In early spring, in February, the frozen soil is beginning to thaw, young buds are about to sprout, and the spring cold is still severe.
"Wow——"
Pour a basin of cold water down.
The bone-chilling coldness was like an invisible hand, suddenly pulling back the hazy thoughts that were about to fall into eternal silence.
"It seems like I'm really out of breath..."
"It's really unlucky! Usually the medicine is given in such a heavy weight, but it's going to kill her when it comes to her! The deposit of sixty taels of silver has been collected, where can I find another one to send tonight!"
"Snapped!"
There was a stinging sensation on her cheek, and the girl who was thrown in the corner, soaked and with her eyes closed, frowned slightly.
"Okay, this little bitch is really pretending to be dead!"
Someone grabbed her messy bun, and the girl instinctively opened her eyes, and her sight was filled with the ferocious face of a middle-aged man covered in sunburns.
"Get up if you're not dead yet!"
The pain of her hair being pulled out and the obviously unfavorable situation in front of her gave the girl no time to think about anything else. Her body instinct was faster than her thoughts, so she subconsciously used the strength she had when she stood up to suddenly raise her hand and grab the man's forearm, and bend it hard.
As he left, he kicked the man hard with his right leg.
Move quickly.
The strength is far from enough.
The only advantage was that the man was unprepared, and he didn't expect that she would fight back, and she would move so quickly——
Taking advantage of this short gap to escape from the man's grip, the girl who noticed something was wrong with her body quickly glanced around, took a step back, lightly kicked with the toes of her left foot, and the dagger on the sack beside her flew up, and she caught it firmly.
In your hands, hold it horizontally in front of you.
"...You son of a bitch, you've eaten the heart of a bear and become a leopard!"
The man was shocked and angry.
This little girl was clearly timid and cowardly. All she could do was cry and beg him to spare her and let her go home. If he took out a dagger, she would be so frightened that she would not be able to speak. She is such a little waste.
How dare you turn around and point a dagger at him!
The woman behind the man was also startled. She was very annoyed at the girl's "disobedience". She cursed and walked to the man, only then could she see the girl's true appearance.
The person was brought back by a man, and when he was lifted out of the sack, he was in a state of unconsciousness. Although he could see that he had indeed given birth to a good piece of skin, he was still lifeless.
But at this moment, it can be seen that the young girl's black hair is half loose, her clothes are soaked. After being bumpy and frightened for days, her face is not even a trace of blood, but she is even more beautiful than a mortal.
Especially those eyebrows and eyes, which are clear and cold, and the pupils are dark and deep, like there is something mysterious hidden under the surface of a lake in winter, which makes people dare not look directly and take a closer look.
At this moment, the woman had only one feeling - this face... one hundred taels of silver was worth less!
Immediately I felt extremely lucky that I was not dead! Otherwise, the one hundred taels would have been wasted!
Seeing that the girl's hand holding the dagger was shaking, the unfazed woman smiled sarcastically: "Anyone who comes here and is ignorant will have a bad end. Little lady, I advise you not to ask for trouble."
So good!”
The woman's voice was sharp and threatening, making it particularly noisy in the girl's ears.
The next moment, a wooden stool flew out from the girl's feet and hit the knee of the woman walking towards her.
The woman screamed in pain, her knees went weak, and she fell to the ground.
"This little bitch!" The man was so annoyed that he didn't care much and picked up the wooden stick in his hand.
However, the girl had already attacked him faster, swooping down like a little wolf, throwing him to the ground with all her strength, and kneeling down on his neck with one leg.
No matter how strong the man was, his vitals were suppressed and he couldn't get up for a moment. He subconsciously reached out to push the girl away, but the palm of his hand was suddenly pierced by the dagger in the girl's hand and nailed to the ground.
The woman reacted and sat up. Just as she was about to step forward, she saw the girl quickly pull out a bloody dagger. The dagger flew like an arrow, as if it had eyes, and it pierced her eye socket.
"ah!"
The woman screamed and fell to the ground, covering her bleeding eyes.
The man whose neck was suppressed for too long was suffocated, his eyes turned white, and he passed out.
The girl, who had almost exhausted all her strength, let go of the man, turned away, sat on the ground aside, picked up the dropped cloth bag beside the man, and at the same time raised her eyes to look out the door.
Outside the door of the not-so-large hall, a stunned boy stood.
"Is this your father?" the girl said, her voice weak and clear, but her tone was flat and without fluctuations.
The eleven or twelve year old boy glanced at the unconscious man next to her and shook his head hastily, the confusion and fear in his eyes almost overflowing.
