Miraculous Fall

In the entire time and space, in Lingxing Continent, Ye Zhen suddenly felt a heart-wrenching pain!

Yes! I'm dead! I died in a lab explosion! Am I in hell? What's going on?

Ye Zhen suddenly opened her eyes and looked around. She found herself standing with a bed next to her and a person on it!

That night, Zhen looked at the person on the bed and was extremely surprised!

The person on the bed looks exactly like her!

A small face the size of a palm, a pair of willow-shaped eyebrows, a pair of crystal blue eyes with spirit, a small red mouth slightly opened under a high nose bridge, with a painful expression! Those facial features were so beautiful that no one could find any flaws, but now, there were scratches all over them!

What surprised Ye Zhen the most was the mark on his forehead. In the middle of a bright red lotus mark, there was a bright cherry blossom pink peach blossom mark. In the cherry blossom pink peach blossom mark, there was also a bright crystal blue snowflake.

The blood-red lotus looked like a red lotus from the hell of no birth. It looked evil yet a bit enchanting.

The blue snowflakes seemed to freeze one's heart, like the purest snowflakes from the sky, sacred and inviolable.

The pink peach blossoms in the middle of the two look so beautiful! There seems to be an inexplicable relationship between the three, and none of them can be missing.

The overall look is so beautiful! Breathtakingly beautiful! She also seems to like wearing blue clothes, and that blue skirt is the best proof.

Ye Zhen looked at her clothes, a blue and white ancient costume skirt, which looked quite nice.

She touched her head and saw only a headband. But why was her hair blue? And why was her skin as white as snow? Why was she dressed like this? Why was she wearing ancient costumes and modern clothes? And why were she wearing these blue sneakers that made her look taller? Why was she here?

Ye Zhen thought to herself, and after a while, she discovered that she was a soul.

Ye Zhen looked at the person on the bed who looked like him and was being tortured. He felt as if thousands of arrows were piercing his heart, as if he was also being tortured!

In a daze, Ye Zhen, who was lying on the bed, opened her heavy eyelids and could only see the dirty white mosquito net and the tattered white quilt.

"Ye Zhen, you bitch, why are you still awake? Why don't you just die? Go die now!"

A sharp voice came from a distance.

Ye Zhen was very surprised. The girl on the bed was also called Ye Zhen. What a coincidence! She looked like him, that was enough! She also had the same name as him!

Ye Zhen followed the voice and found the person who had just spoken.

She was a pretty girl, about 15 or 16 years old, wearing a yellow gauze skirt, a white jade hairpin on her head, a round face, and delicate features.

Behind that girl, there was another girl! She was a pretty girl, about 10 or 11 years old. She was wearing a light green gauze skirt, a yellow jade hairpin on her head, a round face, and delicate facial features.

These two little girls are pretty, but very vicious, just like the evil queen in the fairy tale Snow White!

At this moment, one of them held a whip with thorns, and the other held an embroidery needle, the needle was very thick and shone with a cold light.

The girl in the yellow gauze skirt, with a ferocious face, mercilessly stabbed the embroidery needle into the body of Ye Zhen on the bed. The places she stabbed were all inside the clothes, and no one would know unless they were opened.

Another girl whipped the two maids on the ground again and again.

Ye Zhen was lying on the bed with a rag stuffed in his mouth. He couldn't speak. He wanted to resist, but he didn't have the strength.

The vicious girl holding the needle looked at Ye Zhen and said coldly to the other girl: "Sister, kill her quickly. Otherwise, that bitch Ye Xue will not let us go."

Another girl obediently whipped Ye Zhen a few times.

Ye Zhen watched everything and felt very uncomfortable, but was powerless to do anything!

Suddenly, Ye Zhen on the bed seemed to sense something. He suddenly looked in Ye Zhen's direction and said coldly to the two of them, "You actually took advantage of my aunt, sister, and aunt's absence to abuse me these few days. They will not let you go when they come back. I won't die, but I won't let you have an easy time either."

Ye Zhen, who was standing aside, listened to what Ye Zhen said on the bed and looked at the injuries on her body. He felt distressed and confused at the same time.

Ye Zhen, lying on the bed, could no longer bear the pain in his body and fell into darkness.

“Miss, Miss—Wuwuwu, Miss, please don’t die!”

Two young voices cried so miserably that their voices became hoarse!

No matter how they cried and shouted, Ye Zhen on the bed did not move.

The soul of Ye Zhen on the bed now only hopes that Ye Zhen can stop wandering in the Ye Mansion and return to his position to avenge himself. Of course, as a soul, he can do nothing but wait.

No one in the Ye Mansion cared about Ye Zhen. The people in the Ye Mansion were so hateful. Ye Zhen felt that it was not worth it for Ye Zhen on the bed. Since I am a soul, why can't I see her soul?

Ye Zhen shifted his gaze to the surroundings. The house was shabby, with only a broken chair, a broken table, and broken teapots and cups. It looked like a beggar's house.

Ye Zhen was sad for Ye Zhen on the bed. I'll go out for a walk! The soul of that person might have gone out when I wasn't paying attention!

Action speaks louder than words. Once Ye Zhen had a plan, he immediately started to execute it!