Chapter One – Seeking Death

The moment consciousness returned to her mind, Wen Lan felt an intense sense of suffocation, as if a rope was tightening around her neck…

Oh no—not as if.

Damn it, there really was a rope tightening around her neck.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened in shock. On her fair, delicate face, veins bulged and her complexion gradually turned red.

She began to struggle desperately.

But it was no use.

Her feet couldn’t find anything to stand on.

All around her was nothing but endless sky and the green leaves on the branches of pine and cypress trees.

At this moment, those green leaves trembled with her struggle, and the branches creaked.

What the hell is this?

While Wen Lan was struggling, she tried hard to recall—hadn’t she just swerved the car onto the shoulder of the road to avoid a stray dog that suddenly dashed out?

Logically speaking, she should be in a wrecked car, dead.

Could it be that the heavens took pity on her and granted her a second chance at life? But then…

Why was she now hanging here with something strangling her neck?

Another wave of suffocation struck.

Wen Lan was hit by dizziness again and began losing consciousness.

Her eyes slowly closed, and her mind turned hazy. Just as she was about to be strangled to death by that rope-like thing, unfamiliar images suddenly surfaced in her mind—scenes she had never known.

A silent night, standing at the edge of the village with her luggage on her back, anxiously looking around…

A bright red bridal sedan, deafening firecrackers, a man sitting atop a white horse…

Meng Qiancheng!

As she lost consciousness, that name suddenly came to her.

But it wasn’t her memory…

“Hey?” a deep, hoarse male voice called.

Then a rough, calloused hand started slapping Wen Lan’s face.

The combined sensation of sound and touch pulled Wen Lan back from the brink of unconsciousness.

Her eyelids fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes.

Above her, a bearded man was leaning over and looking at her.

Beside him crouched a big yellow dog, tongue lolling, also staring at her.

Wen Lan sat up with a jolt. The pain in her neck made her feel parched and dry. She reached out to touch her neck—beneath the texture of her skin was a deep strangulation mark.

The pain made her hiss through her teeth. Then she looked again at the man who’d awakened her.

He was wearing a rough linen robe in blue, a leather belt tied at the waist, a bow and arrows slung on his back. Seeing that she was awake, the man stood up with no expression.

Wen Lan was stunned. She frowned in disbelief.

The man in front of her was dressed in ancient clothing—strange and yet somehow familiar.

“What is this…” Wen Lan cradled her head, then looked back at the man.

It was only now that she understood why someone else’s memories had suddenly appeared in her mind right before she died.

Oh my god, the most cliché thing had happened to her.

She had transmigrated.

And because of the memories of the body’s former owner, she knew who this man was!

He was a hunter from Yunzhong Mountain.

“You saved me?” Wen Lan asked.

The man didn’t answer immediately. He looked Wen Lan up and down, then pointed at the pine tree and said,
“Could you hang yourself somewhere else next time?”

…?

A thousand angry horses thundered through Wen Lan’s mind.

She had thought this hunter had saved Lin Furong, who was about to take her own life, and had even been planning to thank him properly.

Who would’ve thought that this hunter… was this detestable!

Could you hang yourself somewhere else?! Is he even human?

Wen Lan, whose soul had crossed over, was so furious she could practically breathe fire. She climbed up from the ground, blocked the hunter who was about to leave, and shouted,
“Sir, could you speak like a normal person?!”