Chapter 2: Surge of Rage

Before she could recover, a sharp pain struck her head again, followed by a flood of memories pouring into her mind.

No wonder those two wore patched trousers and jackets; they had died from playing gliding and ended up in 1975.

The original body was also named Liu Chuxue, seventeen years old, living in Liushu Village, Changping County, not far from Jing City.

Her biological father had unfortunately been injured in the leg by a rolling stone while working at the reservoir construction site yesterday; upon hearing the news, the original body's mother rushed to the clinic, and when it grew dark yesterday, someone brought back word that the situation was not good, and the clinic had told them to transfer to a higher-level hospital for treatment.

Early this morning, her grandparents had rushed to the clinic to inquire about the situation; the original owner had also intended to go along, since she attended high school in the commune, thinking it would not be too late to go to the clinic before heading to school.

But her eldest uncle's wife, Ge Xiulan, had persuaded her grandparents to let her go to the Northern Suburb Farm today to deliver a letter to her married elder sister, and to borrow money from her brother-in-law on behalf of the family, the reason being that her biological father needed money to treat his leg.

From Liushu Village to the Northern Suburb Farm required crossing mountains; she had only just entered the mountains for a short while when someone knocked her unconscious from behind.

Recalling the conversation she had heard earlier, she realized the original owner had fallen victim to her own family's treachery; the voice of her eldest uncle's wife, Ge Xiulan, in the memories was too familiar to possibly be mistaken.

This realization filled the outsider Liu Chuxue with a surge of rage; she wished she could go and beat the person up right now; she found it hard to understand why Ge Xiulan would do such a thing.

Judging by the experience of having read countless novels and watched countless television dramas in later eras, there was only one possibility: profit.

Just as she was lost in thought, she heard rustling sounds outside the cave; she could not help but become alert, for her current situation was dire; regardless of whether what came was a person or a wild beast, she was now truly a lamb awaiting slaughter.

Soon, the stones that the two people had previously blocked at the cave entrance were moved aside, and someone crawled in.

Liu Chuxue's heart was about to jump out of her throat; she did not dare to breathe a sound.

The man who entered the cave had a resolute appearance, but his condition was clearly poor at this moment; after seeing the situation inside the cave, he was stunned for an instant.

Fu Yan Cheng had stayed in this cave during a previous mission; he had originally thought someone had secretly hidden prey in the cave, which was why they had blocked half the entrance with stones, but he never expected there to be a girl inside.

And when Liu Chuxue saw that the person who had come wore a military uniform, she breathed a huge sigh of relief and immediately issued a plea for help to the newcomer: "Comrade soldier, help me."

Fu Yan Cheng had already been exhausted, his face pale in a terrifying way, but upon hearing her cry for help, he gritted his teeth and dragged himself forward a few steps, only then seeing Liu Chuxue's condition clearly.

Enduring the heart-piercing pain, he directly knelt half-kneeling before Liu Chuxue, drew a dagger from his military boot, and with his last strength cut the rope binding Liu Chuxue's hands, then his whole body collapsed softly against the cave wall behind him.

This startled Liu Chuxue, who had just wanted to thank him: "Comrade, what is wrong with you?"

As soon as she finished asking, she smelled the scent of blood and asked in panic: "Are you injured?"

Fu Yan Cheng looked at the girl with a clear and beautiful face before him, raised his hand to his chest, and tried to take something from his upper shirt pocket; obviously, his current physical strength was insufficient to accomplish this; he tried several times but failed each time.

Liu Chuxue had by now struggled to sit up; seeing his movement, she hurriedly asked aloud: "What do you want to do?"

When she saw the pen sticking out of his upper shirt pocket, she seemed to guess something: "Do you want to take the pen to write?"

Fu Yan Cheng did not expect this girl to be so sharp; he nodded slightly to her.

Liu Chuxue moved her somewhat inflexible wrists; after seeing clearly a pair of slightly rough hands, she was slightly stunned; she had truly transmigrated into someone else.