Rebirth from the coffin

  In the 30th year of Emperor Dezong of Tang, in autumn, it rained.

  Autumn rain falls ceaselessly, fine rain threads weaving a grayish misty canopy between heaven and earth, the entire imperial capital shrouded in a grayish misty veil, treetops, rooftops, and bluestone roads, all dripping wet, everywhere imbued with the coolness of deep autumn.

  However, on this autumn rain-filled day, the imperial capital was filled with the sounds of gongs and drums, firecrackers exploding in one's ears, and every citizen had a bright and excited smile on their face. The streets were lined with crimson sedan chairs and red decorations for miles, all infused with the joyful atmosphere. It wasn't just because today was the day that Princess Xiahou Lü and the new martial arts champion were getting married, but also because today was the day that the imperial capital's number one evil woman, Bai Liuli, was being buried!

  In fact, the death of Bai Lian brought more joy to the common people than this royal celebration. The loud and festive sound of gongs and firecrackers was mostly raised in celebration of Bai Lian's death.

  What kind of person is Bai Luli? In this Ze country where martial arts are revered, she was the eldest daughter of the White family, one of the three major families, but a complete waste with no redeeming qualities. Not only that, but she also relied on the emperor's favor to do evil and harm others everywhere. At ten years old, she beat up a high-ranking official in court; at eleven years old, she cut off Zhang Gongzi's lifeblood, making him a eunuch; at fifteen years old, she whipped a servant to death. Every day, she bullied the common people and did evil everywhere, earning her the nickname "Evil Girl" among the imperial capital's citizens. However, as the only bloodline of Ze country's hero White Zhiliu and the current emperor's niece, although the people hated her in their hearts, they didn't dare speak out against her. Now that she is dead, how can it be that people are not wildly celebrating?

  Although today's weather is not perfect, it will not affect the celebration of this joyful day in Germany.

  Just as everyone in the imperial capital was celebrating, outside the city, suddenly, a pair of eyes opened in a place where no one would ever see!

  All I see is darkness, nothing but darkness.

  It feels like there's a burning sensation on my face that pierces through to the bone, and it still hurts to the bone.

  This was what Bai Luli saw and felt when she opened her eyes. The pain on her face made her frown tightly, and subconsciously raised her hand to touch her cheek. It was a layer of scabbed blood, and the pain became even more piercing due to the contact. The real and intense pain left her stunned.

  Isn't she already... dead? Although she's clearly deceased, why can I still feel the pain? And this dark and cramped place that I can reach out and touch, where is it? And her face...?

  However, before Bai Liusu could further ponder the issue, she felt a wave of intense suffocation spreading from her brain to her chest, as if it was going to burn and tear her body apart, forcing her to clutch her chest tightly to endure this intense impact that was almost excruciating.

  Yao Yue mainland, Ze country, Shi Zu Bai Jia, Grandfather, Father, Shi Ran elder brother, why...

  Memories that didn't belong to her, wave after wave, crashed against Bai Liuli's mind, causing her to clench her heart tightly, close her eyes, and continuously sweat large drops of cold sweat on her forehead. Her chest heaved violently, and her breathing became increasingly rapid.

  After a long time, her breathing gradually returned to normal. When she slowly opened her eyes, she realized a fact: she had crossed over! In another space-time, in an ancient woman with the same name as hers, she was reborn!

  She is the Shura poison doctor of the 21st century, with a pair of hands that can make people live in an instant, and also make people die in an instant. Both good and evil regard her as Shura, but she just happens to be able to save others with her Rebirth Technique, yet unable to save herself. Like her ancestors before her, she is unable to control her own life and death, dying from a family inherited disease that no one can cure.

  She has become the eldest daughter of the White family, a noble clan in ancient times that had no records in history. Her life was mysteriously prolonged, or rather, she regained her life in another world!

  Her hands trembled slightly out of control, she had never been sad about her own life and death, but she had never thought that she, who was already dead, would have the chance to open her eyes again. Even with a temperament as calm as hers, she couldn't help but be shocked, or even joyful, at this rebirth, because if given the choice, no one would want to die, including herself.

  So, giving her a new life, she would live well, for now to survive, first of all, she must leave this narrow and dark space.

  Bai Luli tried to sit up, but as soon as she propped herself up, her head was hit by a hard object, forcing her to lie back down and stretch out her hands to feel around again.

