001 Rebirth

Qu Zhanyi opened her eyes to find a man straddling her body.

He was frantically pulling her pants down to her ankles. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was twisted with lust. "Damn it, if I hadn't been quick, a little bitch like you would have almost gotten away."

The rasping, grating voice echoed in her buzzing ears, leaving Qu Zhanyi momentarily stunned.

"Who is this?"
"Where is this?"
"Wasn't I killed by that pack of hypocritical, sanctimonious priests?!"

The cold wind of early winter cut through her skin like a blade. She shivered, and her consciousness began to return. As she saw the man’s sticky, bloated palm reaching toward her delicate chest, a surge of rage flared in her eyes. She clenched her fist and, with speed and precision, struck the man hard in the temple.

Without giving him a moment to react, she followed up with a punch straight to his groin.

The man let out a pig-like shriek of agony. "Ahhh! You damn bitch, see if I don't kill you for this!"

"There are plenty of people who want me dead; who do you think you are?" Qu Zhanyi replied coldly, kicking him onto the ground without a hint of mercy.

She stood up, pulled up her pants, and said fiercely, "You dare try to play the master with me? You must be a thousand-year-old turtle tired of living."

The man clutched his crotch, curled into a ball like a shrimp. Even after being beaten, he remained defiant. "What's wrong with letting me have a feel? Aren't women born just to let men—"

Before he could finish, with a sharp "crack," Qu Zhanyi cleanly kicked out his two front teeth. She then pressed the tip of her shoe firmly into his swollen, blood-red face.

She did not hold back. The man’s previously oily, slick face quickly became a mass of mangled flesh. The scarlet blood bled into the darkness, the nauseating scent of rust filling the air, accompanied by the man’s agonizing pleas for mercy.

Qu Zhanyi felt an intense, pleasurable comfort in every sense of her body. She wore a smile, as if deeply satisfied with her handiwork, and a strange sound emanated from her throat—like the weeping of an