Xia Sisi suddenly jolted awake, struggling violently as she grabbed something nearby and hurled it out.
Her mind was filled with the terror of being hung up and drained of blood.
But the scene before her left her stunned.
Unbelievably, this was her bathroom—from before the apocalypse!
The apocalypse had clearly already lasted ten years. Xia Sisi had long since left H City—so how could she be back in her own bathroom again?
“Turning away, unable to say a word…”
Following the sound of music, she saw a phone placed beside the sink. The pink case still had a couple photo of her and Lin Yi.
Wasn’t the phone unusable long ago? Wasn’t she… just being drained of blood and carved up for food?
The terror of a blade cutting into her skin, the feeling of blood dripping from her fingertips, the despair of life slipping away—it all still lingered vividly in her mind.
And that bastard Lin Yi! Just seeing his face now made her feel sick!
Trembling, Xia Sisi picked up the phone.
The time displayed: January 26, 5023.
There were still exactly three months before the apocalypse would arrive.
She had actually… been reborn?
After fumbling for a while, she finally remembered how to use the phone.
She turned off the music and stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection.
Long, smooth black hair draped over her shoulders. Slightly upturned peach blossom eyes. A high nose bridge. A delicate face.
Her body was unscarred—except for a mark on her thigh from falling off a bike at age ten.
After the apocalypse, to avoid being targeted by men with ill intentions, she had shaved her head herself. But in a lawless world, those men were like rabid dogs.
In the end, with no other choice, she had even disfigured her own face—three deep scars running from her chin to her brow. The pain had been bone-deep.
Suddenly, she thought of something and hurriedly got dressed to search for it.
Soon, she found the ring she had placed on her dressing table.
It was an antique-looking silver ring, inlaid with a high-quality jade stone—a vivid green, about the size of a pigeon egg.
It had been a gift from Lin Yi.
But before that, it had been given by her grandfather to the Lin family as a token of friendship. It originally belonged to the Xia family!
Without hesitation, Xia Sisi grabbed a fruit knife and cut her finger, letting her blood drip onto the ring.
The emerald surface instantly absorbed the blood, turning from green to a brilliant red.
At the same time, a space suddenly appeared in her mind.
It was about the size of three basketball courts, with thick white fog surrounding its edges.
She tried using her thoughts to store a cup from the table into the space.
Sure enough, the cup vanished from the table—and in the corner of the space, a tiny smiling cup appeared.
A smile crept onto her lips.
In her previous life, she had discovered that this ring contained a storage space—but Lin Yi had taken it from her and never once used it to benefit her.
In fact, he was the one who ultimately sent her to be drained of blood.
Just then, her phone rang again.
Frowning, Xia Sisi saw the name “Lin Yi” on the screen. Her expression darkened.
Given a second chance, she wanted nothing more to do with that scumbag.
Without hesitation, she sent a breakup message and blocked him in one smooth motion.
As for the spatial ring…
After getting dressed, she headed straight to a jewelry workshop near the antique market.
In her previous life, she had once had jade crafted into a necklace here.
“I’d like Master Chen to make a piece of jewelry for me. It’s urgent—I’m willing to pay whatever it costs.”
Entering the shop, she immediately stated her request.
A ring wasn’t convenient to keep. This space was essential for her survival in the apocalypse.
Master Chen was the best craftsman here—his work was sturdy, durable, and beautiful.
After examining the ring for a long time, Master Chen looked shocked.
“This jade ring… it’s an antique. And this red jade is extremely valuable. Are you sure you want to dismantle it and turn it into a necklace?”
Xia Sisi nodded.
Yes—she wanted it made into a very special necklace.
One that wouldn’t fall off during intense activity in the apocalypse, and wouldn’t be easily noticed by others.
Seeing her determination, Master Chen carefully removed the jade from the ring. Using the strongest platinum, he crafted a protective casing that could be opened, then added multiple chains as per Xia Sisi’s request.
These chains would wrap around her neck and chest, keeping the pendant tightly secured against her skin—so it wouldn’t swing loose during movement or be easily snatched away.
All the chains were made of strong snake-bone links, tightly connected and difficult to break.
After paying extra, Master Chen said it would take about five hours.
During that time, Xia Sisi wandered around the nearby antique market.
When she spotted a shop labeled “Antiques & Calligraphy,” she walked straight in.
The shopkeeper was a young man with bright orange-dyed hair, which clashed oddly with the shop’s traditional decor.
“Miss, looking to buy something?” he asked.
Xia Sisi didn’t say anything. She walked straight up to a landscape painting that covered half the wall and knocked on it.
Thud, thud, thud.
The wall echoed—it was hollow inside.
“I want what’s inside there.”
The young man froze for a moment, the corners of his mouth twitching. “Kid, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Xia Sisi didn’t waste words. She scanned the shop’s payment code and transferred 20,000 yuan upfront.
“A friend recommended this place. Said you’ve got good stuff here. Don’t worry—I can show you my ID. If anything gets leaked and you get into trouble, you can have your people come kill me.”
As she spoke, Xia Sisi handed over her ID card.
Her series of actions completely stunned the young man, but he still took her ID.
“Twenty-two? I thought you were underage,” he said in surprise.
Xia Sisi rolled her eyes, thinking her baby face really did mislead people.
After sizing her up for a long time, the young man finally gritted his teeth. “Fine!”
He shut the shop door, pulled the curtains closed, and pressed something out of sight.
Soon, the wall began to open.
With another press, the entire wall rotated—revealing a small hidden room filled with cold weapons!
“Wow. Even cooler than my friend described,” Xia Sisi said.
That “friend” was actually someone she met after the apocalypse.
She had heard that when they were scavenging for supplies, they discovered this room full of “good stuff.” When it was brought back to the base, it caused quite a stir.
“How much for everything here? I’ll take it all,” Xia Sisi said with a smile.
An hour later, Xia Sisi watched with satisfaction as the young man loaded four large crates of weapons into her car’s trunk and back seat.
After he left, she opened one of the crates and took out a Tibetan knife inlaid with a ruby.
The blade was razor-sharp, glinting with a cold sheen. On closer inspection, faint green patterns could be seen running along the blade—very unique.
This was the very knife Xia Sisi had used in her previous life—one she had bought at a high price from that same friend.
This knife was the main reason she came here today.
She once met a Tibetan young man who said this knife was something special. She had just asked the shop owner as well—he said the knife was left behind by his father, and its origins were unclear.
With this knife—and the weapons stored in her spatial space—her chances of surviving the apocalypse had just increased a little more.