The Abused Heroine Stops Pretending [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 51

The village was eerily quiet. As they walked through, not a single soul was in sight.

When they first entered, the silence had struck them, but they assumed it was simply because it was dinner time and everyone was indoors.

Yet, as they passed several houses in a row, each one was deathly still. Peering through the windows revealed only darkness nothing more.

“Master,” Wen Mingyu pressed close to her, trembling as she glanced around nervously, feeling as though something lurked in the shadows. “Why is there no one in this village? Could they all have been.”

“Quiet.” Tang Jing suddenly perked up, listening intently.

A rustling sound came from the thicket to their left.

Wen Mingyu, terrified, darted to her master’s right side, peeking out with half her face toward the source of the noise.

The sound grew closer, stopping abruptly at the edge of the thicket.

From this distance, they could just make out a flash of red among the leaves.

Wen Mingyu’s scalp prickled with fear, and she buried her face against her master’s shoulder.

But Tang Jing locked eyes with the figure in the red wedding dress. In the blink of an eye, it vanished into the forest, as though it had all been an illusion.

“Let’s go,” Tang Jing said, withdrawing her gaze.

“Master, what was that just now?” Wen Mingyu asked, stealing another glance toward the woods as they walked, then quickly turning away, afraid of seeing something horrifying.

“A bride.”

“A… bride?!” Wen Mingyu gasped, instinctively looking back at the forest, but there was nothing there.

“Why would a bride be in the woods?” she muttered, frowning.

“Let’s ask.” Tang Jing was brief.

They had now reached a house with signs of life. After knocking twice, the door creaked open, revealing an elderly woman with silver hair.

When Wen Mingyu saw the woman’s entirely white eyes, she recoiled in fright.

Tang Jing spoke first, “Elder, might we trouble you for a night’s lodging?”

The old woman’s voice was muffled as she replied, “This place isn’t safe. You’d best leave quickly.” With that, she shut the door.

Though she had been frightened moments ago, Wen Mingyu now tugged at Tang Jing’s sleeve in annoyance, pouting. “Master, that old woman won’t let us in. Let’s try another house.”

Tang Jing glanced around. Night had fallen, and this was the only house in the village with a candle still lit.

“Let’s go.”

Since the old woman had refused them, they had no choice but to move on.

But after just two steps, the tightly shut door opened again. The old woman called out, “Come in.”

Wen Mingyu looked at her master in confusion, unsure why the old woman had suddenly changed her mind.

“Thank you, elder.” Without further questions, Tang Jing stepped inside.

Wen Mingyu followed closely.

It was an ordinary farmhouse, with only the old woman living there. The candle on the table flickered, casting their shadows against the wall, swaying with the unsteady light.

Given the strange occurrences along the way, Wen Mingyu was now on high alert, especially after seeing the old woman’s white eyes. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off about her.

Yet Tang Jing conversed with the old woman as though nothing were amiss.

The old woman’s expression softened. She stood, holding the candle as she shuffled forward unsteadily. “You’ll sleep in this room tonight. It used to belong to my daughter.”

“And where is your daughter now?”

“Gone.” The old woman’s hand holding the candle stiffened slightly, but her tone remained unchanged.

Wen Mingyu, being preoccupied with observing their surroundings, failed to notice.

But Tang Jing didn’t miss the old man’s subtle reaction, though she chose not to press further.

From their earlier conversation, it was clear the elderly man wasn’t keen on discussing much about the estate.

She thought it might be better to stay the night here and explore the area tomorrow in daylight especially that grove of trees.

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