Damn women!
Liang Qiaoqiao barely managed to swallow the cry of pain that rose to her lips.
Only after the three women had completely left did she struggle to push herself up with both hands, half-leaning against the doorframe as she sat up, her entire body aching.
The back of her head throbbed with pain, and Liang Qiaoqiao instinctively raised a hand to touch it.
The next moment, her hand came away completely wet.
Liang Qiaoqiao reflexively pulled her hand back.
Good grief—her hand was covered in sticky blood!
Chen Laoer’s three wretched women had truly beaten someone to death!
No wonder the original owner had died on the spot.
This body was too weak. Liang Qiaoqiao felt herself uncontrollably slumping forward.
The shabby stone that had been violently yanked from her collar swung in the air as she moved.
While bracing herself, Liang Qiaoqiao instinctively reached out to grab it.
It wasn’t until she saw the blood covering her hand that she realized she had used the wrong one.
The accident happened in an instant.
With a soft “whoosh,” all the blood on her hand was instantly absorbed by the stone.
Her palm was now completely clean, leaving only dirt in the gaps between her fingers.
Liang Qiaoqiao: …
She froze for a moment, unable to process what had just happened.
Suddenly, a white light flashed before her eyes.
The shabby stone vanished without a trace.
Only an old hemp rope remained, swaying in front of her.
“!!!” Was she seeing things?
Liang Qiaoqiao shook her head vigorously.
She blinked hard, seriously wondering if she was hallucinating.
How could that ugly, shabby stone of the original owner both absorb blood and disappear into thin air?
Liang Qiaoqiao thought that she must have time-traveled incorrectly.
Or maybe her eyes were just playing tricks on her.
With a “ding,” a familiar electronic sound suddenly rang in her ears.
“…” Was her hearing failing too?
Liang Qiaoqiao’s heart trembled uncontrollably.
She was sure she had traveled through time, right? So why was there an electronic sound from the future in the 1970s?
In her daze, an image flashed before Liang Qiaoqiao’s eyes.
A dull, gray stone, shimmering with golden light, was spinning rapidly in her mind.
Looking closely, Liang Qiaoqiao recognized it as the very shabby stone the original owner had worn around her neck for years.
But could someone please explain how this damn stone had ended up in her brain?!
Liang Qiaoqiao stared blankly into space, utterly bewildered.
In her mind, after a series of “whooshing” sounds, lines of text abruptly emerged from the golden light surrounding the shabby stone.
The sparkling golden font nearly blinded her titanium alloy dog eyes.
Liang Qiaoqiao felt like cursing: What the hell is this? Even after traveling to the 70s, why do I still have to endure this damn electronic text from the future?
Collecting herself, she gritted her teeth and patiently tried to decipher the text.
Fortunately, it was all in the simplified characters popular in the future, and she recognized every single one.
But when put together, she found them a bit hard to understand.
[Treasure Appraisal Space successfully activated! Current level: Beginner. Usable space: 1 square meter. Daily Appraisal Attempts: 10. Treasure Collection Attempts: 3…]
The introductory text was only two or three lines long, but there were several strange symbols mixed in, whose purpose was unclear.
After reading it in confusion, Liang Qiaoqiao tentatively probed the inside of the shabby stone with her consciousness.
All she saw was a tiny, pitch-black space—completely empty, containing nothing but a pocket of air.
Liang Qiaoqiao: Could it be… this is the Cheat that comes with transmigration?
But it’s just too useless, isn’t it? Might as well not have it.
It’s not that Liang Qiaoqiao is ignorant—after all, whose Space Cheat is like this?
It’s shamelessly branded as a “Space,” yet it lacks the legendary grandeur of a real one.
Inside, it’s pitch black with nothing at all, and it’s only one square meter in size. What’s the point?!
From what she knew, the Spaces carried by others who transmigrated next door or even further away were vast enough for farming and hiding people, seemingly endless.
More importantly, they came with spiritual springs, loads of supplies, secret techniques, and miraculous elixirs—practically inexhaustible.
But what about her palm-sized, pitch-black space? It couldn’t even compare to a thousandth, no, a ten-thousandth of theirs!
We’re all transmigrated Cheats, so why are theirs so generous and powerful, while hers is so stingy?
Disappointed, Liang Qiaoqiao pouted and withdrew her consciousness in frustration.
This lousy Cheat from a worthless stone was truly tasteless to keep yet a pity to discard—she was utterly dissatisfied.
However, with a heap of troubles urgently needing attention, she had no time to bother with this miserly, useless Space for now.
Liang Qiaoqiao lifted her gaze to the ancestral hall.
Chen Laoer’s three vicious wives had already turned the once-tidy hall into a complete mess.
They were just short of prying open the sealed coffin in the center!
Even though Liang Qiaoqiao wasn’t the original owner, she gritted her teeth in fury.
Chen Laoer’s family was truly wicked to the core.
The original owner’s adoptive mother, Chen Pozi, could be said to have been driven to her death by them.
Yet even in death, these demons refused to let her rest in peace—they were worse than beasts!
Angry as she was, Liang Qiaoqiao knew better than to act recklessly and charge in to fight them, only to get herself killed again.
She was well aware that the original owner had died at their hands.
Alone and weak, without even the strength to tie up a chicken, even if she wanted to play the part of a triumphant protagonist, she lacked the capability.
Silently assessing the original body’s frail frame and clenching her fist to gauge her strength,
Liang Qiaoqiao quietly abandoned her first revenge plan in its infancy.
Forget it. With weak fists and no personal power, there was no point dreaming about overpowering and humiliating them.
All she could rely on now was her wits and external help.
Turning to look outside the ancestral hall, she saw the sky brightening at dawn, morning light gradually spreading across the courtyard.
Faintly, footsteps sounded beyond the courtyard gate, and the villagers’ greetings grew closer.
Liang Qiaoqiao’s eyes lit up: Great! People are coming, there’s hope!
The moment she’d been waiting for to unleash her acting skills had finally arrived!
Liang Qiaoqiao pricked up her ears, counting the seconds silently.
The courtyard gate creaked open, and footsteps filed into the yard.
Before the villagers could glance her way, Liang Qiaoqiao sprang to her feet, her “innocent maiden” persona instantly taking over.
Her performance was about to begin…
In the chilly morning frost, the villagers heard only the girl’s pitiful, helpless cry of anguish: “You! You’ve gone too far!”
The dawn was cool, but the girl’s voice was even more desolate than winter’s frost, tugging painfully at their hearts.
The villagers, with white cloth wrapped around their arms and waists, wasted no more time chatting and hurriedly swarmed into the ancestral hall.
In the open hall, Liang Qiaoqiao, clad entirely in white mourning attire, stumbled forward with unsteady steps until she stood before the three vicious women who were still rummaging through the ancestral hall.
She spread her slender arms wide, blocking the most ferocious of them—Chen Laoer’s wife: “Stop! You are not allowed to touch my mother’s coffin!”