Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

Qin Mo slipped out of the window of the room alone and chose a path with lush vegetation to walk out.

Standing on the high slope, Qin Mo looked back.

A large mass of ink color is surrounded by green of varying shades, and it is as beautiful as a painting.

Light golden and transparent gold flakes in the sky fall on the green leaves and flowers.

Qin Mo closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the strong breath of vitality continuously flowing into his nostrils.

Walking along a path rarely traveled by people, Qin Mo stepped onto a carefully paved, inch-long path.

On both sides of the path are lush green crops. Occasionally, you can see one or two black dots moving slowly in the green ocean in the distance. They are the villagers who are busy working in the fields with their heads down.

Qin Mo just looked from a distance for a while, then turned and left.

Soon, the neat and uniform fields began to change, and irregular fields began to appear here and there on the barren land.

Qin Mo walked deeper and deeper into the mountains, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and he stopped.

Qin Mo stopped where he was and turned back suddenly as if he sensed something.

A wrinkled face and Qin Mo's own face, because Qin Mo turned around, were facing each other in an instant, and there was only a palm-width distance between the two pairs of eyes, one clear and one cloudy.

If they put in a little more effort, the corners of their clothes would rub against each other.

The wrinkles on the other person's face were very clear in Qin Mo's eyes. His eyes suddenly widened and he stepped back quickly.

When did this woman appear behind him!

Qin Mo's eyes showed vigilance and his wrist moved slightly.

Suddenly, the old woman in front of Qin Mo slowly asked:

"Little one, why are you here?"

"This is not a good place."

As the old woman spoke, Qin Mo only felt a turbid gaze like the sticky poisonous mud in the quagmire of a swamp, clinging to him tightly and trying to devour him.

"I was just walking around, but unexpectedly, I couldn't find the way."

Qin Mo smiled immaturely and said embarrassedly.

The old woman stared at Qin Mo, her eyes fixed on him.

Although Qin Mo had a smile on his face, his eyes were filled with vigilance and alertness, and the alarm in his heart was raised to the maximum.

The old woman seemed to finally react and slowly pulled her sticky gaze away from Qin Mo.

"There are many poisonous insects and wild beasts in the deep mountains, so you must be careful, little one."

The old woman reminded in a strange tone.

Qin Mo nodded with a smile when he heard it, and replied obediently:

"OK".

After the old woman finished speaking, she suddenly turned her strange gaze towards Qin Mo.

Qin Mo’s face froze for a moment: “…”

To take action or not to take action?

Such thoughts flashed through my mind quickly.

Time passed little by little in the silence of the two. Suddenly, a strange wind blew from the deep forest, breaking the trees.

The old woman seemed to be awakened by the strange wind and slowly asked:

"Little one, who are you? Why have I never seen you in the village?"

Qin Mo's eyes flickered and he replied:

"I was invited to attend the wedding of Aunt Luo's daughter Zhaojun, and I just arrived not long ago."

The old woman was like a machine that had been out of repair for a long time, and it took her a long time to respond to Qin Mo.

"Call you king...Call you king."

The old woman kept repeating the words "Zhaojun" on her lips.

"Oh! You mean Jun Niang, right? It turns out I'm here to attend Jun Niang's wedding."

As soon as the old woman finished her drawn-out words, Qin Mo instantly felt that the atmosphere around him was different.

It was as if in a sky covered with dark clouds, a beam of golden light suddenly broke through the darkness, and the world became bright.

At this moment, Qin Mo felt the sense of crisis that was like a mountain pressing on his heart quickly retreat.

He could also clearly feel that the way the old woman looked at him had changed, and there was a hint of subtle kindness in her cloudy pupils.

The old woman said: "Since you are a guest attending Junniang's wedding, then come back with me. I will take you with me."

"...".

Qin Mo wanted to refuse, but he sensed a hint of coercion in the old lady's attitude.

Qin Mo smiled and didn't want to talk at all.

The two returned to the village entrance in silence, and Qin Mo saw the familiar village name plaque again.

Qin Mo thought, it’s finally over.

The old woman leading the way brought Qin Mo to the village entrance and showed no intention of leaving alone.

Qin Mo: “…”

Qin Mo was about to speak when the old woman suddenly turned around and stared at him.

The look on his face seemed to be saying, "Are you lying to me? That's why you don't dare let me take you into the village."

Qin Mo raised his foot to catch up with the old woman, and the old woman turned around.

As they passed the village entrance and gradually approached Jun Niang's home, Qin Mo suddenly discovered that the village was hung with flowers tied with black satin everywhere.

Qin Mo looked at the flowers twice more, and this behavior caught the old woman's attention.

The old woman suddenly smiled and said, "My son, you are anxious."

"Yes."

"At your age, it’s time for you to get married."

The old woman's words were full of memories and emotions, as if she was looking at someone illusory through Qin Mo's figure.

Qin Mo's eyes flickered and he ignored the old woman's teasing words.

Qin Mo: "Are these all arranged for Jun Niang's wedding?"

Old woman: “Yeah.”

When the old woman heard Qin Mo's question, a gleam of light flashed quickly under her wrinkled eyelids.

Qin Mo's eyes darkened, and he associated these black silk flowers with the second task.

If the entire wedding was decorated in black, what would the red wedding he attended look like?