Xiao Country, on the outskirts of Fuyun City.
Two women in white were sitting under a large tree, chatting.
“Xiao Shuangshuang, why do you think that old man Zhao Tianyu suddenly decided to send out a Hero Invitation and hold a Hero Conference?”
one of the enchanting women in white asked the other.
However, the other woman seemed colder and replied indifferently, “I don’t know.”
“Sigh, talking to you is really no fun,” the enchanting woman said.
“… You know, you’re my sister Han Rubing, the second master of the Chaoyue Palace. How come you haven’t picked up any of my good traits? Aren’t we born of the same mother? No, wait, we’re twins!”
the enchanting woman continued to talk to herself.
Just as the enchanting woman was about to say more, she was interrupted by a cold voice, “We should get going,” the cold woman said, standing up to leave.
“Ah… help…”
A scream echoed through the sky, followed by a “bang,” startling a flock of birds.
Our Meng Xiaoyu, who had been prepared to be smashed into a meat patty from the moment she fell, suddenly realized something.
“Huh, why doesn’t it hurt? And the ground is soft? Did God hear my prayers? Or am I already dead, and that’s why I can’t feel pain? But if I’m dead, why do I still have sensations? Whatever, if I can still feel, it means I’m not dead. Not being dead is a good thing.”
With that thought, Meng Xiaoyu began to feel happy again.
“Can you get up?”
A cold voice sounded above her head just as she was feeling happy.
“Ah, yes.”
“Then why aren’t you getting up?”
The cold voice sounded again, even colder than before.
“Oh, I’ll get up right away.”
Meng Xiaoyu quickly got up from her comfortable position on the soft ground.
She propped herself up and sat up.
“Huh? Where is this?”
“Take your hand off,” this time, the voice was filled with anger.
“Hand?”
Meng Xiaoyu looked down at her hand and was shocked.
She was sitting on top of a woman, and her hand was placed right on the woman’s chest.
Looking up, she saw a face filled with dark energy.
“Ghost!”
With a scream, Meng Xiaoyu fainted again.
She was terrified of ghosts.
Suppressing the urge to slap the person lying on top of her, Han Rushuang kicked Meng Xiaoyu off her.
Holding her chest, she stood up and began to examine the person she had just kicked off.
The girl had a small, fair face with a hint of pink, long eyelashes, a small, straight nose, and thin lips.
She looked like a cute little beauty.
However, Han Rushuang’s beautiful brows furrowed deeply as she looked further down.
It wasn’t that Meng Xiaoyu had a bad figure; on the contrary, she had a good figure with all the right curves.
But her clothes were the problem.
Meng Xiaoyu was wearing modern clothes that were considered normal today but would be scandalous in ancient times—shorts and a tank top.
After examining the girl, Han Rushuang thought for a moment and then turned to her sister, Han Rubing, who was still in shock from the earlier scene.
She asked with her eyes what they should do next.
Finally, as Han Rushuang’s patience was about to run out, Han Rubing snapped out of it and burst into laughter.
She laughed for a while until her sister threw a dagger at her to stop her.
Catching the dagger with one hand and holding her aching stomach with the other, Han Rubing walked over to the lying Meng Xiaoyu.
She squatted down and patted Meng Xiaoyu’s face with her right hand.
Feeling a slight pain on her face, Meng Xiaoyu slowly opened her eyes.
Instead of the terrifying ghostly face that had scared her, she saw an overly beautiful fairy-like face.
“So beautiful, am I in heaven? Why am I seeing a fairy?”
Meng Xiaoyu thought.
She then sat up and hugged the fairy, starting to cry.
“Fairy sister, please don’t take me to heaven. I’m still young. There are so many delicious foods I haven’t tried, so many fun things I haven’t done, so many beautiful sceneries I haven’t seen, and most importantly, I haven’t fallen in love yet. If I die and go to heaven now, I won’t be satisfied. And I didn’t die willingly; I was scared to death by a terrifying ghost face. Fairy sister, I fell from such a high cliff and didn’t die, but I was scared to death by a ghost face. How unjust is that? Fairy sister, you must seek justice for me and send me back to the human world. If you do, I will burn incense for you every day to thank you (three thousand words omitted)…”
Han Rushuang’s face turned black as she watched the girl crying in her sister’s arms.
When she heard the words “I was scared to death by a terrifying ghost face,” her already cold face turned even colder.
Han Rubing, on the other hand, was stunned when Meng Xiaoyu suddenly hugged her and started crying.
Half an hour passed, and Meng Xiaoyu was still crying.
Han Rushuang, whose face was already as black as it could get, finally lost her patience.
She walked over quickly, pulled Meng Xiaoyu out of her sister’s arms, and coldly asked, “Have you cried enough?”
Meng Xiaoyu, who had been crying her heart out, shivered at the cold tone.
She looked up to see a woman with a face as cold as ice glaring at her.
Scared, she immediately stopped crying and looked at the woman in fear.
Han Rubing, seeing her sister pull Meng Xiaoyu out of her arms, also snapped out of it.
She shook her head at the girl who was scared into silence by her sister’s cold face and sighed.
How long had it been since she had seen her sister this angry?
This girl was quite capable.
Knowing her sister wouldn’t speak, let alone ask about the girl’s background, Han Rubing decided to step in.
“What’s your name? Where do you live? Why did you fall from the sky? Why are you dressed so strangely?”
Han Rubing asked with a smile.
Meng Xiaoyu, who was still scared and didn’t know what to do, was stunned by the series of questions.
She then answered obediently, “My name is Meng Xiaoyu. I live in Building C, Unit 2608, Tianxiang Tower, Feifeng Community, G City. I didn’t fall from the sky; I was held hostage by a robber while buying soy sauce for my mom this morning and fell off a cliff with the robber. And my clothes are normal summer clothes—shorts and a tank top. What’s so strange about that?”
After answering the questions, Meng Xiaoyu finally realized something was wrong.
Why did she give such detailed answers?
And where was this place?
She had fallen off a cliff due to the collapse of the construction bridge, so why was she here?
And who were these two women dressed like they were in a historical drama?
Why were they here?
