw the curtain of the overturned carriage move, and a woman in Chinese clothes got out of the carriage.

Although the description is a bit embarrassing, Zhang Erhua is still dumbfounded.

This is the lady of Lan'an City?

That face is undoubtedly beautiful, but what attracts Zhang Erhua is the gorgeous brocade costume, the finely carved hairpin ring, and the pearls on the shoe surface, shining blindingly.

But why was she unscathed?
Seeing Zhang Erhua, the woman turned pale with shock, and asked tremblingly, "You... who are you?"

Zhang Erhua didn't know how to answer when a light came on not far away.

The bright light was like a will-o'-the-wisp, swaying through the fog, making Zhang Erhua feel fearful, and hurriedly hid behind the carriage.

As the light approached, Zhang Erhua could see clearly that it was a wind lantern with a silver-red fine gauze surface, and the reflected light was also light red.The one who carried the lamp was a woman in red. Her face was hidden in the shadows, and her eyebrows and eyes could not be seen clearly, but her figure behind the lamp was graceful and graceful.

"Do you want me to help?" asked the woman with the lamp.

An extremely beautiful voice, laziness with a hint of chill.

The lantern swayed, and the light and shadow flowed, reflecting half of the woman's face, so beautiful that she was not like a mortal woman.She is like the fox girl in the story book, and like the mountain ghost in Quzi's writings. She is born with three points of evil spirit and three points of ghost spirit, and the remaining four points are probably clear.

From pure to demon, it blended so smoothly on her body.

Zhang Erhua didn't dare to think about the woman who appeared like a ghost in the barren mountains and was not from the mountains.

The woman carrying the lamp stretched the light pole forward, and the dim halo was reflected on the hands of the woman in Chinese clothes.

The jade fingers are slender, as delicate as white porcelain carvings, Zhang Erhua can't help but envy such hands.However, there is a faint red line on the pale middle finger.

The woman carrying the lamp frowned in surprise, and stretched out her finger to caress the red line.

"What...what are you going to do?" The woman in the fancy dress was terrified, covered her fingers with her sleeves, took two steps back to lean against the carriage, and stabilized her trembling body.

"Your face has been spotted by monsters. The carriage fell into the valley, and they were all injured. But you are fine, it is the monster's work." The woman with the lamp glanced at the unconscious coachman and servant.

"You...you are talking nonsense, why... how can there be a demon?" The woman in the gorgeous dress said tremblingly.

The woman carrying the lamp glanced over faintly, and said in a cold voice, "If there is no demon, who held the red thread in your hand?"

red line?

The woman in Chinese clothes looked down at the red thread and pulled it hard, only to find that the red thread seemed to be stuck to her middle finger.

"What is this? Why can't it be removed."

The woman with the lantern didn't say a word, she just took a step forward, caressed her finger, a white light flashed, and the red line moved to the woman's finger.

She whispered: "I'll borrow your face for a while, would you like it?"

Zhang Erhua felt a chill run up his spine.

Face... can I borrow a face?

She grew up in the mountains and forests, and loved to run wildly in the mountains when she was a child.In order to prevent her from going to the mountains, A Niang often told her some nonsense, such as foxes and demons, ghosts carrying sedan chairs, monsters painted skin...

Since she had never seen it before, she was dubious about A Niang's nonsense.But today, why does she feel that the woman carrying the lantern is a painted skin demon, who is trying to deceive the face of the woman in fine clothes.

Zhang Erhua bowed her waist and shrunk her shoulders, and backed away quietly. Suddenly, she heard the woman in fine clothes exclaim in surprise. Zhang Erhua was so frightened that her feet sprained, and she fell down in the snow.

A crimson skirt embroidered with elegant patterns floated over, and the woman with the lantern was already standing in front of her.

Zhang Erhua was so frightened that she buried her head in the snow, not daring to make a sound.The voice of the woman carrying the lamp floated over and asked something that made Zhang Erhua even more terrified.

"Little girl, is there a handsome gentleman in this mountain? It's the kind of gentleman who looks very good, and is a good match for that little lady."

What?Still looking for a handsome man?

Zhang Erhua shook his head desperately: "No...no..."

This is also true, the mountain villages are full of rough men.

The woman carrying the lamp said in disappointment: "Little girl, since you have seen them all, if you don't call for someone to save them, it will be in your interest. If you don't save them..." She leaned over, stretched out her slender fingers, and picked them up. Lifting Erhua's chin, her eyes rolled slightly, "Your face looks good to me."

Zhang Erhua was frightened and agreed: "I will save, I will save, I will go back to the village and let my father and uncle come and save people."

Only then did the woman with the lantern smile in satisfaction, let go of Zhang Erhua, turned and left.

Two lines of footprints were left on the snow, probably because there were flowers embroidered on the soles of the shoes, and flowers bloomed every step of the way on the snow, which was even more beautiful than the window grilles cut by Zhang Erhua's mother during the Chinese New Year.

But Zhang Erhua had no time to admire, jumped up and ran towards the village, dropped a shoe in a hurry, and the biting cold penetrated into the sole of the foot through the cloth socks.

In addition to fear or fear.

In fact, she only knew that the woman with the lantern was very beautiful, but she couldn't see her appearance very clearly, but she could see clearly the face of the woman in fine clothes.

Just now, the moment the woman carrying the lamp lifted her chin, she saw that her face had changed into that of a woman in a fine dress, beautiful and gentle.However, deep in those beautiful eyes, there seems to be a dark and unclear world hidden.

 An overhead fantasy novel of the Tang Dynasty, focusing on emotions, second on catching monsters, and suspenseful.

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