The Witch! The Voyage Begins!

What kind of reaction should you make when you find yourself transmigrated into a short witch?

Is it a relief to have lived again, or a complaint that you've become a little girl?

Lou Le squatted by the lake, clutching his stomach, neither feeling fortunate nor complaining.

There was only one thought in my mind.

"I'm so hungry."

She was extremely distressed, as she had absolutely no memory of this world. She had no idea how she had gotten here.

I only remember that I was dead before, and now I must have time-traveled.

As for her own identity, she only knows that she is a witch, but what is a witch?

Lou Le doesn't understand at all.

When I awoke from my coma, I found myself lying by the lake. I was wearing a brown linen dress, and nothing else.

This linen skirt could also be called a tattered sack with an open opening, looking exactly like something worn by medieval slaves.

Its only advantage is that it's clean.

"Could I have traveled back to a medieval era?"

She took a quick look around and found that it was a dense forest with plenty of fallen leaves and humus on the ground.

And in the gaps between the trees, you can see low shrubs covered with sharp thorns everywhere.

The surrounding area was gloomy and shaded by dense trees, with only a little sunshine available by the lake.

"I'm just a little girl, I can't stay in the forest. Who knows what kind of wild animals might appear at night! I need to find a place with people, at least to learn what this world is like."

Lou Le's previous life made him less nervous and fearful.

She quickly made up her mind. It would be too difficult for her, a little girl, to survive in a place that was almost like a primeval forest.

Moreover, if a wild animal came, his life would surely be over.

This lakeside naturally attracts wild animals.

She struggled to her feet and looked around, trying to find a place where people lived.

It's morning now, and if someone is cooking, you can definitely see the smoke rising from their chimney.

She looked closely and noticed that there were continuous mountain ranges to the west.

That place is absolutely off-limits; you can only look at the exposed black stones.

Lou Le felt a chill and felt uncomfortable all over. She looked around at other places.

He squinted slightly and noticed a thick plume of black and white smoke in the east, resembling a beacon.

"Let's go in that direction."

Lou Le made up her mind, but before that, she planned to dig some mud from the lakeside and smear it on her body to cover her scent and reduce the chances of being discovered by wild animals.

She just squatted by the lake and glanced into it, and was immediately stunned.

There was nothing magical in the lake, except that it reflected Lou Le's face.

Her long, silvery-white hair almost reached her waist, and her pretty face was truly pitiful. Her pale golden pupils gave Lou Le a sense of nobility.

But she's too pitiful; she has that ultimate "scapegoat" quality.

The small beauty mark under her eye added a touch of allure to her otherwise pitiful and delicate appearance.

"Oh no!"

Lou Le puffed out her cheeks: "My beauty is going to be a disaster. It's a bit too stunning. In a normal world, it's fine, but in a world with a poor social order, I'll be sold into slavery."

"Looks like I'll have to smear mud all over my face too."

She muttered to herself and tore off a small section of her linen skirt.

The linen skirt was originally a skirt that went past her feet, but after she tore off a small section, half of her calf was exposed.

She divided the torn linen into three parts, using one part to wrap her silvery-white hair.

In my previous life, when I wasn't a little girl, I heard that boys who could style girls' hair were more likely to find girlfriends.

Lou Le practiced tying her hair up carefully, and then tied her long hair into a bun.

The girl used a burlap sack to soak up some mud and wrapped it all over her hair.

He rolled up a small piece of linen and pressed it onto his face, then smeared mud all over his face to make it look like a tumor.

The remaining portion was wrapped around my feet. I smeared mud on it, then coated it with dried dirt. Once it dried slightly, it could be used as a makeshift shoe.

Although it was messy, it was still enough to protect my feet from being poked by the messy branches on the ground.

As for the exposed, pale calves, they also needed to be covered up with mud to conceal the fair skin.

But as she was digging in the mud, her finger suddenly hurt.

After quickly washing my hands in water, I discovered that my fingertips were bleeding.

I quickly put it in my mouth and held it there to prevent inflammation or infection.

She squatted by the lake and searched around.

It turned out that he had dug up a seashell, and his finger had been cut by the sharp edge of the shell.

But when she saw the seashell, she suddenly paused.

On the shell, crystals resembling amethyst are constantly growing, and the shell itself is gradually transforming into these crystals.

Lou Le stared in disbelief as the white seashell gradually transformed into a crystalline structure.

I have this bold guess in my mind.

"Could it be a problem with my blood?"

She guessed, then, with some blood in her mouth, tentatively sprayed it onto the tree next to her.

But then I saw that the once lush trees were beginning to wither little by little, the green leaves turning yellow and falling like rain.

Some branches even broke off from the treetops and fell to the ground.

Most remarkably, numerous crystalline structures proliferated from the saliva on the trees.

"My blood contains poison?"

Let's call this stuff poison for now, but it's a good thing.

Lou Le was a little incredulous, but then she became delighted.

"This can be considered one of my own attack methods. If I encounter danger, I can spit a mouthful of blood at them."

Having found a way to attack, Lou Le, who was initially tense because of the time travel, finally relaxed.

Looking at the lake, she realized that she had turned into a little beggar with tumors on her face.

Yes, it's very safe.

However, Lou Le was still very glad that she had small breasts.

It's similar to that of a little boy, otherwise you'd have to readjust to your body.

Moreover, it's not convenient to disguise it.

After Lou Le had made all the necessary preparations, he picked up a branch about the thickness of his arm from beside the withered tree. After breaking off the other tangled branches, it made a fine walking stick.

She took a deep breath, picked up the branch, and slowly walked eastward.

There were many shrubs along the way, most of them over a meter tall, with small leaves and thorns growing on their branches.

This caused great distress to Lou Le, who was only about 1.5 meters tall! There was no way for her to force her way through.

The only way Lou Le could barely crawl through was to repeatedly poke a small hole in the base of the bush with a stick.

Fortunately, there was a layer of semi-dried mud on my bare arms and calves, so I wouldn't get scratched by the bushes.

However, the further east you go, the fewer these shrubs there become.

You can even see a dirt road in the distance!

This gave her a boost of spirits, making her feel like she had found her direction.

Heading east, we indeed found a human settlement!

After walking about a hundred meters, she saw something like a dog tearing apart a corpse in front of a patch of low bushes on her left!

"roar--"

The creature with the dog's head stood upright.

Holding a wooden stick studded with bone spikes, he glared menacingly at Lou Le.

Thick saliva kept dribbling from the dog's long snout, and a foul stench blew onto Lou Le's face with the breeze.

It made her heart race.