Quick Transmigration: Don't Let That Cannon Fodder Go

Chapter 175 She always asks for 11

Song Xianyin spent almost the entire day by the side of the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven.

Song Xianyin stared longingly at the listless Soul-Devouring Blood Raven in front of her.

The name "Soul-Devouring Blood Raven" sounds very powerful. If it could recognize her as its master, wouldn't she be very powerful too?

Mu Silan looked at the crow on the stool with disdain: "Could you move it further away? It's ugly."

I hate these dark, murky things the most; they feel like they have a lot of bugs on them.

The Soul-Devouring Blood Raven seemed to understand what Mu Silan was saying and kept cawing.

Song Xianyin finally understood what it meant to be grating and unpleasant to listen to.

She was getting annoyed by their constant calling.

“Choose me as your master, and I’ll help you scold him.” Song Xianyin picked it up and placed it in a corner.

Mu Silan glanced at Song Xianyin, then sat down at the table and rubbed his sword with disdain.

The Blood Raven didn't believe her at all.

Whenever the two of them were alone together, it would keep its mouth shut and not make a sound.

It's like a silent protest.

Song Xianyin remained silent for a while, then silently squeezed out the blood from the newly scabbed wound, pried open the mouth of the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven, and let the blood drip inside.

The Blood Raven was terrified when it saw Song Xianyin's blood, flapping its wings incessantly, but Song Xianyin held onto its neck tightly and shoved it into her hand.

The Blood Raven fell unconscious the next second, and Song Xianyin waited anxiously for it to wake up so she could continue feeding it.

One day she will make it recognize her owner.

She wouldn't let the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven see Wen Chuyan because it always looked at him with a longing expression, which she didn't like!

Mu Silan glanced at the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven in Song Xianyin's hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.

Her blood is incompatible with that of the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven, so the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven will faint if it drinks her blood.

I don't know if it's because Song Xianyin fed them too much, but the Soul-Devouring Blood Raven has gotten used to it, and the dizziness doesn't last as long as before.

The village paths were covered with red paper-cuts, and the ground was covered with the footprints of horse-drawn carriages and people.

The villagers chatted happily, talking about the village chief's bride.

This scenario has been repeated hundreds of times.

"Don't arrest that sickly woman, I saw her kill someone last time," a villager wearing a straw hat whispered.

The villagers nearby frowned: "Is that sickly fellow really that powerful?"

The villager nodded, then leaned close to the man's ear and said, "She's from the Wuji Sect."

"If you're going to catch someone, catch the shorter one; she doesn't have much spiritual power..."

The man frowned: "But she has never come out alone before, how are we going to catch her?"

The man in the straw hat gestured with his chin toward the village chief's house: "There will always be times when she's all alone."

He refused to believe that they still couldn't catch Song Xianyin this way.

But Song Xianyin really never had a time when she was alone.

In the afternoon, they went to see the village chief's eldest son get married. She held tightly to Wen Chuyan's clothes and stood in front of Mu Silan.

When she wants to go out for a walk or do other things, she asks Jiang Wange to accompany her.

"What's wrong?" Wen Chuyan asked, puzzled, when he saw Song Xianyin looking back.

Song Xianyin was a little worried: "I feel like someone has been watching me the whole time."

Wen Chuyan comforted her, "It's alright, Miss Song, you can play for now. I'll keep an eye on things for you."

Song Xianyin felt that these musicians played very poorly; it sounded eerie and particularly frightening.

And whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that the musicians were watching her.

Wen Chuyan looked at the wall behind him, and the bushes beside the wall swayed gently in the wind.

He lowered his eyes and looked away.

There were so many people at the village chief's house today that Song Xianyin even wondered if people from the neighboring village had come.

And these villagers kept crowding towards them.

"Keep dancing! Keep dancing!" a villager reeking of alcohol shouted, pointing at the dancers.

Song Xianyin was unknowingly squeezed into a corner.

She watched the figure recede into the distance, feeling a little panicked.

"Wen Chuyan!"

"Jiang Wange and Mu Silan!"

All around me were the sounds of drunkards playing drinking games, people were packed together, and it was getting more and more crowded.

Song Xianyin was so crowded that she could hardly breathe, and it reminded her of when she was a child and took the bus to school.

At that time, she was squeezed in the middle of the crowd with her schoolbag on her back.

She vaguely felt someone pulling her hand, and that person kept pulling her to the side forcefully. Song Xianyin dug her nails hard into that person's hand.

She felt her fingernails scratch the person's skin, and the person loosened their grip slightly in pain.

Song Xianyin jabbed the man hard in the stomach with her elbow, then pushed through the crowd and tried to get back to where she was.

But the people in front of her kept blocking her way.

"You bunch of dead..."

"Well--"

A hand tightly covered her mouth and dragged her backward with all its might.

The people in front of her were all very tall, and when they stood together, they completely blocked her view.

Just as Song Xianyin was watching herself drift further and further away from the crowd, she smelled a familiar scent.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Wen Chuyan held Song Xianyin tightly in his arms and chopped off the hands of the two men.

Impatiently, Mu Silan grabbed the faces of the two men and ripped the skin off their faces, revealing two bloody, mangled outlines.

"Fake face." Mu Silan stepped on the man's head.

I was wondering why I suddenly saw two identical faces.

Jiang Wange frowned as she observed the people around her. After Mu Silan killed those two people, several people in the courtyard suddenly disappeared.

An aura of death permeated the place.

The musicians had stopped playing; they stood frozen in place, playing their guzheng, staring blankly at them.

Jiang Wange walked over to them and noticed that their stools and clothes were covered in dust, as if no one had been there for a long time.

The others in the courtyard seemed oblivious to what was happening and continued drinking.

"Miss Song, are you alright?" Wen Chuyan's brows were tightly furrowed.

Song Xianyin leaned against him, panting, "I'm exhausted."

She was jumping around the whole time, and she kicked almost everyone around her, but not a single person turned around to look at her.

Wen Chuyan looked at Song Xianyin's slightly curled nails, his eyes reddening: "I'm sorry, Miss Song, I said I would protect you."

If only he had noticed sooner, he wouldn't have been injured like this.

Song Xianyin was somewhat disgusted with her fingernails; when she had just scratched someone, that person's blood had seeped into the gaps between her fingers.

That must be absolutely disgusting.

"Let's go in and take a look," Jiang Wange said softly.

They all looked at the ancestral hall opposite, which was decorated with many red ornaments, and there was an empty table at the entrance.

There were some dishes in the bowl, as if someone was eating, but there was no one at the seat.

Song Xianyin felt goosebumps rising on her skin, so she quickly hid between the three of them.

She is vulnerable and needs the protection of the three of them.