"Damn it! Where was this place? It's so dark!"
They couldn't even see their own fingers. The surroundings were extremely quiet. It was so dark that it was scary. Moreover, it was a little damp.
What the hell was this place? Fu Jun tried hard to move her body, but her hand was blocked.
Wait a minute? This texture... seemed to be made of wood?
Fu Jun had a bad feeling.
Was he buried alive?
Fu Jun, a university student from a third-rate art school, came from an ordinary family. He was tall and handsome, so he was quite popular on campus. He didn't expect that things would be different once he entered society. The tall and beautiful girlfriend he had been dating for three years left him in less than three months and hooked up with a rich man.
Fu Jun was heartbroken. If she could score 80 points for her looks, that pig would at most score 30 points, and she had no talent. Just because he was f * cking rich?
The impulsive Fu Jun was really angry. She ambushed the pig who had snatched her love and beat him up. From then on, trouble started to arise. From time to time, some hooligans would come looking for trouble. On this day, he was blocked by a few hooligans in a small alley. He really couldn't stand the disturbance and fought back. After taking countless punches and kicks, he lost consciousness.
Fu Jun touched the wooden block beside her. It was very hard. He knocked on it again, hitting the solid wood with a "bang" sound.
This sound…was a coffin! Fu Jun recalled the situation when her grandfather passed away when she was young. Out of curiosity, he had knocked on it.
It was over! He had really been buried alive!
Those hooligans actually dared to treat human lives like grass. He was a good man, and his exciting life had just begun, but he was going to die here!？
I'm not convinced! Fu Jun was furious!
Although Fu Jun had only graduated from a third-rate art school, he had outstanding talent in music and painting since he was young. It was only because he did not like to study and his college entrance examination scores were not good that he fell into a third-rate school. He was determined to make a name for himself with his own talents. He had just made some achievements and won a national gold medal for his flute performance.
Fu Jun clenched her fist and punched upwards.
He did not know the thickness of the coffin, nor did he know how deep he was buried. However, he knew that the longer he dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him because there would be less and less air.
The moment Fu Jun's angry fist touched the coffin, the coffin let out a squeaking sound and was actually broken.
When did he become so strong? Fu Jun clenched her fists in surprise. The coffin was at least 10 centimeters long, but she had broken it.
Fu Jun went up and touched the soft soil. He didn't have time to think about it and punched hard!
On a beautiful island with lush trees and flowing waterfalls, the back of a new grave suddenly broke open, and a fair and beautiful fist stretched out.
" Cough cough…" The fresh air blew into her face, and the warm light made Fu Jun unable to open her eyes. The dust caused by the broken soil caused him to cough non-stop.
Finally out…Fu Jun looked around and saw a small island surrounded by green trees and gurgling streams. Birds were chirping incessantly.
Those bastards actually buried him here. How was he going to get out?
Fu Jun subconsciously patted the dust off her body, but she felt that something was wrong.
Why was it so empty and chilly down there?
It was also very soft to the touch.
This feeling of disharmony…
He raised his hand, and what greeted his eyes was a pair of fair, slender, and beautiful hands.
" This…this is!?"
Fu Jun had a bad feeling.
He lowered his head and saw a pair of majestic mountains. Her silky clothes stuck to her body, showing off her good figure.
Her delicate hand slipped.
"No…no more!" Fu Jun felt as if he had been struck by lightning.
This was not his body! It was a woman!
He had transmigrated and transformed. He had really encountered such a thing!
Fu Jun looked at her beautiful hands in disbelief.
He turned around and looked at the cave he had crawled out of. It was clearly a grave.
Not only did he transmigrate, but he was also resurrected.
Who had he become? From his clothes, he didn't seem to be a modern person. What dynasty had he transmigrated to?
Fu Jun looked at the beautiful island and felt lost.
How could he confirm his identity…
That's right! There would usually be a tombstone on the grave, with the name of the deceased written on it. Wouldn't he know if he went to take a look?
As for how to go back, Fu Jun had no time to think about it because she did not even know what kind of world she had transmigrated to. At least she had to confirm the identity of this body first.
Fu Jun went around to the front of the tomb and saw a wooden memorial tablet.
"This…this is!"
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