Shi Qinghua suddenly woke up from the nightmare. She sat up from the bed, holding her chest and gasping for air.
Familiar scenery came into view, including carved beams and painted ceilings, screens and desks... It was as if nothing had happened, but the cramping and bone-cutting pain left in her body reminded her that she had already died once.
He was framed by the master, abandoned by his fellow disciples, and hunted by hundreds of immortal families. He ended up miserable and could not die a good death.
Taking a deep breath, Shi Qinghua suppressed the cold light in his eyes and observed his surroundings, trying to see when he was reborn.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she moved, she felt severe pain in her abdomen. She opened the quilt and found that she was only wearing a white singlet with dozens of circles of cloth wrapped around her abdomen.
At this moment, the cloth was stained red with blood, and the blood stains tended to spread.
Is this... the injury she suffered after falling into the devil's cave?
Shi Qinghua was stunned. She untied the cloth with trembling fingers and checked the wound over and over again.
Yes, this was the injury she suffered in the Demon Cave in her previous life, and it was also the starting point of her tragic fate.
In her previous life, she jumped into the Demon's Cave to save others, and was clawed in the abdomen by a monster from the Demon's Cave, causing the demonic energy to enter her body.
Shi Qinghua was born with demonic bones, and the demonic energy and demonic bones colluded, disrupting the aura she had practiced for a long time. As a result, she had no cultivation at all, and she went from being the senior sister of the Canglan sect respected by everyone to a useless person.
The whole sect is a joke.
The disciples of the sect suppressed her and forced her, so that she awakened the demon bone and became a demon in despair, so as to protect herself. But self-protection also became a mistake. Those noble sects hated her deeply and captured her and tortured her for three months.
, and finally killed her with capital punishment.
When Shi Qinghua was distracted, the door of the room was suddenly pushed open. The person who came was dressed in white, with snow-white hair hanging down his shoulders. There was a quiet bell hanging on his waist, and a long piano wrapped in cloth was carried behind him.
This is Yan Wuxue, my master from Tsinghua University.
Yan Wuxue has a peerless face, with cold brows, slightly pursed thin lips, and long and beautiful fingers, like chalcedony.
"Are you feeling better?" Just like him, Yan Wuxue's voice was filled with coldness.
In her previous life, Master Qinghua often wondered if she had done something wrong, which was why Master was so cold to her.
It wasn't until the moment she died that she realized it wasn't that she had done something wrong, but that this person had given all his enthusiasm and tenderness to her junior sister, so no matter what she did, she would not get any favor.
After being reborn, Shi Qinghua saw clearly and took a dim view of it.
It's a fact that Yan Wuxue doesn't like her. If he liked her, in his previous life and this life, he wouldn't have been late on the fifth day after she fell into the devil's cave and was injured.
In the past five days, Shi Qinghua was invaded by demonic energy, scratching her liver and lungs in pain, and rolling on the ground. But if Yan Wuxue came, with the help of his piano music, she would feel much better.
Why doesn't Yan Wuxue want to come? It's just because the disciple who Shi Qinghua jumped down to save was a demon in disguise, and Yan Wuxue hates demons the most.
Thinking of this, the expression on Shi Qinghua's face became colder and colder. She sat on the bed, briefly saluted Yan Wuxue, and said coldly: "Much better, thank you for your concern, Master."
Almost instantly, Yan Wuxue noticed the difference between Shi Qinghua.
In the past, when she saw him, no matter how badly she was injured, she would get out of bed and kneel down to worship him. In the past, when he came, she would always look at him with a little hope and look at him pitifully, hoping that he would care about her injuries.
But this time Shi Qinghua's salute was so perfunctory, her abdomen was still bleeding, but she was unwilling to show any weakness to him anymore.