Chapter 1

The spring rain is endless. The apricot blossoms are all over the ground.

The leaden sky was full of black clouds. It was noon, but the sun was covered with clouds and fog.

The streets and alleys of Nanyuan capital were washed away by the rain, and the vendors put up their stalls in a hurry and took up their oil umbrellas. Their footsteps were in a hurry, splashing with water on the bluestone floor.

"Boom!"

Thunder roared and a white light cut across the sky.

Under the arch bridge, the father-in-law with white temples and his grandson took shelter from the wind and rain. He stroked his beard, looked at the dark sky and sighed.

"Spring thunder suddenly rings. I'm afraid something bad will happen."

Lying next to him, his grandson is five or six years old. He has shaved most of his head, leaving only a little black silk tied into two slender braids. He blinked his big black eyes and tendered his voice. He said strangely, "grandfather, what's a disaster?"

"My ancestors once said that the spring thunder is the reincarnation of the jade faced fox in the wild. In the future, it will charm the Lord, bring disaster to the country and the people, and make the world restless...."

My father-in-law's voice is full of the vicissitudes of life, and his turbid triangular eyes reflect the electric light that seems to split the sky.

"Boom!"

There was another flash of lightning and thunder. In the broken house at the entrance of the West Street, Bai Rutong's shoulder shook violently.

She opened her heavy eyelids, Amber's round eyes moved, and looked blankly at the narrow old room in front of her.

A broken bed, a four legged table, two stools with crooked feet, and a wooden cabinet with a door missing.

The house seems to be in disrepair all the year round. When I look up, I can see the grey sky. The rain poured in from the glazed tile and splashed on the table along the beam. The oil paper of the lattice windows was broken and dripping, and the cold wind rolled the windows and doors "Hula".

"Cough..."

Bai ruotong screwed up her eyebrows and her throat was itched by the floating dust in the room. She covered her mouth and coughed twice. She stood up and walked down from the crumbling bed.

She came to the cupboard and held a bronze mirror in one hand. The sleeve caresses the dust on the mirror, slightly lifts, a beautiful face falls into the mirror.

In the mirror, she had just passed the age of yellow mouth, but she was only 12 years old.

Willow leaves bend eyebrows, apricot eyes. Her nose is like a jade pot, her lips are full and her color is like peach blossom. If it wasn't for the morbid appearance of thin cheeks, this face would be a few years old, and it would look like a fallen fish and a fallen goose.

damn!

Bai ruotong took a breath and slapped the mirror on the cabinet.

Yan Jun, the bastard who suffered a thousand swords, actually let her go through!

She's just joking. People in hell are playing with her. Really?!

Bai ruotong's eyes turned white, and there were thousands of alpacas galloping by in his head.

She is Bai Rutong, 24 years old. A talented chef in a five-star hotel.

Just as she was busy preparing dishes in the back kitchen, she looked up and saw black and white impermanence staring at her with a gloomy smile. She screamed and fainted with a frying shovel. The next second she opened her eyes, she was in the hell.

"I'm sorry to take the wrong person," red faced Yan Jun said with a headache, turning over the book of life and death. "What he was going to take was Bai Yutong, but he accidentally took you. It's a crime."

Bai ruotong gritted his teeth: "put me back!"

"You can't put it back. Your body has been cremated," said Yan Jun, shaking his head. "It's the fault of my Prefecture. The prefecture will compensate you for your long life and inexhaustible wealth."

"Who wants the next life, I want this life! How can I die easily before I can enjoy my life? Who is your boss? Bring him to me Bai ruotong collapsed.

How unlucky she is to meet such a terrible situation! Everyone has the wrong belt. Are all the kids raised by the local government idle?