Chapter 7: The Useless Woman Goes on a Rampage (3)

Xue Baimei's soul trembled as well. Clearly, she was such a delicate person, so why did a sudden surge of evil, domineering, and cold energy erupt from her? Why was every aura surrounding her so different?

To think that even a single glance could snatch a soul and take a life, leaving them in utter terror.

At this moment, Xue Linglong's eyes grew even deeper and more profound. Her gaze, deep and haughty, stared intently at the crowd before her. This place was simply too strange. Everything was too retro—the ancient-style architecture, the men and women dressed in traditional clothing.

Where on earth was this? Why had she come here? She, Xue Linglong, was a myth in the modern world of secret agents; she was a God of Death in the world of assassination, and a Hua Tuo in the medical world, capable of turning the tides with a flip of her hand and commanding the winds and clouds with a mere gesture. She was black-bellied, arrogant, ruthless, and vindictive. She loved to trip people up, enjoyed hitting people from behind, stealing others' achievements, and swindling people out of their gold and silver...

Because of this, both the light and dark worlds fell silent like cicadas in winter before her, trembling in fear and changing color at the mere mention of her name, for offending her was akin to offending Yama, the King of Hell.

Just as Xue Linglong raised her head, intending to point at those people and demand answers, she was struck with shock when she saw her own shrunken hands! Heavens, was—was this her own hand?

Although Xue Linglong had a "delicate" figure, the hands before her were clearly those of a young girl in her teens. At this moment, her heart thundered in her chest. What on earth had happened? She immediately moved quickly to the lakeside, using the water as a mirror to see her reflection. Her eyes nearly rolled out of her head in astonishment.

Although this face bore some resemblance to her own, it was far too sallow and emaciated, and she was wearing nothing but a camisole. Her exposed arms were covered in several bloodstains, both deep and shallow, new wounds and old scars mixed together.

She could explain the new bloodstains as having been inflicted by these people just now, but these old wounds? These were the marks of years of abuse.

What exactly was going on? How could she be like this?

Suddenly, a flash of insight streaked through Xue Linglong's mind. Heavens, could it be that she...

This was simply too inconceivable. She remembered that she had swindled a painting called "Golden Lotus of the Buddha Realm" from that old man.

When she was at home, she had opened the "Golden Lotus of the Buddha Realm" intending to admire it properly. Who would have thought that the moment she opened it, the painting suddenly emitted a blinding golden light, and her soul seemed to be ripped from her body and sucked into it, after which she lost consciousness.

Damn it, she had swindled that old man; could it be that the old man had swindled her right back? At the thought of this possibility, Xue Linglong's killing intent flared up. If she were allowed to go back, she would surely burn that old man's secret agent bureau to the ground. She, Xue Linglong, and he actually dared to swindle her.

However, before Xue Linglong could figure out what was happening, a continuous stream of images began to force their way through her mind like a surging tide.

This left Xue Linglong even more bewildered. The images made her heart tighten. As the scenes flashed by, the killing intent she felt due to being swindled by the old man suddenly grew even more intense. Each image felt as if she had experienced it personally, leaving her in a state of pure rage.

Although she had not lived through a past like this body's since childhood, the soul of this body merged perfectly with Xue Linglong. These memories felt as if they were her own. Miraculously, she and the owner of this body even shared the same name. Her heart trembled—what kind of intricate, thousand-fold connection did she have with this body???

Xue Linglong's cold eyes shifted, and a cold, domineering curve curled at the corner of her lips. Even though she felt all of this was too unbelievable, she found herself syncing with the thoughts of this body; therefore, she was her.

Very well. These people dared to bully her, did they? Then she would let them know who is actually the one to be bullied.