Pain.
The back of the head felt like it had been smashed open with a blunt instrument. Every heartbeat involved the nerves in the skull, causing sharp stabbing pains.
Shi Xia's consciousness was forcibly pulled back from this severe pain.
She opened her eyes suddenly, and what she saw was not the pale ceiling of the laboratory, nor the familiar blue light of the equipment. Instead, there was a gray sky, with a few bare branches stretching into the distance like ghost claws.
The air was filled with a damp, cold smell of rotting grass blades, mixed with the fishy smell of earth. She moved her fingers, and there was soft grass under her body. The cold moisture penetrated through the thin material of her clothes and penetrated into the seams of her bones.
Something is wrong.
She looked down at herself.
Wearing a dazzling red wedding dress, a phoenix embroidered with gold threads twisted and fluttered on the chest. The skirt was spread on the dirty mud floor, like a strange flower blooming on a grave.
This outfit... Is this a trendy prank from what era?
