Back to the world, you human trafficker are dead

In the cold winter, water turns to ice. The north wind blows whistling through the vast forest, over the mountains, and falls on this quiet village with heavy snow.

"Ah..." A shrill scream broke the tranquility of the small mountain village.

Then a sharp voice came out: "You silly girl, why are you being lazy? I told you to go out and chop wood, but where is the wood? You've been chopping for half the morning? Tell me, where did you go?"

"It's snowing and there's no firewood on the mountain." The thin and petite girl explained in a whisper.

The snow was deep and the forest was dense. How could an eight-year-old girl like her collect enough firewood in this snowy winter?

Compared to the girl, the old woman in front of her was like a mountain, pressing heavily on her heart and making her breathless all the time.

At this moment, the wrinkled old face was full of anger, and the redness on the high cheekbones was not sure whether it was caused by the cold or the anger.

The droopy triangular eyes stared at the girl: "You little bitch, you dare to talk back? What's the point of keeping you at home for free? You'd be better off being fed to a dog!"

The more she muttered, the angrier she became. She picked up the stick she usually used to stir the pig food and hit the girl hard with it.

The girl no longer argued nor dared to hide. She hugged her arms and squatted in the corner skillfully.

His head drooped on his chest, his body trembled in pain, and his purple lips opened and closed.

She wanted to say: Grandma, don't hit me, I will collect more firewood.

But she didn't dare to beg for mercy, because she knew from countless experiences of being beaten before that the more she begged for mercy, the harder the old woman in front of her would beat her.

And no one here will help her. The person who could help and protect her became a madman three years ago.

The old woman beat him and scolded him: "What's the use of you? You went to collect firewood, but you didn't bring back any firewood. How are you going to eat later? You damned girl!"

She didn't care and just vented her anger, and she kept beating him until she was out of breath. She didn't notice that the girl's arms, which were originally tightly around her, had now drooped limply.

His thinly clothed body was covered with scars, and a glaring red color gradually seeped out from his head, neck, and back.

"Hey, sister-in-law, you are free today so go and train your granddaughter." A teasing voice woke the old woman up.

She looked up and saw many heads popping out from the walls around her. The one who was talking was the gossipy woman from the village, Li Erzhu's family.

"Humph, Erzhu family, it's none of your business how I discipline my granddaughter!"

“Hey, look at what you said, sister-in-law, don’t I care about you? Look how angry you are.”

"This child has been helping to collect firewood, cut grass for pigs, and wash dishes since he could walk. He learned to make fire and cook before the stove was even taller. He has been obedient since he was young. What happened today?"

Erzhu's wife said words of concern, but everyone in the village knew that she wanted to make fun of the Zhou family.

The two have been at odds for a long time, and it is said that it was because Erzhu was young and unmarried, and he was always courting the Zhou family.

I don't know how Erzhu's family found out after she got married, but since then, she has never been in a good mood when seeing the Zhou family.

As time went by, the news of their discord became known to the whole village, and at one point they even reached the point where they never spoke to each other again.

Mrs. Zhou rolled her eyes and said, "The sun has risen from the west, and you still care about me? I'm in good health, so don't worry about me. Go away now."

"Hey sister-in-law, we are neighbors after all. Isn't it normal for me to care about you?"

Erzhu's family held onto the wall and smiled falsely: "That's fine, the kid's father will be back soon, I'll go back and cook."

People around started to make a noise: "Aunt Zhou, if you want to discipline your granddaughter, please tell me. I just want to stretch my muscles."

Someone nearby said, "His mother, why bother with that? Wait for her father to come back and deal with her."

During the winter when there is no farming work, people who are bored at home rarely have something exciting to watch.

At this moment, people were saying all sorts of things, but no one said that the child was pitiful and asked not to hurt him.

It was almost noon and the crowd gradually dispersed. Mrs. Zhou left her unconscious child behind and went to cook.

The snow was getting heavier, falling down like goose feathers, and slowly the unconscious child turned into a snowman.

Under the cover of snow, bright red blood flowed silently like a stream down the child's shoulders and arms, into her clenched fists, and disappeared.

It's cold, so cold... What kind of place is this? Why is it so cold to the bone, and the air I breathe is filled with the smell of ice and snow?

Zhang Hui tried hard to open his eyes, but they seemed to be glued together and could not be opened. His mouth was also like a gourd with the mouth sawed off, and could not be opened.

Was she being plotted against? Impossible! When she was going through the tribulation, her master, brothers and sisters were all there to protect her.

This kind of extreme coldness had only occurred once in her memory, but that time cost her her life.

She calmed down and checked her internal breath. She was shocked when she saw it.

The Dantian, which was originally full of spiritual energy, has now shrunk by more than half. To put it in an analogy, it was originally a watermelon but now it is sesame seeds!

At this moment, she could feel someone slowly approaching her.

After a while, an indescribable stench assaulted her. The smell seemed familiar, as if it was... her mother's smell.

This is even more impossible! How could she think of her mother?

She had left her mother forever and would never see her again. If she hadn't met her master, she would have died long ago.

The person next to her gently tugged at her sleeve, a move that was also like her mother's. Zhang Hui wondered silently, could it be that someone was using an illusion array to plot against her?

The next second, an unclear, inaudible voice sounded in her ears: "Back, hungry..."

The sound was like a thunderclap, which made her mind go blank: This is... my mother's voice!

How could this be possible? After her death in her previous life, she entered a new world.

The master told her that the place was called the world of cultivation, where there were secret manuals of martial arts, exotic flowers and plants, and immortals and strange beasts.

But the only person not there was her mother, not the mother who was sold because of her momentary kindness!

Before Zhang Hui could figure out what was going on, the hand that was pulling her sleeve suddenly froze, and without waiting for her to say anything, it ran away like a rabbit.

After a few minutes, a loud voice shouted from a distance: "Open the door! You damn girl!" accompanied by banging on the door, breaking the silence of the courtyard.

Mrs. Zhou hurried out of the kitchen and answered while wiping her hands: "I'm coming."

He turned his head and spat at the corner: What a shameless girl, she is so lazy. She didn't hear her father calling the door and didn't move at all. I'll let the eldest boy deal with her later!

The door opened, and a burly man walked in. When he saw my mother, he immediately smiled and said, "Mom, do you have any food? I'm starving!"

Mrs. Zhou nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Why are you so hungry? Are you tired?"

As they were talking, the two of them walked into the kitchen one after the other, brought the food, and walked into the main room.

When passing by the corner, the mother and daughter pretended not to see the snowman and went into the house to eat as if they didn't notice it.

Listening to these voices that were so familiar to him, Zhang Hui felt as if a fire of rage was burning in his chest. She was really back!

She can take her mother home!

In a moment, she realized that there was very little spiritual energy in this world. However, because her realm had fallen to the novice Qi training stage, the spiritual energy she needed was not much, and it was enough for her to protect her mother.

Thanks to the blessing of this world consciousness, she has the opportunity to return to this devil's cave. Next, she will take revenge and repay kindness!