"You good-for-nothing, hurry up and tie her up! Go and fetch us a doctor! Hurry up and fetch a doctor!" the woman with bleeding eyes screamed.
The boy looked swaying and panicked.
The girl looked at him: "Do you want to fight me?"
The girl's words made the boy make up his mind. His expression no longer wavered, but his head shook faster.
"Is there anyone else?" The girl looked past him and towards the small yard filled with coffins.
Although it was daytime, the courtyard door was locked tightly from the inside.
The boy shook his head again.
"I'll tie you up, or you'll tie them up." The girl said simply and clearly, giving him two choices.
Seeing her standing up, the boy didn't dare to delay. He quickly stepped forward to get the hemp rope and tied up the unconscious man first.
"You heartless thing! See if I don't beat you to death!"
The woman cursed angrily, covering her eyes with one hand trembling in pain, and grabbed the wooden stick next to her with the other hand.
The boy's expression shrank instinctively.
"Shut her up." The girl threw the cloth bag in her hand.
The boy obviously knew what was inside, so he boldly stepped forward and immediately threw it at the woman.
The woman's eyes were filled with blood. She was so panicked that she was completely unprepared. After taking a few sips of the drug, she collapsed to the ground.
After the boy tied up the woman, he very considerately dragged the two of them to a corner of the wall where they were out of the way.
After doing all this, he quietly raised his eyes and found the girl's back in front of the coffee table.
She is...
Eat roast chicken?
The boy looked with some astonishment at the remaining bones of the half-roasted chicken that she quickly disposed of.
The girl casually picked up the cotton towel nearby and wiped her hands.
She doesn't feel hungry.
But she was too weak at this time, and her body's instinct made her choose to eat in order to regain her strength.
She turned around, looked around the room, and then walked out of the main room.
There were several freshly made coffins in the courtyard. She picked the one that pleased her, stepped on the bench beside it, entered the coffin, and lay down.
Yeah, it fits her body perfectly.
The girl closed her eyes with satisfaction.
It's just unimaginable that once a person dies, there will be so many troubles after death.
In the end, she had to put in the coffin by herself, and there wasn't even a decent messenger. Everything depended on her own consciousness, and thanks to her always having strong self-management ability - but the underworld's rules for doing things were somewhat perfunctory.
The boy who witnessed the bizarre process of her getting into the coffin and lying down: "..."
The huge feeling of exhaustion soon overwhelmed the girl in the coffin, causing her to fall into a deep sleep.
When I opened my eyes again, I saw the sunset in the sky, and it was already dusk.
The girl in the coffin slowly sat up, looked at everything in front of her, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.
After a good night's sleep, as my physical strength recovers, the awareness everywhere in my body becomes clearer, and my brain gradually wakes up.
This is not an afterlife hallucination.
But she is clearly dead and can no longer be revealed.
She subconsciously raised her hand and explored her neck. There was no wound there.
"How could this be so..."
The voice is not your own.
She stretched out her hands and looked at them in the twilight.
Although the hands were scarred, they were too delicate and delicate, and they were not hers.
The girl slowly stood up and stood in the coffin facing the dusk, looking at the real things around her.
An old tree in the corner had a few sporadic peach blossoms.
It's spring.
And she died in a heavy snowfall in the twelfth lunar month.
When she died, she was looking in the direction of her homeland.
And now——
It seems like she is really back.
The girl withdrew her gaze and looked at the unfamiliar hands again.
So...she is resurrected from a dead body?
Before the girl could think about anything else, the sound of footsteps behind her made her turn around warily.
Previously, I only regarded everything in front of me as an unrealistic afterlife illusion, and dealt with it based on instinct without any further investigation, but now it is different——
Still the same boy.
He was standing timidly at the foot of the stone steps, looking at her with a strange look that was almost like looking at something that did not belong to this world - although this was indeed the case.
"Do you recognize me?" the girl asked.
The boy shook his head without thinking.
When she didn't get an answer, the girl left the coffin and jumped off the bench.
Seeing her turn around and walk towards the courtyard gate, the boy struggled for a moment, then quickly chased after her, stretched out his hand to stop her, and shook his head with restraint in his eyes.
"No... we can't leave!" he said urgently.
"So you are not mute."
"No, it's not..." The boy looked complicated and anxious: "You can't leave!"
The girl showed no expression: "I don't like hitting children."
"...No!" The boy pointed to the closed wooden door, lowered his voice, and his big eyes were filled with uneasiness: "It's...everything outside!"