Competing with the Male Lead for the Female Lead (Transmigration) - Chapter 30
Lan Feier spurred her horse into a gallop, leaving the town behind.
She couldn’t understand how she had made such a brain-dead decision back then. Her brain must have been kicked by a donkey to decide to travel with them.
After galloping for dozens of miles, Lan Feier reined in her horse and dismounted to make a fire and rest.
Staring at the rising flames, Lan Feier plopped down, laughing self-deprecatingly. “What’s wrong with me? Thinking I’m some kind of savior?”
What kind of incompetent and selfish savior was she?
Seemingly amused by her own thought, Lan Feier couldn’t stop laughing for a while.
The fiery red light flickered on her youthful face. After the laughter, a coldness unfitting her age appeared between her brows. Lan Feier whispered to herself, “Barely able to take care of myself, still thinking so much…”
The fatigue of days of rushing made Lan Feier fall asleep unknowingly, leaning against a tree.
Feeling a shaking sensation, Lan Feier was first annoyed, then startled. She suddenly opened her eyes.
Lan Feier’s heart pounded wildly.
The person before her was someone who should never have appeared.
Someone she didn’t want to admit but dared not face.
How should she explain her unannounced departure?
While her brain was racing, the person before her looked solemn and raised a hand.
Lan Feier reflexively closed her eyes, her guilt reaching its peak and rebounding, actually triggering a rebellious feeling.
She was originally a selfish person!
Besides, what relationship did Wen Wuning have with her?!
Why should she risk her life for Wen Wuning?!
Thinking this, Lan Feier suddenly opened her eyes, righteously glaring back, only to see Wen Wuning’s hand gently fall on her shoulder and pat it.
Wen Wuning stood up, looked around, and said, “I didn’t expect her to pull you in too.”
Lan Feier was taken aback. Although she didn’t understand why Wen Wuning’s reaction was different from what she had expected, she reacted quickly, immediately composed herself, and asked calmly, “What do you mean, Senior Sister?”
Wen Wuning briefly explained the current situation to Lan Feier.
Wen Wuning had been brought into an illusion by the woman. After some entanglement and fighting, the green sword found an exit. When Wen Wuning came out of the exit, she had originally thought she would wake up like before, but she hadn’t expected to arrive in this forest again and see Lan Feier sleeping under a tree with her sword in her arms.
According to Wen Wuning, both of them were now in an illusion.
Lan Feier was doubtful. She looked around.
It wasn’t strange that Wen Wuning had such a guess, because she didn’t know about her unannounced departure.
But she knew that the surrounding forest was exactly the same as the place where she had stopped to rest.
Was this really an illusion?
The horse was gone.
Lan Feier realized her horse was gone. How could a horse disappear for no reason?
Could it be that she had really been pulled into the illusion as well?
Before she could think further, Wen Wuning said, “Let’s leave here first.”
Lan Feier hesitated only slightly before following Wen Wuning.
Looking at the figure ahead, Lan Feier lowered her eyes. Wen Wuning still didn’t know that she had left without saying goodbye.
The two walked quickly through the forest. After about two miles, a village appeared ahead. They entered the village, which was silent and devoid of any human presence.
This further confirmed Wen Wuning’s words that this was an illusion.
But what did that monster want by pulling her into the illusion?
What could it possibly want from a passerby like her?
Suddenly, a chilling aura emanated from outside the village.
Wen Wuning’s expression turned stern. She quickly led Lan Feier to a stone well and said to her, “The demonic power is weakest here. This should be the exit. You go down first, and I’ll come after you.”
Lan Feier walked to the edge of the stone well and looked inside. The well was pitch black, and she couldn’t see anything. A bone-chilling coldness surged from the well opening.
The killing intent approached. Lan Feier didn’t suspect anything else, agreed with a “Okay,” and, holding onto the well opening with one hand, flipped into the well.
The moment she jumped into the well, Lan Feier felt that something was wrong. A hair-raising aura surged from the bottom of the well. Lan Feier’s right hand, which was holding onto the well opening, flipped over and grabbed the inner wall of the stone well.
But the inner wall of the stone well was made of stacked huge rocks. The surface of the rocks was rough with small particles, and her five fingers couldn’t find any purchase at all.
Her ten fingers clung tightly to the stone wall as she slid down.
The faster she fell, the more it felt like something in the darkness below was pulling her down.
Ten faint bloodstains appeared on the rock face.
Finally, she managed to grab onto a stone crevice half a centimeter wide.
Her ten fingers were bloody and mangled, her fingernails were torn, and her soft fingertips squeezed forcefully into the crevice.
Lan Feier gasped for breath.
The pain in her fingertips gradually spread, wave after wave, numb, itchy, and painful.
Wen Wuning had lied to her.
Lan Feier looked up numbly towards the well opening.
Wen Wuning’s face appeared at the well opening.
There was no joy of success, but rather a reluctance to meet her gaze.
She really wished this face could show a triumphant expression after committing evil, like all villains.
That way, she could be sure that this Wen Wuning was fake.
A low voice slowly drifted into the well, echoing within.
“She’s entangling me, wanting me to go back with her. I can’t go back with her, and I can’t get rid of her unless I obtain your body. Then she won’t have to go back. I have no other choice.”
A dull pain came from the joint of her right arm, which drooped uncontrollably. Lan Feier’s body tilted, and all her weight concentrated on the fingertips and knuckles of her left hand.
Her right arm hung limply at her side. It was dislocated.
The last time this arm was dislocated was in the interspatial space when she and Wen Wuning fell into a chasm. This arm had been forcefully pulled out of its socket by the weight of two people.
Various kinds of tingling and numb pains surged into her cerebral cortex, almost driving her crazy.
