Volume 1: Escaping from Hell

  "Child, wake up, child, you should be back..."

  In her coma, Dongfang Fengyi heard a very gentle voice, the voice was filled with infinite gentleness and holiness, with an irresistible charm that could penetrate people's souls.

  This voice was unfamiliar to Eastern Phoenix, but it made her feel very intimate.

  "Who are you?" Dongfang Fengfei asked in puzzlement.

  "Come find me, child. You'll understand everything then. Remember, child, you must learn to endure before you have enough power..."

  That voice was filled with deep concern and reluctance.

  "Child, you must come quickly, remember, someone is waiting for you, waiting for you..." The voice then grew fainter and fainter, until it completely disappeared.

  "Who are you..." Feeling the voice gradually disappearing, Dongfang Fengfei shouted nervously, "You..." and then woke up.

  "Where is this... it's so painful."

  Dongfang Fengfei felt like she was suffocating, her entire nasal cavity filled with a pungent smell, her whole body feeling heavy and cool, and she felt that the weight on her body was still increasing bit by bit.

  "Hurry up, I'm scared."

  A man with a shovel, dressed in a family uniform, was shaking all over and constantly burying soil in a pit, while saying to another family servant who was also burying soil.

  "I'm already very fast, you should hurry up too. It's really miserable, why do we have to do this kind of thing? When will that Seventh Miss not die, and she just has to die on our shift." The person was shaking as they spoke.

  "Yes, you're right. The second mistress is too cruel. Seventh Miss was just an eight-year-old child, and she was beaten to death like that. It's really cruel." Afterwards, he muttered to himself: "Seventh Miss, injustices have a source and debts have a master. Don't come looking for us, we're also being forced into this situation."

  "Oh dear, never mind, hurry up, I feel like there's something fishy going on." Another servant chimed in cleverly and quickened his pace.

  Suddenly, the two people buried in the soil saw that the soil in the grave had loosened, and then a pale, tender hand slowly rose from the soil, stretching out bit by bit to the rhythm of their heartbeat, deeper and longer, as if what was buried inside was about to break through the earth.

  "Ah!!!!!!"

  The two of them suddenly came to their senses and let out a shrill cry, throwing down the shovels in their hands as they turned around and rolled and crawled towards the edge of the forest, not even daring to look back.

  "What the...?! What is this thing?! Dirt?! Ah!!!!!!" A deafening voice rang out, and the shockwave shook the entire forest, spreading far and wide.

  The two people running in front heard this mournful cry and their legs went soft, they fell to the ground with a thud. After that, without looking back, they got up again and ran forward desperately, still muttering to themselves: "Fake corpse, ghost, Buddha protect me, ghost, Buddha protect me..."

  "What kind of place is this?"

  After the two left, a small figure slowly crawled out of the pit, with disheveled hair and covered in damp mud, like an evil spirit crawling out of hell.

  "How is it so dark and cold?" The petite figure instinctively wrapped her arms around her shoulders to warm herself, but as she did, her small silhouette suddenly froze, feeling that something was off.

  "How did my body shrink!!!!!!"

  Another even sharper cry came out from the forest, extremely mournful, like a midnight evil spirit's wail, and it startled all the birds in the forest into flying up.