The Boss Who Transmigrated Went Wild

Before she even woke up, she smelled an indescribable odor. Feige paused, opened her eyes, glanced at it, and immediately closed them again. She was pretending to be dead. She was just pretending to be dead. This wasn't real, this wasn't real.

Wu Tang couldn't stand it anymore in the space.

"Master, stop pretending, it's true."

"Go, Master! Go!"

Feige opened her eyes, glanced around, and then felt utterly disgusted.

Ugh, ugh, ugh

Feige vomited; she even vomited bile.

Ugh, ugh, ugh

Finally, she couldn't vomit anymore.

"Wu Tang, I'm going to pluck all your hair out!"

Feige gritted her teeth and said that she no longer had the strength to speak. She wanted to move, but found that she couldn't, especially her lower back, which was throbbing with intense pain that made her want to cry.

"Master, the original owner is paralyzed, suffering from lumbar paralysis."

So she was paralyzed. No wonder she cried out in pain whenever she moved her back.

"what"

Suddenly, Feige shouted,

Wu Tang was startled.

"Master, calm down. You can just use one energy point to heal yourself."

"Get lost! You're trying to fool me again. I'll kill you later!"

After a while, Feige was able to move again. She spent one energy point to fix her back, and then she could move again.

The first thing Feige did after getting out of bed was run to the bathroom to wash herself clean, because the smell was so awful that she felt like vomiting again, but she couldn't.

After washing for half an hour, I finally got myself clean.

After changing into clean clothes, Feige went out.

This house is disgusting, especially the rooms. There's feces everywhere—on the blankets, the sheets, and even the clothes the original owner was wearing.

呕，

Thinking of this, Feige tried to vomit again, but nothing came out; she had already vomited up all her bile.

Once outside, Feige saw a single-story house, standing there like a rooster standing on one leg, surrounded by empty space.

No wonder no one noticed, no wonder... sigh.

Feige pulled Wutang out and plucked a few of his hairs, causing Wutang to howl in pain.

"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong!"

Wu Tang has a strong will to survive.

"Master, spare me! Spare my life! Waaaaah, it hurts so much! It hurts so much! Waaaaah!"

Feige didn't care about its cries.

After a long time, she vented her anger.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

"Master, it hurts so much! Waaaaah, it hurts so much! Master, it hurts so much! Waaaaah!"

Wu Tang cried out loudly.

"Tell me, or do we have to do it again?"

"No more, no more!" Wu Tang cried out, afraid of the pain, it hurt too much.

"Master, the original owner had a daughter who was a male slave, so she was basically afraid to discipline her. She tried to discipline her before, but she would get angry if she tried to discipline a man, so she gradually stopped daring to do so."

"Damn it, he's such an ingrate!"

"You can't say that. Actually, her daughter is quite filial. She's just been beaten by men for so long that she's become like this."

"Tch, isn't that just being unfilial?"

"This house was secretly built for the original owner by her daughter. Before the original owner became paralyzed, her daughter came a few times, and the man didn't care. But after the original owner became paralyzed, the man wouldn't let her come anymore."

"Men probably think it's dirty and unlucky."

"Sigh, he's a pitiful person too, sigh," Wu Tang sighed.

"So, what did the original owner want to do?"

"She became paralyzed because she helped her son-in-law with farming. At that time, her son-in-law was farming a lot of land and didn't have enough hands, so he asked her to help. At night, she slept on the floor, on a makeshift bed. There were many rooms, but they wouldn't let her sleep there, so they made her sleep on the floor in the hallway. One day, she hurt her back while swinging a hoe, and her movements became slow. Her son-in-law disliked her and made her come back. Not long after she came back, her back gradually became unable to straighten up, and later she couldn't even get up."

So, what exactly is she trying to do?

"When she asked her daughter to divorce, she initially disagreed when her daughter brought that man home, but she couldn't resist her daughter's affections and constant nagging, so she finally agreed... The original owner regretted it deeply, hoping her daughter would be happy instead of suffering every day. She blamed herself, thinking that if she had insisted on disagreeing back then, things wouldn't have turned out this way."

Are there any others?

"Gone,"

"Fine"

Feige stood there, thought for a moment, and decided that the house was too dirty to keep, so she set it on fire and burned it down.

People from the nearby village saw the raging fire and ran over to see what was happening.

Seeing Feige standing there,

"How did it get on fire?" the villager asked.

I burned it myself.

"……"village head,

"Where will you live from now on?" The village chief didn't look at Fei Ge; he looked at the fire in front of him.

Let's talk about it later.

The fire grew bigger and bigger.

Feige looked at the onlookers, some sympathetic, some gloating... Feige didn't care about any of them, and she didn't want to have anything to do with them.

After a while, Feige said to them,

"You should all go home, go back to your own homes and find your own mothers."

Those people left because they weren't interested in watching anything exciting.

The village chief was the last to leave. "Sigh, what a tragedy," he sighed, "he burned his own house down. He's gone mad!"

Feige didn't feel anything as he listened to his words.

"Wu Tang, how old is the original owner now?"

"Master, 50 years old"

Where is her man?

"He disliked her for being too unsophisticated, had an affair, and then came back and divorced her."

"Ha, they're all happy, except for her, she's such a fool."

"Master, what are you going to do next?"

"None of your business. You have a problem with the effort I put in?"

"No, Master, I have no objection."

Feige was hungry. She didn't want to eat the food in the space; she wanted something hot and steaming. But after thinking about it, she changed her mind and took out a flatbread instead.

It must be summer now; the stars and moon in the sky are very bright and beautiful.

Feige lay down on a clean rock, eating a flatbread and admiring the starry sky.

I felt full after eating two pancakes, and then I got sleepy.

She took out a small couch from her spatial storage, using the sky as her blanket and the couch as her bed, and quickly fell asleep.