That single glance instantly stirred up Shen Qinghuan’s extravagant memories from her previous life.
In her past life, she had lived in an island villa with a private swimming pool. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows lay endless blue sea and sky, and at night she could watch the stars while lying down.
She had driven limited-edition sports cars. The steering wheel felt heavy and luxurious in her hands, and one press on the accelerator sent her soaring with exhilaration.
The numbers in her bank account had been too many to count. A casual purchase of a handbag had cost enough for an ordinary person to live on for a lifetime.
Then she looked at the dilapidated wooden hut before her, and Shen Qinghuan’s eyes instantly turned red.
She staggered back a step and plopped down on the rotten wooden steps at the doorway. Slapping her thighs with both hands, she threw her head back and wailed at the top of her lungs:
“Oh my heavens!
What sins did I commit to deserve this?!
My island villa from my past life is gone, my sports cars are gone, my billions in assets are gone too!
Waaah… If I had known transmigrating would be this miserable, I might as well have smashed my head against a block of tofu and died!
At least I’d have left a complete corpse instead of suffering in this lousy place!”
She cried herself hoarse, snot and tears streaming down her face. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. In the end, she simply collapsed onto the ground, kicking her legs and throwing a tantrum like a stubborn three-year-old child.
“I want my villa!
I want my sports cars!
I want my luxury bags!”
Just then, a crisp yet teasing burst of laughter suddenly exploded in the empty space. The voice sounded babyish, like a toddler who had just learned to speak. Shen Qinghuan’s entire body stiffened, and her crying stopped abruptly.
Who?
She jerked her head up, wiped her tear- and snot-streaked face at random, and revealed a messy, blotchy countenance. Looking around warily, she shouted:
“Who’s laughing?
Get out here right now!
Stop hiding in the dark and pretending to be some ghost!”
The space was silent. Only the gentle gurgle of the spirit spring and the rustling of wind over the black soil could be heard.
Shen Qinghuan frowned. Had she cried so hard that she was hallucinating?
She had just begun to stand when the babyish voice rang out again, this time tinged with a strange, mocking tone that made one’s teeth itch.
“Hehehe, this Master is way too funny!
Crying like a little crybaby, louder than any kitten I’ve ever seen!”
Shen Qinghuan’s hair stood on end, goosebumps erupting all over her skin.
That voice was definitely not a hallucination!
But she had just bound this space. Aside from her, how could there be anyone else?
Could it be… a ghost?
Her face turned pale as paper.
In her previous life she had feared nothing, but this was ancient times—ghosts and spirits were believed to be real.
The original owner had been timid to begin with, and this body’s instinctive reaction made her shiver uncontrollably, her legs growing weak.
She swallowed hard and forced herself to shout:
“Who is it?
Who’s there?
Come out if you’ve got the guts!
Don’t hide in the dark and scare people!”
As soon as she finished speaking, a gust of cold wind swept through, rustling the thatch on the hut and making her shudder.
Immediately afterward, a long, mournful voice drifted through the air, stretched out in a way that made one’s scalp tingle.
“I died so miserably!
I never even got a full meal!
I’m so hungry!
Is there anyone… who can give me a piece of biscuit?
If not, I’ll cry for you to see!
Waaah!”
Shen Qinghuan was so frightened her soul nearly left her body. She scrambled to her feet and fled behind the hut, covering her ears with both hands while muttering:
“I didn’t hear anything!
I didn’t see anything!
Great-grandma spirit, don’t come looking for me!
If you want someone, go find the one who harmed you!”
As she muttered, she grumbled inwardly.
What rotten luck for eight lifetimes!
She had just transmigrated and already killed an evil servant, and now she had run into a ghost!
Original owner, just what sins did you commit while alive?!
After hiding for quite a while, the mournful voice did not sound again. Only then did Shen Qinghuan dare to cautiously poke her head out, looking around like a thief.
At that moment, from the corner of her eye, she spotted something new on the steps by the hut’s entrance.
A small, fluffy creature had appeared there at some unknown time.
It was only palm-sized, covered in black-and-white fur. On its round head stood a pair of tiny furry ears.
Its large, glossy eyes—like black grapes—rolled about as it stared toward her hiding place. In its mouth, it held a crumb of the compressed biscuit she had dropped while crying earlier.
A baby panda?
Shen Qinghuan’s eyes widened so much her jaw nearly dropped. The biscuit in her hand fell to the ground with a plop.
In this deserted space, how could there be a baby panda?
And why did its gaze look so cunning—almost like a little fox?
When the baby panda saw her peeking out, it trotted over on its short legs, still holding the crumb, and ran behind the hut. Tilting its round head, it looked at her and made soft whining sounds, its tiny tail wagging back and forth—so adorable it could drain a person’s will to live.
Looking at its silly, lovable appearance, her fear instantly vanished.
So cute!
Too cute!
This was an overload of adorableness!
Her heart melted completely. She crouched down and cautiously reached out, wanting to pat its head.
“Little one, whose are you?
How did you get here?”
But the creature stepped back warily, and the crumb in its mouth fell to the ground with a soft plop.
It stared longingly at the fallen crumb, then looked up at Shen Qinghuan. Its big black eyes quickly filled with tears. Large teardrops tumbled down, making it look pitiful beyond belief—as if it had suffered a tremendous injustice. Shen Qinghuan’s heart nearly dissolved at the sight.
“Oh dear, don’t cry, don’t cry!”
She hurriedly took another compressed biscuit from the space storage, crouched down, and held it out gently.
“Here, eat this. No one’s going to take it from you.”
The little panda stared at the biscuit for a long time, then glanced at her cautiously. After confirming she meant no harm, it carefully stretched out its tiny paw, hugged the biscuit, and darted onto a nearby rock. With its back to her, it began gnawing noisily, its small head bobbing as it ate with great relish.
Watching it wolf down the food, Shen Qinghuan couldn’t help but laugh.
She had just opened her mouth to speak when the baby panda suddenly stopped. Turning around with half a biscuit still in its mouth, it spoke in a babyish voice:
“Master, Master, I’m not a ghost or your great-grandma spirit. I’m the space spirit!”
Shen Qinghuan: “!!!”
She nearly performed a face-plant on the spot, her eyes bulging out.
A talking baby panda?
And a space spirit at that?
This cheat ability was ridiculously overpowered!
This treatment felt even better than having hacks turned on!
The little panda saw her stunned expression and smugly shook its head. Still chewing the biscuit, it said indistinctly:
“Hehehe, I was just messing with you earlier!
Don’t be mad!”