Jiang Weiwei is dead.

After working overtime for a month straight, he died from exhaustion at his workstation.

After leaving his consciousness, he thought he would be taken to the underworld to be reincarnated, but suddenly felt a pain in his scalp.

Someone grabbed the hair and forcefully pulled their head up.

I really want to curse.

They were all worn out to death, why won't they let them rest?!

Jiang Weiwei was harboring a bellyful of resentment, she struggled to open her eyes. In her blurry vision, she could just make out the outline of one face.

Then whisper in my ear.

"Jiang Weiwei, you only managed to hook up with my younger brother because of your fox-like face! Now I'm going to ruin your pretty face and see if you can still charm any men!"

This voice is filled with malice and hatred.

As if a venomous snake, it wanted to bite Jiang Weiwei to death.

Jiang Weiwei, however, was filled with confusion.

I couldn't make out the face, but the voice felt very strange. I was certain I had never seen this person before, let alone had any quarrel with them.

Jiang Weiwei wanted to open her mouth to ask who the other person was, but she was surprised to find that she was blocked by a piece of tattered cloth. She couldn't make a sound.

Worse yet, his hands and feet were also bound.

Now, it is like a lamb to be slaughtered, lying on the ground, powerless to resist.

What on earth is going on?!

Before Jiang Weiwei could figure out what was going on, a massive amount of memory information rushed into her brain.

That is another person's memory.

The master of memory, coincidentally, is Jiang Weiwei.

Suddenly, another person's memories appeared in Jiang Weiwei's brain. This made her already difficult mind even more painful.

I feel like my head is about to explode.

The lamp was overturned.

Flames quickly spread throughout the wooden structure of the house.

Jiang Weiwei faintly sensed the danger and wanted to escape, but her hands and feet were tied up, she couldn't escape at all, and she was blocked, so it was impossible to call for help.

The fire grew larger and larger, engulfing the table, bedding, bed...

Everything was burnt to ashes.

Flames burn, bringing intense pain.

...to the point where Jiang Weiwei almost wanted to self-hypnotize that this was just a dream and couldn't possibly be real.

No dream can have such real pain.

Jiang Weiwei has already died once, she doesn't want to die a second time!

Struggling desperately, trying to break free from the rope above.

My wrist is all rubbed raw, it burns like fire.

But it didn't work.

The strength here is too weak, the rope is too tight, even if it breaks its bones it can't break free.

Jiang Weiwei's clothes were already burning, the flames like a demonic claw, inching closer and closer to her palm.

The skin was scalded with blisters, and the brain gradually became dazed from lack of oxygen.

Could it be that I'm really going to die here?

No!

...Not willing to give up!

Just then, the door was suddenly burst open!

The dilapidated door slammed to the ground with a deafening crash.

Jiang Weiwei raised her head with difficulty, and saw a tall figure rushing in.

He, like a savior, broke through the flames' obstruction, walked the thorny path, and strode big steps to his presence.

The fire illuminated his face, making him radiate a dazzling golden glow.

Jiang Weiwei's cloth bundle was pulled off.

"Help me..." he croaked, his voice hoarse with effort.

The man didn't utter a word. He dashed out, extinguishing the flames above and quickly shouldering the object before running rapidly away.

After the sea of fire, the crisis was finally lifted.

Jiang Weiwei finally couldn't hold on any longer.

He fainted dead away.

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System: Ding! Connecting with host information...

System: Host identity confirmed, Jiang Weiwei, 16 years old, current available points are zero, available skill items are zero.

System: Hello host, welcome to use system number 999!

Jiang Weiwei was woken up by a cold, mechanical voice in her head.

Opened my eyes to find myself lying in a hut made of straw. The walls were made of wind, and the roof was covered with a patched-up old quilt.

Where is this?

As soon as this suspicion arose, memories of what had happened before I fell into a coma flooded my mind. All of them, including this lingering memory, flashed by like a carousel.

Jiang Weiwei finally made up her mind.

I have crossed over.

Now, the part is a little girl from an ancient mountain village. Her name is just like mine, Jiang Weiwei.

This girl lost her father when she was young. Her mother remarried and didn't care for her, and her grandmother also didn't. It was a life of immense hardship.

Jiang Weiwei faintly felt a slight stinging sensation on her face. She raised her arm, wanting to touch it, but then she discovered that her arm and the back of her hand were covered with an unknown herbal medicine.

Then the other cheek, and it too reached the thick herbs.

At that moment, the door was flung open with force, and an elderly woman clad in rags strode in.

He pointed at Jiang Weiwei who was lying on the bed and scolded her loudly.

"You jinx! You burned down a perfectly good house, and the fire didn't even kill you?!"

Jiang Weiwei shifted her gaze and, upon seeing the elderly woman, immediately found information about her in her memory.

The elderly woman surnamed Zhao is the current matriarch of the Jiang family and also Jiang Weiwei's.

Mrs. Zhao is forty-seven years old this year. Don't look at her small stature and thinness, but she has a fiery temper, sharp teeth, and is notoriously partial. She didn't have much good to say about Jiang Weiwei, her granddaughter, to begin with. Now, Jiang Weiwei burned down a house and seriously injured herself, leaving her disfigured. The medical expenses alone would be a hefty sum.

Zhao secretly hated the fire. Why didn't it burn Jiang Weiwei directly to death? That way, she wouldn't have to pay for her medical treatment anymore.

Jiang Weiwei remained silent.

It's not that I'm cowardly, it's just that I was hurt too badly, even my voice was hoarse from the smoke. I can't speak at all.

Zhao then pointed and cursed for a long while, spewing out all sorts of vulgar and obscene language, completely lacking the decorum befitting an elder.

After scolding for so long, Zhao finally stopped.

At this time, a young woman walked in.

This woman is the second daughter-in-law of the Jiang family, that is, the second aunt of Jiang Weiwei, named Ye Lanhua.

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The last sentence was said to the river with a slight smile.

Jiang Weiwei couldn't speak, she could only remain silent.

Although she was a little annoyed that there had been no response, Ye Lanhua put on a concerned expression.

"Now that the house has burned down, and Wei Ya's face is completely disfigured by the fire, even if her mother scolds her to death, it will be useless. Instead, we need to find a way to resolve the marriage between Wei Ya and Xie Jia Xiaolang."

As soon as she heard the name "Xie Family," Zhao's expression immediately changed.

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