The Cannon-Fodder Villainess Faked Her Death, Her Five Beast Mates Go Wild-Chapter 165: Failed Escape

She heard occasional muffled laughter from nearby, and Wen Shu covered her face, increasingly regretting not hiding immediately.

She got up and pushed open the window, seeing the bright moonlight and the guards by the columns nodding off. After closing the window, she walked toward Rah, who was secretly watching her.

He didn’t know what he was thinking; when he saw her approach, his face turned completely red, and he stammered, "Wen, Wen... female."

Wen Shu resisted the urge to hold her forehead, and hugged the Little Winged Dragon in her arms, "Be careful, I’ll head to the Holy Temple first."

Her tone was calm, and as she walked to the back of the room, Rah’s face, immersed in joy, quickly turned serious as he watched her leave.

"I will come find you as soon as I can."

Her fingertips touched the window frame, recalling something, and she softly reminded, "Be careful of Romande, his superpower is really strange..."

Rah was stunned for a few seconds, his lips curled in a smile, feeling a trace of warmth from her concern.

He watched the female leave; due to brain injury, he couldn’t sense the urgency of imminent danger, and his mind was only filled with the excitement of her accepting him.

Elsewhere, because of Rah’s composed performance during dinner, Wen Shu had fewer worries.

She cautiously and swiftly left the castle.

Following the familiar route, she smoothly reached the Holy Temple, yet her steps halted behind the trees feeling a sense of unease.

It seemed too smooth.

Even if her powers had recovered, the Beastmen shouldn’t easily detect her. But from the castle to the Holy Temple, she hadn’t encountered a single patrol team...

This thought had just emerged when a group of well-trained Beastmen arrived from afar to change shifts with the males in the Holy Temple.

The Little Winged Dragon poked out half its head, looking at the empty surroundings, and asked in confusion, "Is something wrong?"

Seeing he hadn’t noticed anything unusual, Wen Shu shook her head, "Maybe I’m overthinking."

She suppressed the feeling in her heart and quietly picked up a few sharp stones from the ground, stealthily approaching the back of the Holy Temple.

After clarifying the positions of the guards, she swung her wrist powerfully and knocked them all down.

Luo Fei, witnessing this scene, was surprised.

He looked up at Wen Shu, seeing her move, those piercing eyes flashing coldly in the dark night, causing his heart to tremble uncontrollably.

The males guarding the Holy Temple were above Seventh Rank; the female had become so formidable...

Noticing his gaze, Wen Shu continued her actions, quickly rushing into the Holy Temple, seeing the Divine Tree Leaves on the high platform.

As if sensing her presence, the dim leaf suddenly emitted bursts of golden light.

The leaf she held similarly began to shine.

Feeling a warmth in her chest, Wen Shu took out the leaf from her bosom and slowly walked up the high platform. Just as she was about to touch it, golden light rushed out from her fingertips, eager to merge with the leaf on the high platform.

A wave of dizziness hit her, causing her to stagger a few steps and lean on the stone platform, her eyes covered in dazzling golden light.

Her consciousness became muddled; Wen Shu shook her head, and her dark vision cleared slightly.

There was a vague sound of a piercing howl beside her ear.

She suddenly opened her eyes, only to see a bloody mouth rushing straight at her.

Wen Shu’s pupils contracted, but the beast passed through her body, the agonizing cries nearly piercing her eardrums.

Seeing the scene before her clearly, she was frozen in place.

Blood everywhere, mountain-like piles of corpses, countless beasts fighting fiercely in the giant forest, with deafening wails.

"If this continues, we are bound to lose!"

"This is blasphemy against the Beast God!"

The scene shifted to two Sea Beasts with swaying fish tails plotting in a grand and bright palace.

They hesitated, but shortly after, raised their hands to grasp the dark red glowing crystal ball on the table.

"Great entity, we are willing..."

As the words fell, the crystal ball rolled to the ground, and the cracked lines spread rapidly with dark red light, filling the azure sea.

The Mermaid Clan, who acquired special powers, retaliated fiercely; the Land Beasts were slaughtered, realizing the seriousness of the problem, they made the same choice.

War ended with Beast World’s pollution spreading, driving the Beastmen into collective madness, turning them into irrational mutant beasts.

"Great Beast God, please forgive us."

Females with a certain resistance to the pollution offered sacrifices and pleaded for forgiveness from the Beast God...

The merciful Beast God forgave them, set new rules, leaving the Divine Tree to maintain balance, but a trace of strength from the escaping "entity" still remained.

The scene became briefly hazy; Wen Shu absorbed this information and suddenly heard a faint call.

"Wen Shu, female." 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦

She tried to disperse the golden mist before her, but her consciousness was instantly withdrawn, leaving only a familiar gentle whisper in her bewildered mind.

"Wait for me, wait for me to see you..."

She was somewhat at a loss.

Until a pair of cute dragon claws held her face, and those beady eyes approached, did she realize where she was.

"I’m fine."

She patted the Little Winged Dragon’s head, putting away the Divine Tree Leaves, and intended to leave from the back of the Holy Temple.

But as she hurried through the corridor, a careless laugh echoed from behind a column in front.

The Little Winged Dragon stiffened for a moment. Wen Shu knew who it was, furrowing her brows, and looked back.

Romande clapped his hands, walked slowly closer, studied her intently, a trace of amazement flashing in his eyes, "Wen Shu, female, you certainly are impressive."

Wen Shu remained silent, her gaze sweeping past behind him, seeing only the stark moonlight and a lengthening shadow.

He came here alone, as for Rah...

She pressed her lips together, feeling a bit unsettled, intending to probe, when Romande stepped closer, stopping in front of her, "Thinking of Rah?"

His tall figure was like a wall, completely blocking the moonlight.

"He’s in over his head, likely won’t be able to take care of you."

The close distance made Wen Shu feel uncomfortable.

She took half a step back, clenched her fist, but before she could act, Romande hugged her waist tightly, his wickedly handsome face slowly leaned closer.

"He’s a fool; I’m much more reliable..."

He smelled the familiar, unpleasant scent, his nose twitched, raising his brow slightly, "Plus, more gentle and understanding than my brother."

As he spoke, he leaned close to Wen Shu’s ear, his hand sliding down, "Want to give it a try? You’ll surely be satisfied."

Feeling a burning touch, Wen Shu frowned deeply, her claws suddenly emerging, stabbing straight at Romande.

The sharp sound of air splitting rang out, Romande’s eyes widened in surprise, retreating with all his strength.

Before he could steady himself, a tall and sharp figure turned into a snow-colored shadow, swiftly rushing toward him.

He raised his hand to block, only to see a shadow flash by, his arm feeling torn apart with intense pain, a deep wound reaching the bone.

The female pursued vigorously, delivering a swift side kick straight to his chest!

Romande dodged awkwardly, raising his eyes sharply.

On the sacred temple steps, the female stood upright, with a Little Winged Dragon perched on her shoulder, licking the blood off its claws.

"How surprising, so you’ve recovered!"

Finally having coaxed him out, Romande pressed his thumb against his chin, issuing a cold laugh, "You left quite a few nice things... why don’t you taste them yourself?"

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the silent Holy Temple was instantly filled with shuffling footsteps.

Wen Shu’s expression grew serious, her steps quickly attacking Romande, attempting to seize him, but before she could get close, several stabs of pain came from her back.

Her tense arm suddenly lost strength, she fell weakly, and before fainting, she was enveloped in an unfamiliar scent and gathered into an embrace.