Transmigration Dimensions: The Master Cultivator Young Miss

The house that Hua Shu bought was close to the suburbs. Although it was a bit far from the central city, the traffic was fairly convenient. Because the neighborhood is still under development, the neighborhood is still the original old streets, the old-fashioned street lamps cast dim lights, which brings warmth to the winter night, but it looks a little dark to pedestrians walking at night.

Hua Shu is not a timid person. She has experienced the harsher environment these years. It's just the dim streets, which can't hinder her advancement.

However, when Hua Shu walked to the fork in the neighborhood, a black figure suddenly sprang out of the dark alley and tripped her. Before she could see what it was, she fell to the ground uncontrollably.

"Bump!" After the clear impact, Hua Shu didn't even have time to exclaim. He only felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, the warm fluid was constantly being drained, and his consciousness gradually blurred.

Before falling into the darkness, she vaguely saw a shaggy shadow and a pair of watery glaze eyes.

That should be a...cat?

Just after this thought, Hua Shu lost consciousness.

On the dim street corner, Hua Shu lay silently in a pool of blood, a black shadow thought to be a cat, slowly walking out of the darkness. It wasn't a cat, but a pure black little fox without a trace of miscellaneous hair. With a pair of watery glazed eyes, looking at Hua Shu who was no longer breathless, his eyes showed a tangled color like a human.

In the end, it seemed to have made up a certain determination, sighed, took out a pitch-black bead from somewhere, and threw it into the dark red blood that had not yet dissipated.

The bead seemed to have life, absorbing the blood little by little. That ordinary bead suddenly burst into a strange light of black and white mixed with two colors. After a few seconds, the light converged and the bead disappeared.

Afterwards, a stream of light flashed, and the little fox disappeared out of thin air.

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Hot...so hot...

Unable to bear the heat, Hua Shu opened her eyes sweating profusely, but the moment she woke up, her mind was suddenly dumbfounded.

Because before her eyes, it was not the rented house she was familiar with, nor the new home she had just moved into, but a brick house exuding an old atmosphere.

There are red brick walls and gray-black tiles above the high beams. She is lying on a wooden bed with a roof. The white mosquito net has turned yellow. The door of the room is facing the closet at the end of the bed. The closet is about 1.5 meters away. High, there is a large wooden box on the top of the cabinet, which contains clothes and some daily necessities.

On the right hand side of the entrance is a small square table against the wall with a kettle and cups on it, and then a small window with anti-theft steel bars. The sun shines into the house through the gap of the blue floral curtain, even in the house. You can also feel the blazing sunlight outside the house. On the other hand, there is a small desk beside the bed by the window. The old books that are often flipped through can tell how diligent the owner of the book is.

The room is very narrow, but it is neatly organized. This room is really familiar to Hua Shu, because she has spent six years here.

Hua Shu felt dizzy and uncomfortably hot all over, but the physical discomfort could not eliminate her shock at the moment.

She clearly remembered that she tripped on a cold winter night, fell on the back of her head, and bleeds. She should have died, but why did she appear in the orphanage room now?

Hua Shu dragged his soft legs to get up, and the moment he opened the door, the hot sunlight hit his face, so dazzling that he couldn't open his eyes.