Chapter 5 A Weird Idiot

'Am I dying just like this?'

Joyce stared coldly at Jasmine as a sinister ruthlessness flashed through her eyes. This time, she would make sure Jasmine would never come back to life. "Jasmine... Die!"

Along with a resounding explosion, Jasmine was annihilated in the blood with profound doubts and resentment!

In Devouring Mountain, one of the ten most dangerous places in the Firmiana Kingdom.

It was a clear, sunny day, but there was not a trace of sunlight in the mountain. Instead, the vast forest was covered by dense purple mist.

Among the purple mist was the creepy air mixed with coldness, filthiness, dampness, and evil.

The center of Devouring Mountain was the most dangerous among the area.

The winds here seemed to be frozen. A blood coffin was suspended in the air, reflecting the dark red of blood, permeated by the thick, evil purple mist.

The surface of the coffin was painted with strange runes in golden Sanskrit, which functioned as the concentration of Qi and generated the powerful force supporting the bottom of the coffin.

Beneath the coffin grew a scarlet spiritual plant with long vines connecting to the blood coffin. At the top of it was a pure white flower bud that was about to bloom.

The crimson leaves dripping with blood extended themselves and surrounded the coffin.

The vines absorbed the essence of the sun and moon between heaven and earth, and the blood coffin took in the rich Qi and essence through the vines.

A hundred meters away, the rocks were rugged.

A young girl was lying in the forest of stone. With her eyes tightly shut and her body motionless, she was clearly dead. Her rags were soaked in blood.

"Oh..."

The intense pain in her head and belly resulted in a shallow frown on the one just woken up. There seemed to be a crying voice in her mind, bring her a pang of irritation.

"Shut up!"

Jasmine spat coldly and opened her eyes. She knitted her brows tightly.

There was a voice crying in her mind!

Looking at her dry old coarse hands, she was beyond shocked. These hands...

What happened?

Didn't she die? Jasmine suppressed her astonishment and hurried to put her hands on her face...

She was stunned... This face was not hers!

Did she come back from the dead?

Was she reborn?

This was too bizarre. Her hair stood on end.

Apart from feeling the pain in her body, she could not move at all.

What had happened?

Jasmine held back her disbelief and tried to ask the crying woman in her mind.

"Who are you?" She seemed to be talking to herself.

With that, the crying voice said warily, "I am Cynthia, who are you? Why are you in my body?"

"Cynthia Farley? The famous retard of the Farley Clan?"

Jasmine couldn't believe it!

Hadn't Cynthia been dead already?

Was the voice in her mind a wisp of her remnant soul?

Hearing the harsh word of "retard", Cynthia was very displeased and barked angrily, "I'm not a retard!"

If it weren't for her critical state, why would she have pretended to be an idiot?

Sadly, she still couldn't escape the fate of death.

Jasmine was silent. It was such a headache. Why was she in such bad luck?

To actually be reborn on this weird girl... Jasmine had no idea what to make of it!

"You're dead!" Jasmine said.

Cynthia roared with agitation, "I don't accept that! It's so hateful! Someone robbed my medicinal cauldron. I want to protect the medicinal cauldron! I can't die..."

The crying voice echoed in her mind with resentment.

Cynthia had been in a living hell all these years. If she died, all her efforts would be in vain. How could she die in peace?

Her medicinal cauldron had been robbed?

What medicinal cauldron?

Cynthia was an alchemist?

Jasmine listened to the sobbing voice. The sounds of resistance and resentment went from her mind to her heart and blended with the hatred Jasmine had been bearing, sending her a pang of indignation that had not belonged to her.

Jasmine was also so unwilling to swallow what had happened. And she still had the chance to take revenge, didn't she?