Chapter 2: Fainted from Hunger

Chapter 2 - 2: Fainted from HungerIn front of her was neither the familiar two-story building nor a typical brick house.

Instead, it was a mud house whose walls had weathered countless years.

The mud house was covered with hay, some of which had turned black and caved in.

Jian Shuangshuang swore that even if you rolled back thirty years, there wouldn't be such a house in the township she governed.

"Where is this...?"

Jian Shuangshuang swallowed hard; every time she spoke, she felt as if her throat was on fire, hurting terribly.

Little did she know, this was because the original owner hadn't spoken for five years!

Bowing her head, Jian Shuangshuang looked at the person she had pinned down.

The woman's complexion was sallow, and freckles dotted her cheeks like sunspots from years of working under the sun.

Her forehead was very prominent, cheekbones high, and thin lips betrayed a mean, acerbic nature.

But none of this was the most important; the most crucial point was her hairstyle.



The kind of bun only seen in ancient times, the sort worn by married women; Jian Shuangshuang shook her hand and looked down at her own hands...

In front of her was a pair of hands thinner than bamboo sticks, gnarled like chicken feet, grasping the woman beneath her.

These hands were filthy; from wrist to palm, all black, without a patch of white.

Especially the fingernail crevices, where greasy black grime amassed, reeking with a sour stench emanating from her body.

It was indeed worse than those socks of men at the station who hadn't been washed for months; she realized, it was her, or rather this body's stench.

Had she... time traveled?

"Murder! Murder!... Mu Shuangshuang's murdering someone..."

The person beneath her started shrieking like a pig being slaughtered; Mrs. Lin was weak all over, her legs twitching uncontrollably.

Jian Shuangshuang was no better off; having exerted merely a hint of strength, she didn't even have enough to rise. This body... was unbelievably weak!

Struggling up, Jian Shuangshuang kicked the person on the ground again, prompting more screams from Mrs. Lin.

Jian Shuangshuang's head hurt, as did her abdomen, especially her stomach; she had no idea how long it had been since this body last ate, causing her to see stars.

Nevertheless, Jian Shuangshuang forced herself to stay alert, and surveyed the mud houses. The solitary one on the far right looked like a kitchen.

The wall-exposed windows were blackish, clearly from smoke and grease.

Jian Shuangshuang headed into the kitchen,


The man who spoke first prompted laughter among the nearby crowd.

Listening to them, Jian Shuangshuang snorted coldly, lazily kicked a stone.

The stone hit the man's head, suddenly swelling into a large bump.

"Ow... who's that, who hit me!" the man shouted, clutching his head; no one saw Jian Shuangshuang's action, all deeming him unlucky.

Jian Shuangshuang secretly rejoiced, but her throat suddenly expelled bloody spit.

The forehead wound inflicted by Mrs. Lin began bleeding again.

Dizzy, the world spun, and Jian Shuangshuang fainted directly.

"Something's wrong, Ma Houhou pissed off Old Mu Family's granddaughter to death; she's bleeding..."

Someone shouted loudly, startling everyone around.

What a mess, someone dying is serious business...