Chapter 6: Borrowing a Corpse to Return the Soul 1

Tang Yue made up her mind and whispered inwardly, 'Feng Yaorao, from this moment on, I am Feng Yaorao.

Don't worry! Since I have possessed your body, then from now on, I am Feng Yaorao. I will help you avenge your grievances.'

Perhaps sensing Tang Yue's promise, the clamoring hatred in her heart slowly began to calm down.

Once everything returned to tranquility, Tang Yue finally noticed a dog standing proudly beside her. This was the same dog that had been guarding Feng Yaorao's side and barking at her just now.

Tang Yue—no, Feng Yaorao—looked at the large white dog before her. As their eyes met, there seemed to be a certain tacit understanding between them; they couldn't have looked more compatible.

"From now on, you shall follow me!" A single sentence was a lifelong promise. Feng Yaorao patted the large white dog's head as she spoke, unintentionally revealing an unprecedented softness that even a snake would envy.

As if it understood, the white dog nuzzled against Feng Yaorao's shoulder, which served as its acceptance.

"Master, is this a case of 'seeing the newcomer smile while ignoring the old friend's tears'? Have you forgotten my rhythm?" The Blood Snake's dissatisfied voice rang out in Feng Yaorao's mind, sounding as if it had suffered a great injustice, though it held no hostility whatsoever.

"Are you even human?" Feng Yaorao rolled her eyes speechlessly, thinking to herself.

"Uh... slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue. It should be 'seeing the new dog smile while ignoring the old snake's tears'... wahhh..." Upon hearing this, the Blood Snake immediately corrected itself, even putting on a show of sobbing without a hint of embarrassment.

Ignoring the Blood Snake, which was acting cute to be flirtatious, Feng Yaorao stood up, brushed the dust off her clothes, and once again assessed her current situation.

It was clearly summer, yet this forest carried a hint of winter's atmosphere, making even the usually cold-resistant Feng Yaorao feel a chill.

Feng Yaorao's clothing was already thin, and since it had been snagged and torn by branches, exposing her skin, the cold wind swept even more frantically through every inch of her cells, making her unable to stop shivering.

"From now on, your name will be Xiao Bai! Now, let's head back. We'll vent our grievances and settle our scores." Giving Xiao Bai a reassuring look and calling its name, the person and the dog set off.

The forest was vast, and with the thick fog swirling around, directions were difficult to discern. Feng Yaorao could only walk by instinct.

The further they walked, the more tired she became. An hour passed, yet Feng Yaorao and Xiao Bai still hadn't made it out of the forest. Exhausted, she sat directly on the ground, panting heavily.

Xiao Bai seemed tired as well; breathing heavily, it lay quietly against Feng Yaorao's thigh.

Damn it!

Feng Yaorao couldn't help but curse inwardly, annoyed at her own current state of wretchedness and desolation.

And the reason she had fallen into such a state was all because of Cang Rui.

Dammit, once I get out, I will definitely settle this score properly—not just for Feng Yaorao's sake, but for Tang Yue's as well.

First, I'll make him wish he were dead, and then I'll ensure he has no place to be buried.

As she thought this, a sinister look appeared on Feng Yaorao's face, her eyes as cold as ice, striking fear into anyone who saw them.

"Woof... woof..."

As if sensing Feng Yaorao's hatred, the white dog nuzzled her thigh and barked twice.

Feng Yaorao snapped back to her senses. Meeting the white dog's watery eyes, she immediately understood its comfort. She felt a sense of solace in her heart; that Cang Rui and the people of the Feng family were truly worse than dogs!

Even though the journey was extremely difficult and she knew it wouldn't be easy to escape, Feng Yaorao never once entertained the thought of giving up.