In her previous life, Le Yao had finally managed to open a clinic for the blind and support herself—
only to lose her life in a fire.
When she opened her eyes again, she had somehow transmigrated to the Tang Dynasty,
and immediately heard a cold voice ordering that she be buried in a pit.
Le Yao: “…W-wait, spare me!!!”
She desperately stretched out her hand and grabbed onto the man’s robe.
Looking up in panic, she suddenly met a pair of eyes as clear and cold as mountain snow.
The original body was the daughter of a disgraced official,
who, during exile, chose death by poison rather than suffer humiliation.
And the man before her was Yue Zhiyuan, a Commandant of the Ganzhou Protectorate.
Today, he had just been inexplicably transferred away from the front lines by his superior and reassigned to handle trivial duties like processing detained officials. Already irritated, he unexpectedly ran into this situation…
He lowered his gaze toward the woman on the ground—her hair disheveled, blood flowing from all seven orifices, her appearance terrifying—as their eyes met in silence.
A thought arose in his mind: …A corpse coming back to life?
Then he heard the “female ghost,” clutching him and accidentally touching his injured leg, blurt out:
“You’ve dislocated your ankle joint.”
Yue Zhiyuan: ?
What joint? What dislocation?
“D-do you want… a free bone-setting?”
Yue Zhiyuan: ??
Since when do female ghosts know how to set bones???
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