Lan Feier kept her mouth tightly shut, not daring to breathe heavily. She looked towards the well opening.
Wen Wuning didn’t push her down but waited quietly at the well opening.
Was she admiring her dying struggle? Or was her conscience not completely gone?
Lan Feier stared at her blankly, not knowing what she was thinking.
She didn’t say a word.
The two in the well and at the well opening silently looked at each other.
Until the last second, her trembling, tense five fingers went limp, and she fell into the cold, dense darkness. Lan Feier didn’t give up her desire to live.
“Ah-huh—”
Like a drowning person breaking the surface, Lan Feier straightened up from the tree trunk she had been leaning against, gasping for air.
The suffocating coldness in the darkness was like maggots clinging to bones. Lan Feier’s upper and lower teeth chattered, and she crawled towards the fire awkwardly on her hands and feet.
The firelight flickered before her eyes, and her heart pounded like a drum.
Suddenly, an abrupt snort came from her ear. Lan Feier, like a startled bird, jumped in fright. She turned her head and saw her horse. Looking around again, she was in the forest where she had rested.
Was everything just a dream?
A moment of confusion appeared on Lan Feier’s face.
Enduring the bone-chilling cold, Lan Feier wiped her stiff face and found that all ten fingers on her hands were intact, and her arm wasn’t dislocated.
Staring blankly at her hands for a long while, Lan Feier barely regained her composure. She extinguished the fire and, as if fleeing, leaped onto her horse and whipped it away.
In the darkness, she galloped wildly through the forest. Whether it was the wind or branches hitting her face, it stung fiercely. She didn’t know how long it had been before she passed a foothill. The mountain road became narrow and rugged, and she tightened the reins to slow down.
A faint crying sound came from the darkness. As the horse moved forward, the crying became clearer.
If she had encountered demons or ghosts in the past, Lan Feier would have avoided them like the plague.
At this moment, she walked forward with her horse blankly, gradually seeing the source of the crying. It was on a gentle slope to the left of the mountain road. In the shadowy forest, a huge black shadow lay there, surrounded by many fallen trees. The crying came from the black shadow.
Lan Feier jumped off her horse and led it up the gentle slope.
Without the dense forest separating them in the darkness and the ghostly aura carried by the wind, Lan Feier recognized it as a child’s crying. Judging by the sound, the child was definitely no more than ten years old.
The childish crying made Lan Feier’s hand gripping the sword involuntarily loosen.
She saw clearly that a small figure was lying on the enormous creature a few steps away, the small figure twitching uncontrollably due to crying.
Stopping her forward steps and watching quietly for a while, Lan Feier led her horse and turned to leave.
She shouldn’t meddle in other people’s affairs, especially since…
She wasn’t in the mood right now.
The childish crying was like a hook, pulling out a nearly non-existent sense of sympathy from a cold and selfish person.
Lan Feier stopped, turned around, and asked the child softly, “Where are your parents? Why are you here alone?”
The child lying on the giant creature heard the voice and turned its head. At this moment, the moon was just emerging from behind the clouds.
The pitch-black forest was instantly covered in silver moonlight, revealing the child’s face under the moonlight, delicate, beautiful, like a carved jade doll.
The indifference and coldness between its brows seemed innate.
*Shua!* Lan Feier suddenly drew her sword.
The huge black shadow behind the child also revealed its true form at this moment: a four-legged dragon.
A four-legged dragon?! A past conversation with Wen Wuning flashed in her mind.
Although much smaller, this was Wen Wuning!
“Who are you? How did you appear in the back mountains of the Wen family?”
Tears still clung to the little girl’s face, but she was very vigilant. She stared at Lan Feier for a long while, seeing that this person was breathing rapidly, holding a sword but making no other moves. Was she scared?
Was she frightened by Fourth Grandfather’s corpse?
The little girl lowered her guard, thinking she was a Wen family disciple who had strayed in. She kindly advised, “You’d better go down the mountain as soon as possible, otherwise you’ll be scolded again.”
The vengeful Lan Feier gripped her sword until her knuckles cracked.
The little girl had already shifted her attention, lying back down and burying her head to cry again.
This was still an illusion. What happened just now wasn’t a dream.
Wen Wuning had harmed her.
Lan Feier slapped the horse’s back, letting it go. Since she was already trapped in the illusion, it didn’t matter where she went.
She made a fire beside the four-legged dragon’s corpse and sat by the fire, listening to the crying.
Crying so sadly for a four-legged dragon, and still remembering it after so many years.
Truly full of affection.
She had always underestimated Wen Wuning. Wen Wuning was affectionate and knew how to make choices.
She had misjudged. She thought Wen Wuning was soft-hearted and needed her to give her pointers.
She was just a presumptuous, self-sentimental jumping clown!
Lan Feier stared at the firelight, hugging her knees and gradually curling into a ball.
The little girl couldn’t ignore the presence of a living person beside her. Her keen intuition told her that this expressionless older sister wasn’t what she seemed on the surface. Not only wasn’t she, but she was also very sad.
The little girl wiped her tears and leaned closer.
Lan Feier bared her teeth at her. “What are you doing coming over here?! Get lost!”
Don’t think that just because she was a child now, she wouldn’t hit her.
If she got annoyed, she would even kill her!
The little thing paused in fright, but surprisingly ignored Lan Feier’s fierceness and continued to approach.
A warm, chubby little hand landed on her face, asking with concern, “What’s wrong?”
The chubby little hand was like turning on a switch. A sour feeling instantly welled up in Lan Feier’s heart, and the deeply buried grievances and fears surged out.
Lan Feier kept a tight face, suppressing these emotions all at once, and retorted fiercely, “Don’t you know what you’ve done?!”
She pushed away the bewildered little thing.
“Get lost! Or I’ll kill you!”