  In the darkness, Bai Luli could only use her hands to feel out her surroundings, discovering that this space was so small it could barely fit one person lying down. Not only was it narrow, but it was also airtight, with all sides and even the top sealed off. Moreover, everything she touched felt icy cold, and the tip of her nose could still faintly smell the scent of paint, just like... a coffin.

  As she thought, Bai Luli raised her hands and pushed the coffin lid with force, but no matter how hard she tried, the lid didn't budge. Although this body had been cold for a long time, it hadn't been more than two days since death, yet it was already buried. If it weren't for being buried, even if the coffin lid was heavy, it wouldn't be impossible to push at all.

  In the darkness, there was a sudden sound of dripping water outside the coffin, which entered White Lüli's ears. Although the sound was extremely faint, almost inaudible, White Lüli, who had trained her hearing to be extremely sharp, could easily make out that it was the sound of rainwater dripping. This meant that the coffin had not been buried yet. Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in the depths of her eyes in the darkness, and she wondered...

  Her cold eyes sank, and Bai Liuli once again raised her hand, but this time she wasn't preparing to push away the tightly closed coffin lid. Instead, she placed her fingertips at the junction of the lid and the coffin body, slowly moving her hand along the tiny gap where her fingers touched. Every time her fingertips moved an inch, her gaze grew colder by a degree. When her fingers had traced a circle around the lid and returned to their original position, the small space around her was filled with an icy atmosphere, for forty-nine soul-nailing nails had been hammered into the coffin lid!

  Forty-nine soul-pinning nails were hammered in one by one. Once they were in place, the person inside the coffin would never be able to ascend to the afterlife!

  No wonder the coffin lid wouldn't budge no matter how hard she pushed, as if the person inside wasn't dead, they still couldn't leave this coffin.

  It turns out that it is actually like this, really is a vicious heart.

  Her eyes gleamed with a cold light, and her voice was icy as she said, "Are you destined to be trapped in this world forever? Ha..."

  She was reborn, how could she be sealed in this coffin?

  She could hear the sound of rain, which proved that the coffin was not in a room, or even outside the White House. The outside was quiet and there were no human voices. It seemed that this coffin was either placed at the grave site or on the way to the grave site. In any case, for her, it was fortunate that the coffin had not been buried yet. Her difficulty in leaving the coffin was greatly reduced.

  Outside, no one would come to help her, even if someone did, they wouldn't be able to open the coffin for her. Since the lid had been nailed down with soul-pinning nails, she was meant to die and not reincarnate. Who would save her? Everything could only rely on herself.

  Bai Luli carefully felt every inch of the coffin, and unexpectedly found that there was not a single burial object in it, not even a hairpin. Is this the funeral of the eldest daughter of the aristocratic White family?

  Bai Luli's eyes were slightly narrowed, her gaze cold and stern. The coffin, which had been lifted but not yet buried, was adorned with forty-nine soul-anchoring nails. The coffin, devoid of any burial goods, held a destroyed face...

  Suddenly, a gleam of light flashed through her mind, and Bai Liuli immediately reached into her clothes to search. When her fingers touched the slightly bulging object in her bosom, Bai Liuli gently hooked up the corner of her mouth and smiled silently.

  It was only because she touched a small pouch the size of a palm, even if she didn't see it at first glance, she could still tell what was inside the pouch as soon as her fingers touched it - a short and small dagger. This small dagger had been with its owner since he was eight years old, never leaving his side, and was a birthday gift from his father, polished by his own hands. To her, it was more familiar than anything else.

  Bai Luli grasped the brocade pouch tightly in her palm, her eyes cast downward, a hint of a smile playing on the corners of her mouth. In her past life, she had been unable to control her fate; this time around, she would not die, and she absolutely would not easily accept her fate again.

  "Ding——ding——ding——"

  When Bai Luli smiled silently in the deathly stillness and cold, a sound suddenly came from outside the coffin! The voice was not loud, but exceptionally clear, making Bai Luli surprised, yet quickly recovering her calm.

  Bai Luli didn't rush to make her next move, she just quietly listened to the movements outside the coffin, listening to every single soul nail being pried out and falling to the ground. Time passed bit by bit in the darkness, Bai Luli still only held onto the small dagger taken from the silk pouch, lying silently. Someone exerted force to open the coffin, why wouldn't she be happy about it? Although she didn't know the identity of the person who came, although her heart clearly understood that the person was absolutely not a grave robber, because grave robbers would definitely take precautions beforehand and no one would want to do a deal with no profit.

