Becoming the Villainess: I Dominate the Cultivation Realm with My Wok!-Chapter 438: After the Revision

The little girl did not stop walking, moving gracefully along the seemingly endless path, her thin legs constantly parting the dense yet withered weeds on either side.

Bugs kept jumping out from those weeds, which even made Chen Muxue slightly uncomfortable, but the little girl seemed oblivious, perhaps she was used to it?

"My mother came here with me. After she finished sewing the little tiger, I came."

What the little girl said seemed a bit contradictory; first, she mentioned coming with her mother, then she said she arrived after her mother finished sewing the little tiger.

But it’s normal for a girl who appears to be around four or five years old to speak incoherently, especially considering she’s growing up in a forbidden land; being normal in any way is already fortunate.

"Where’s your mother? Where is she? You didn’t sneak out on your own, did you?" Chen Muxue inexplicably thought of Xiaohua and couldn’t help but continue asking.

The little girl’s steps faltered briefly, but she quickly resumed her original pace.

"The little tiger got lost. Mother was very angry and went to them to get the little tiger. Then mother was gone too. They said mother was disobedient, unlike me..."

Before Chen Muxue could grasp the meaning of the little girl’s words, she was struck by the increasingly clear spectacle in front of her.

There wasn’t the derelict old house she imagined. Not even a trace of a house, not one brick or tile. There was a small mound of soil surrounded by withered weeds, but not a blade of grass grew on the mound.

"Is this... the place you come to play?" Chen Muxue hesitated.

The little girl tilted her head: "This is where I sleep."

Initially, Chen Muxue thought perhaps some people in the forbidden land slept in bizarre places. Last time, a woman was asleep in a rocking chair despite being showered with arrows.

But soon, Chen Muxue changed her mind, noticing something peculiar beneath the little girl’s tilted head when a thread fluttered with the wind.

Staring closely, the connection between the little girl’s head and neck seemed to be slightly severed, with a red thread desperately trying to keep her head stable.

Chen Muxue gave a gentle cough and unknowingly reached into Cen Lizhui’s sleeve, only returning to her senses when her fingers touched his warm hand.

Unexpectedly, sensing Chen Muxue’s distress, that warm hand held hers tightly: "Don’t be afraid, this seems to be an Illusion Realm."

Cen Lizhui spoke with the same secret technique previously used in the palace, his clear voice finally brought Chen Muxue some relief.

Illusion Realm?

Chen Muxue looked once more at the little girl, at her wavering head and that face where filth made her half profile indistinct, realizing it wasn’t dirt but a black birthmark.

Half yellow, half black; perhaps the little girl herself is the little tiger?

For some reason, upon realizing this, Chen Muxue found the little girl increasingly familiar.

"I think I know where the little tiger is..." Chen Muxue suddenly moved forward, not towards the distinctly eerie mound, but to the nearby weeds, using Spiritual Power to dig into the soil.

There was no little tiger, only a small hand bone emerging from the earth, which would be mistaken as a bone buried by a wild dog if not examined closely.