Domineering Woman

Chapter 2: The Disappearance of the Handgun

After staring at the filthy black pig for a few seconds, Feng Wuxie decided to take a deep breath and calm down. But—what the hell! She almost choked on the foul air! This place was unbelievably stinky! Was she really in a pigsty? How twisted could someone be to throw her in here? Damn it! Whoever did this to her was going to pay when she got out! She tried to move her body.

“Hiss...” A sharp pain made her suck in a breath, forcing her to assess her condition. Her clothes were torn, and they weren't the camouflage military uniform she had been wearing in the special forces jet. Instead, they were ancient-style garments. Her body was covered in wounds, and even her face burned with pain. The injuries didn't seem to be from the jet explosion but rather looked like whip marks! Could it be that, as a military doctor in the special forces, she had accumulated enough good karma through saving lives that, in the moment of the jet explosion, the heavens allowed her to live a second life?

Just then, she heard stealthy footsteps approaching. Feng Wuxie remained motionless, quietly observing. She saw a woman sneaking toward the pigsty under the cover of night. Thinking about the injuries on the original owner of this body, Feng Wuxie decided to play dead and see what the woman was up to.

The woman opened the pigsty and roughly dragged her out, cursing as she did so, "That's what you get for going against our sister! You deserve to die!" After cursing, she viciously kicked Feng Wuxie twice. Damn, that hurt! Feng Wuxie suddenly opened her eyes, glaring at the woman. Under the moonlight, her gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s.

“Ah—” The woman gasped in shock, “You stupid girl, you’re still alive?”

Feng Wuxie coldly smiled, her blood-streaked face making her grin look eerie and sinister, like a demon from hell. “I died, but Yama said my time wasn't up, and I died unjustly, so he sent me back to settle scores.”

“You—” The woman took two steps back in fear, but then she seemed to steel herself and suddenly pulled out a dagger from her sleeve. “In that case, I’ll silence you for good on behalf of my sister!”

Feng Wuxie instantly realized that this woman was skilled in martial arts. The dagger was aimed straight for her carotid artery, and with her external and internal injuries, she knew she couldn't fight back head-on. Suddenly, Feng Wuxie felt something familiar at her waist! Almost instinctively, she reached for it—she didn't have any real hope, but when her hand grasped something hard and solid, she was overjoyed!

Damn, her favorite item from the 21st century, her personal treasure, had somehow come with her to this strange world. Without hesitation, she summoned all her strength, quickly drew it out, aimed at her enemy, and pulled the trigger!

After staring at the filthy black pig for a few seconds, Feng Wuxie decided to take a deep breath and calm down. But—what the hell! She almost choked on the foul air! This place was unbelievably stinky! Was she really in a pigsty? How twisted could someone be to throw her in here? Damn it! Whoever did this to her was going to pay when she got out! She tried to move her body.

“Hiss...” A sharp pain made her suck in a breath, forcing her to assess her condition. Her clothes were torn, and they weren't the camouflage military uniform she had been wearing in the special forces jet. Instead, they were ancient-style garments. Her body was covered in wounds, and even her face burned with pain. The injuries didn't seem to be from the jet explosion but rather looked like whip marks! Could it be that, as a military doctor in the special forces, she had accumulated enough good karma through saving lives that, in the moment of the jet explosion, the heavens allowed her to live a second life?

Just then, she heard stealthy footsteps approaching. Feng Wuxie remained motionless, quietly observing. She saw a woman sneaking toward the pigsty under the cover of night. Thinking about the injuries on the original owner of this body, Feng Wuxie decided to play dead and see what the woman was up to.

The woman opened the pigsty and roughly dragged her out, cursing as she did so, "That's what you get for going against our sister! You deserve to die!" After cursing, she viciously kicked Feng Wuxie twice. Damn, that hurt! Feng Wuxie suddenly opened her eyes, glaring at the woman. Under the moonlight, her gaze was as sharp as an eagle’s.

“Ah—” The woman gasped in shock, “You stupid girl, you’re still alive?”

Feng Wuxie coldly smiled, her blood-streaked face making her grin look eerie and sinister, like a demon from hell. “I died, but Yama said my time wasn't up, and I died unjustly, so he sent me back to settle scores.”

“You—” The woman took two steps back in fear, but then she seemed to steel herself and suddenly pulled out a dagger from her sleeve. “In that case, I’ll silence you for good on behalf of my sister!”

Feng Wuxie instantly realized that this woman was skilled in martial arts. The dagger was aimed straight for her carotid artery, and with her external and internal injuries, she knew she couldn't fight back head-on. Suddenly, Feng Wuxie felt something familiar at her waist! Almost instinctively, she reached for it—she didn't have any real hope, but when her hand grasped something hard and solid, she was overjoyed!

Damn, her favorite item from the 21st century, her personal treasure, had somehow come with her to this strange world. Without hesitation, she summoned all her strength, quickly drew it out, aimed at her enemy, and pulled the trigger!

The bullet shot out—the smell of gunpowder filled the air—leaving a gaping hole in the center of the woman’s forehead. Blood gushed from the wound as she fell backward, staring at Feng Wuxie with disbelief, as if she were seeing a demon that had crawled out of hell.

“Send my regards to Yama and thank him,” Feng Wuxie said with a cold smile, watching expressionlessly as the woman's body collapsed to the ground.

In her hand, Feng Wuxie held a 7-inch CZ100 military silenced pistol! A weapon completely out of place in this era of cold weapons! Just as she was wondering where she could hide the pistol, it mysteriously vanished again!

What was going on? Was someone playing some kind of supernatural game with her? Her beloved pistol, her treasure—where did it go? As she was pondering this, she felt something strange in her body, and suddenly, a phantom image appeared in her mind!

She seemed to see a man! The man was draped in a blood-red robe, with a devilish smile on his lips. His long hair was tied back with a crimson gem. His long, dark lashes seemed as if they could catch falling snow, and there was a hint of a red, jewel-like gleam in his ink-black eyes...

His face—handsome like a god, like an asura, like an unparalleled demon born from the flames.

Feng Wuxie was a little dazed. In her previous life, she had never seen such a seductive yet beautiful man...

Who was he?

Before she could ask, the asura-like man’s thin lips parted: “Woman, you’re here, aren’t you?”

Feng Wuxie was startled—was this hallucination talking?

Before she could react, the hallucination spoke again: “Woman, wait for me! You are absolutely f*******n to die before I find you!”

“And don’t look at any other man!”

“And you better not marry anyone else!”

Feng Wuxie was utterly confused, just about to ask what was going on—but the man in the hallucination disappeared!