  She just needs to get out of this coffin, as for the purpose of the person who came, after she gets out of the coffin, there will be a way to know naturally.

  Town soul nails fell to the ground one by one, Bai Liuli's heartbeat accelerated bit by bit in the darkness. She hadn't had this feeling of her heart racing for a long time. Because, having been reborn, she wanted to live on.

  When the forty-nine soul nails fell to the ground, Bai Liuli only heard the sound of the coffin lid being pushed open, and a cool breeze immediately poured in through the gap between the coffin lid and the coffin body, blowing towards her face, making her involuntarily lower her eyelids to feel the real coolness. She waited for the people outside to push the coffin lid completely open, but the cool breeze still blew against her face. Bai Liuli, however, did not wait for the people to come and push the coffin lid completely open. Instead, she saw a flash of light in her eyes, took a light breath, bit the small dagger with her mouth, raised her hand to insert her ten fingers into the gap that was only as wide as a palm, arched her body slightly, bent her legs, pressed her shoulders against the coffin, closed her eyes and used force to push the heavy coffin lid open.

  The dim light pierced through the long darkness inside the coffin, making Bai Liuli's eyes narrow slightly as she quickly sat up with a small dagger in her hand. The cold autumn rain poured down, dripping onto her face and neck. She slowly stood up, her eyes flashing with vigilance, the chill not dissipating but intensifying. Except for the sound of the autumn rain pattering on the coffin lid and Bai Liuli's light breathing, there was no other sign of life around. Only a lantern swaying in the dim yellow light hung from a nearby withered tree branch.

  Astonishment flashed in Bai Lius eyes, but soon she regained her usual calmness. With countless lives having passed through her hands, she had long since cultivated an unruffled temperament. Even when facing death in her previous life, she had remained calm, so why should she be afraid of anything now that she had been reborn?

  Bai Liuli stepped out of the coffin at a moderate pace, casting a cool and indifferent glance around the desolate and dark surroundings, then walked to the withered tree where the wind lamp was hung, and only then did she see the character "Ghost" written in bold strokes with vermilion ink on the wind lamp's shade.

  Ghost? The calm and serene eyes sparkled with a hint of smile, the white jade-like complexion slightly lifted, about to take down the lantern, when suddenly an autumn gust swept by, causing the already swaying lantern to fall to the ground with a "pop", the flame inside instantly burning through the thin lampshade, and the autumn rain immediately extinguished the candlelight, plunging everything before her eyes back into darkness.

  Under the dark sky, a black shadow flashed by suddenly.

  On the muddy path leading back to the city in the northern suburbs, a lantern, an oil-paper umbrella, and three figures walked. The male attendant on the left held up the oil-paper umbrella to shield the tall man in the middle from the autumn rain. The female attendant on the right carried a lantern, walking slightly ahead to light the way for the man in the middle.

  Only the man walking in the middle was wearing a plain black long shirt, his long hair hanging down to his shoulders almost blending with the black shirt. His knee-high boots were muddy, and the firelight from the lantern clearly illuminated the hem of his clothes and the mud stains on his boots. In the flickering light, his face could not be seen, because he was wearing a ghost mask that completely covered his entire face, including his eyes, which were hidden in the darkness behind the mask.

  The raindrops fell on the umbrella, making a rhythmic sound, and the male attendant holding the oil-paper umbrella looked at the middle-aged man's shoes, which were wet with rain and mud, his eyebrows slightly furrowed, looking like he wanted to say something but hesitated.

  "If there's anything you don't understand, ask." The man's voice under the mask was low and pleasant, but carried a hint of chill.

  "How did you know the person in the coffin wasn't dead?" Ting Feng furrowed his brow, looking puzzled. "Whether that woman is alive or dead is of no importance now, why did you have me open the coffin to save her?"

  "Given Xiahou Chen's temperament, he wouldn't really let her die. This reason alone is enough." The man's cold voice was somewhat distant, "The wind in Suicheng is about to rise, return now."

  "Yes."

  Then, the empty coffin was placed there.

  "Your Highness, this—?!" As a young man in a brown shirt pushed open the coffin lid placed next to the already dug grave, his eyes widened in shock and he tensely addressed the prince who was slowly walking towards him in a dark green brocade robe, so shocked that he couldn't even finish speaking.

  The dark green brocade young master stood beside the coffin, looking at the empty coffin and the scattered soul nails around him. His face suddenly turned gloomy, his tone extremely cold: "Pursue."

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