Why is this happening? Where did it go?
As she stared blankly at the box, her injured finger brushed against it again.
The box suddenly emitted a series of buzzing sounds, rattling the tall cabinet so hard it thumped against the floor.
Gu Wanxing's almond-shaped eyes widened in shock. She had no idea what was happening. After studying it for a while, she discovered that only when her injured finger touched the box would it vibrate like a phone.
A bold guess surged into her mind.
In her previous life, in order to understand why her child was obsessed with novels, she had read quite a few of the novels Zhao Chao liked.
Naturally, she knew that a golden finger was an essential tool for transmigration.
She had been reborn—surely it wasn't too much to have a golden finger of her own!
So she actually tore off the cloth wrapping her finger.
She even pressed her thumb against the wound to make it bleed more.
Sure enough, when her bloodied finger touched the box, the box grew extremely excited, its trembling and buzzing frequency accelerating rapidly.
She watched as the beads of blood on her finger were quickly absorbed by the box. When the blood ran out, she squeezed out more.
She squeezed three times before the box finally returned to calm, emitting a faint green glow.
She didn't dare touch it, afraid it might be hot. With a mix of excitement and anxiety, she waited impatiently.
Just as she was wondering whether the box might produce a pile of gold bars, the box began shrinking at a visible rate.
Gu Wanxing was stunned for two seconds, then grew completely frantic.
When the box had shrunk to the size of an egg, she swiftly reached out, preparing to grab it in her hand.
After drinking her blood, it was getting smaller and smaller. Now there was no way the two gold bars she'd put inside would ever come out.
Let alone spitting out gold.
But who would have thought—the moment her hand touched the tiny box, the thing suddenly transformed into a blob of green light and drilled directly into her wound.
"It hurts…" Gu Wanxing couldn't help but cry out.
She watched as her finger, which had a piece of skin squeezed off, healed rapidly until the wound was completely invisible and the reaction stopped.
Her throat felt dry. She swallowed hard, slowly calming herself from this unbelievable scene.
Her gaze alternated between the tall cabinet and her own finger, her heart pounding like a drum against her eardrums.
If her throat weren't so narrow, she felt her heart would have leaped right out.
She gently rubbed her thumb over her index finger's pad, stroking it a few times, thinking she'd find out where the box had gone.
But who would have thought—the moment her finger rubbed, a patch of lush green grassland appeared before her eyes.
When she lifted her thumb, the scene before her disappeared.
She experimented like this several times and understood: that box was actually a Spatial Golden Finger.
"Go in."
As her words fell, she found herself standing on that very grassland she had just seen, with a two-story building directly ahead, ancient and elegant in style.
In the distance was a ring of mountains shrouded in mist, looking mysterious and profound.
They were far away, and she didn't feel like going over to check. Instead, she walked toward the two-story building with a nervous heart.
She had actually observed that this space was rectangular in shape, exactly like the box that had disappeared.
When fiction becomes reality, the excitement is undeniable. After her initial joy, Gu Wanxing's steps felt light and floaty.
She couldn't tell if it was an aftereffect of nearly drowning or sheer happiness.
The door of the house wasn't like the heavy security doors of her previous life—just an ordinary wooden door.
Pushing it open, what greeted her eyes was an octagonal table with vintage patterns, painted in color.
On the dark brown table were bold red flowers painted in thick strokes.
It looked a bit shabby.
The first floor was just an ordinary reception hall, with a luohan couch, armchairs, and other furniture, much like in ancient TV dramas.
Then she climbed the stairs to the second floor.
A moment later, Gu Wanxing appeared in her bedroom holding a yellowed piece of paper.
The house was still quiet, so Zhao Chengfang and the others hadn't returned yet.
She took the paper, found the family dictionary, and looked up all the traditional characters she didn't recognize.
The general meaning was that this space was reserved for a destined person of the Bai family, and as long as one dripped blood to claim it, the space would be theirs.
It also said that quite a few Elixir Pills were left in the study on the second floor, which could be taken as needed.
As for the medicinal field behind the house, she hoped the destined person would take good care of it. As for the water from the well, if one was a mortal, it should be diluted with ordinary water before drinking.
Finally, she wished her descendants a peaceful and smooth life.
Gu Wanxing didn't see any medicinal field, nor did she see any well.
She only saw that vast grassland. If she dug it up and planted various grains or fruits and vegetables, the yield would definitely be high.
Because after being inside for just a moment, she no longer felt dizzy, and her spirits were excellent.
Now wasn't the time to study the space—there was still a hard battle to fight.
Gu Wanxing tried to store the paper back into the space. All she had to do was think "store" in her mind, and it truly vanished into thin air.
Rubbing her index finger brought the space's scenery into view, and as long as she didn't think about going in, she wouldn't.
After storing and retrieving several times, she had already become adept at using the space.
She glanced at the watch on the desk and saw that it was already noon, so Gu Wanxing went to Liu Xifeng's room to tidy herself up.
Then she moved aside the corn stalks piled against the fence wall in the backyard, revealing a collapsed gap in the otherwise neat fence.
It was through this gap that she left the courtyard.
Avoiding everyone's sight, she hurried to town as fast as she could. Fortunately, it wasn't far—only about half an hour on foot, or just over ten minutes by bicycle, which she normally rode to and from work.
Clutching Zhao Chengyan's passbook, she headed straight to the Agricultural Bank.
This branch had only opened last year to serve the workers from the two nearby factories; previously, deposits and withdrawals had to be done in the city.
She was wearing Liu Xifeng's clothes, with a brown headscarf wrapped around her head, leaving only her eyes exposed.
When she entered the bank, there was only a female clerk sipping water from a tea mug.
"Comrade, hello, I'd like to withdraw some money." Gu Wanxing deliberately lowered her voice to make it sound a bit gruff.
The female clerk only lifted her eyelids to glance at her before saying, "Did you bring your passbook and personal seal?"
Meanwhile, Gu Wanxing was busy withdrawing money.
Little did she know, at the Laisheng Restaurant, Gu Yuerou, who was dining with Zhao Chengyan, was also bringing up the matter of money.
…
Inside the private dining room.
The dishes on the table had been mostly eaten. A chubby little boy was contentedly drinking soda with his round belly sticking out.
A thin, gaunt woman was covering her face with a small handkerchief, sobbing with tearful eyes.
Judging by appearance alone, this woman was vastly different from Gu Wanxing. She had small features—small nose and small eyes—and because she was so thin, her cheeks were sunken, making her cheekbones appear somewhat prominent, giving her a slightly sharp look.
But in Zhao Chengyan's eyes, that was because she had suffered at her in-laws' home, which was why she had grown so thin.
"Take your time and tell me—what exactly was the reason he hit you? A man who hits a woman is nothing but a coward."
The man's eyes were full of concern, but his tone was extremely gentle.
"A-Yan, I… how do I even say this? That bastard, he asked me for money. If I can't come up with it, he said he'd hit me again, and even go to my house to beat up my little brother!"