Chapter One, Lu Shijiao

The person in front was somewhat taller; he straightened his back and exhaled a puff of white mist into the air. His hoarse voice echoed through the woods, "Young master harbors great ambitions, with countless beauties at his side. Lu Shi Jiao Jiao is merely one among many concubines. If Wu Xiu wins the young master's heart, even if one day the young master learns that she has killed Lu Shi Jiao Jiao, he would not care."

At that moment, one person suddenly jumped up and exclaimed, "Ah—" letting out a suppressed cry of surprise

Without warning, Yu Zi felt a sharp pain in her chest. She hurriedly covered her chest, her face turning pale as she crouched down.

The person walking in front of him quickly turned around, and in the dim light, he asked in a trembling voice: "What is it?"

Then the person in front, upon hearing this, lifted the wide sleeves of his hemp robe and wiped his forehead, murmuring softly: "We have already been forsaken by the spirits, what is there to fear in being human?"

She discovered that not only had she traversed through time, but she had also received a part of the consciousness of this body

In this person's voice, there is a strong sense of self-blame and shame. The people behind him fell silent upon hearing it

One does not know how long this wasteland will stretch before reaching its end

As the footsteps of the two individuals faded away, in the faint morning light, the female corpse that had been thrown into the grass on the hillside suddenly sat up straight with a whoosh

A series of "crunching" sounds of footsteps on fallen leaves echoed, and in this extremely quiet moment, every faint sound was amplified several times.

After retching for a while, Yu Zi stood up and continued to walk forward, taking steps that were sometimes deep and sometimes shallow, in a daze. Surrounding her on three sides was the vast wilderness, while to her right was the wild burial site from which she had set out. Behind the wild burial site stood rows of dense trees.

Holding her stomach, after a violent bout of vomiting, she gradually found that she could no longer bring anything up

As the golden sun fully rose from the east, Yu Zi, who had been wandering dreamily in the desolate wilderness for an hour, was completely awake

As soon as the person behind him finished speaking, he jumped up again and exclaimed urgently: "There is someone, definitely someone, I heard the sound of breathing again."

In this moment of clarity, she had no choice but to accept a reality that seemed as if she had traversed through time.

Her body belongs to the daughter of a high-ranking official from the State of Lu. She has no name; the term "Lu Jiao Jiao" signifies that she is the cherished daughter of Lu, a noblewoman.

She stumbled about aimlessly, slapping herself as she went, first striking her head and then using both hands to hit her face

As she struck her head with a loud "bang," she suppressed her voice and screamed, "Wake up! Wake up! Yu Zi, can you hear me? Wake up quickly!"

He quickly turned his body and hurriedly dashed back along the path. As he ran, the sword hanging at his waist made a series of crisp sounds, "bang bang clink clink".

Yu Zi squatted on the ground, holding her head with both hands, gasping for breath, her heart aching as if it were being twisted. This was the first time she realized that the pain in her heart felt exactly like this.

After a bout of wheezing, Yu Zi's stomach and intestines suddenly began to churn violently. Before long, she opened her mouth and a large mouthful of black liquid gushed out, spilling all over the ground

As she stood up, she instinctively brushed her disheveled long hair back, and in the gradually brightening morning light, a beautiful and gentle face became clearly visible

This time, her voice changed, becoming clear, distinct, and crisp, characterized by a typical Hunan accent

In a state of daze, a red glow gradually appeared in the eastern sky

The person who jumped up took a deep breath and said with a hesitant smile, "It seems as if someone is sighing"

Everyone is dead, so of course their faces are as pale as paper

This is a kind of despair, a heartache triggered by a desperation that makes one wish to die once more

The person behind felt the cold wind rushing through his robe. After hearing his companion's words, he hurriedly nodded. At that moment, he had no time to say anything further. He quickly shook his hands and threw the female corpse from the wooden frame to the slope beside him, then jumped back in haste, trembling as he said: "It's back, it's back"

Gradually, the eyes of the female corpse became increasingly bright, increasingly bright

His companions, seeing him speak so earnestly, were also taken aback. He turned pale, his lips trembled, and he stammered, "We, we have arrived at the mass grave, should we, should we throw it away?"

However, there is no one here

The wooden frame thrown by this person landed hastily, making a heavy "bang" as it struck his companion's instep, causing him to howl in pain.

If someone were here, they would surely let out a scream

He spoke while anxiously looking around in all directions

As the memory was just retrieved, suddenly, a wave of overwhelming pain surged forth like a flood!

She is not currently in the dormitory bed at her workplace, nor is she sleeping in the house of her hometown; rather, she has inexplicably appeared in a wasteland, treated as a corpse by someone.

The person behind let out a long sigh upon hearing this, "Alas! Lu Shijiao, for the sake of the young master, bravely took the risk to obtain the 'Ten Siege Instruments' from the ancestral temple. If the young master possesses it, it will truly be of endless benefit. All the ministers say that with this book, the young master will surely be valued by the king, becoming the crown prince and gaining fame in the State of Qi. What a pity, what a pity, the great contributor Lu Shijiao has met with disgrace and death. After death, we have cast her body into the wilderness, forever and ever, her soul has no home, her spirit has no resting place, sigh!" What a pity, what a pity, the great contributor Lu Shijiao has met with disgrace and death. After death, we have cast her body into the wilderness, forever and ever, her soul has no home, her spirit has no resting place, sigh!

Amidst a series of "papa" sounds, Yu Zi gradually awakened.

After a while, it blinked its dark eyes and let out a low, dreamlike whisper, "Damn it! What on earth is going on?"

The female corpse turned her head, glanced around her surroundings, and suddenly reached out to slap her own head forcefully, cursing in a resentful tone: "What is going on? What is going on?"

The person behind looked at the deceased young girl, sighed deeply, and said: "Indeed. Lu's A-Jiao is gentle and beautiful, devoted and selfless to the young master, and truly should not have met such a tragic end."

The female corpse sat upright, her complexion as pale as paper, and her eyes stared blankly ahead, utterly rigid.

In the stillness, he lowered his head to look at the girl who was being lifted on the wooden frame. In the dim light, the girl's face was obscured by a cascade of long hair, revealing only half of her pale cheek.

The voice is soft and gentle, carrying a peculiar monotone.

These black waters, faintly exuding a foul odor, made Yu Zi aware that what she had vomited was the poison forcefully administered to her by Wu Xiu

It is now dawn, and a faint light is shimmering between heaven and earth in the eastern sky.

However, seeing his companion in such a state of panic, he felt a deep fear in his heart. Ignoring his own pain, he hurriedly limped after him, calling out urgently, "Wait for me, wait for me." In his fluster, he remembered to draw the sword from his waist, waving it around haphazardly to bolster his courage. Gradually, the sound of those retreating footsteps grew fainter and fainter.

In the dim light, the female corpse slowly stood up