Chapter 1: Killed Right from the Start
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At twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the moon and stars are sparse.
Bai Zhou looked at the blood all over the room and fell into deep thought.
She had just been killed.
Not long after she graduated from college, she could not find a job because she studied folklore.
In addition, her grandfather begged her in a low voice on the phone, so she had no choice but to agree to come back and inherit the family's shroud shop.
According to her grandfather, their family has been running a shroud shop for generations. Her father died when she was very young, and her mother remarried and left her to her grandfather.
For twenty years, the grandfather and grandson have depended on each other.
But when she returned to the shroud shop and opened the door, she smelled a pungent rotten smell.
Grandpa has been dead for a month, lying alone on the bed, rotting beyond human shape.
Bai Zhou was overly sad and finished the funeral for him in a confused manner. Then she suddenly remembered that since her grandfather had been dead for a month, who made the call she received a few days ago?
She sat in the empty shroud shop, at a loss.
It's almost twelve o'clock, and the moon is particularly bright tonight, and it seems to have a strange red color.
At this moment, someone suddenly knocked on the door.
Why would anyone come to the door so late?
She came to the door and looked out through the crack of the door. The street outside was empty and there was no one. Only the lights at the intersection were dim and mysterious, giving this silent night a layer of terror.
Did I hear it wrong?
The moment she turned around, a man wearing a bright red raincoat suddenly rushed out of the darkness in the room. She felt a pain in her lower abdomen. She lowered her head and saw a sharp blade piercing her body.
She looked up at the man. The bright red hood covered most of his face, only revealing his stubbled chin.
"Who are you?" Bai Zhou asked with difficulty as severe pain hit him.
The man laughed, with a hint of madness and morbidity in his laughter.
"A shroud seller who has bad luck and wants to marry into a rich family should be damned." The man in the red raincoat pulled out the dagger and stabbed it in hard again.
He seemed to be a little abnormal, Bai Zhou had fallen to the ground, and he was still stabbing wildly.
The last thing Bai Zhou saw before he died was the man's proud and sinister smile.
"Destroy your eyes so that you can't see. You won't be able to identify me again when you enter the underworld!"
After saying that, the man stabbed the dagger into her eyes fiercely.
She sank into darkness.
When Bai Zhou woke up, she found herself standing in a pool of blood. All the injuries on her body had disappeared and her eyes were normal. If her clothes weren't in tatters and the blood hadn't dried yet, she would have thought she just had a nightmare.
What happened?
Is she still alive?
Bai Zhou touched his chest. There was a heartbeat and his skin was warm.
She was killed and then came back to life?
She looked at the clock on the wall. It was exactly twelve o'clock at midnight, and less than ten minutes had passed.
Suddenly, the knock on the door rang again.
"Xiao Zhou, what happened? Open the door quickly!" came a slightly hoarse middle-aged man's voice. Bai Zhou opened the door, and there stood a slovenly middle-aged uncle outside. It was Uncle Jiu who opened the coffin shop next door. .
"Xiaozhou, what's wrong with you?" Uncle Jiu saw that she was covered in blood, and panic appeared on his face. "I just heard the sound of fighting in your house. Is there a burglar?"
Bai Zhou said, "It's okay, I just Killed a chicken."
Uncle Jiu looked suspicious, glanced into the room, and asked, "Why is there so much blood when killing a chicken?"
"I didn't kill it with one knife. The chicken flew away and there was blood everywhere."
Her expression was too calm, and it didn't look like something was wrong. Uncle Jiu finally gave up his suspicion, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "It's normal for you young people not to know how to kill chickens. Do you need my help?"
"No, I've already done it. Cut off the chicken head." Bai Zhou said, staring at the top of his head, his eyes a little confused.
She actually saw a blood bar on Uncle Jiu's head.
It's the kind of health bar in the game, red, with a number on it: 20.
But Uncle Jiu's health bar was already empty, only 15.
How is this going?
Is she hallucinating?
"In that case, let's go to bed early. Alas, Old Bai is leaving in a hurry, so please forgive her." Uncle Jiu comforted her, turned around and walked back.
Bai Zhou suddenly discovered that there was a "+" sign behind the health bar.
She couldn't help but stretched out her hand and tapped it.
A number actually jumped on the health bar: "+1".
Uncle Jiu was shocked, and his rickety body seemed to straighten up. He rubbed his neck and said to himself, "Huh? Didn't I suffer from cervical spondylosis? Why doesn't it hurt anymore?"
Bai Zhou was shocked. .
Then she felt dizzy, as if she had just run eight hundred meters and was panting from exhaustion.
That blood bar... is actually real?
She touched her eyes, and the dagger had clearly pierced her eyeballs. She clearly remembered the heart-piercing pain.
But now, not only are my eyes fine, but I can also see some weird things.
What happened in those ten minutes just now?
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