Yu Tong was investigating evil spirits in a century-old mansion. When she opened her eyes, she had become the youngest child in an ancient family, a ten-year-old girl.
In the original owner’s memories, her eldest sister was gentle and honest, and her needlework clothed the whole family.
The eldest sister she met after waking could split a wooden stake with her bare hands and cheerfully say the most vicious things.
The original second sister had been timid and quiet, taking on every household chore.
The second sister she met wielded a stick that could turn into fire or ice, and swore like a sailor.
Her third sister was still a great cook, but now had the bad habit of pulling a knife on people at the slightest disagreement.
Then the rain fell, and the apocalypse began.
While other families fought over food and killed their own children, her family had plenty of supplies, ate well, and fought monsters along the way.
At last, they found a place of peace. Standing atop a mountain, her eldest sister declared, “If the world is in turmoil, why can’t a woman become a general?”
Yu Tong: ...
All right, Sis. If you say we’re doing it, we’re doing it!
