The Hellborn Heiress​ - Chapter 2

Ye Shuhua and Jiang Wan were both stunned.

Because Jiang Ci had been intellectually disabled since childhood, her speech was always slurred, and she had never uttered a complete sentence, let alone used such sophisticated vocabulary.

“You wretched girl, what kind of madness is this?!”

Ye Shuhua shouted in exasperation, too flustered at the moment to question why this fool suddenly seemed like a different person. All she cared about was saving her eyes.

“Hurry up and take me to the hospital!”

Jiang Ci slowly stretched out her blood-soaked hand, stopping right in front of Ye Shuhua.

Ye Shuhua didn’t understand her intention.

But in the next second-

A slap, powerful beyond belief, landed hard on her face.

Ye Shuhua was sent flying.

Under the stunned gazes of everyone present, she crashed heavily into a pile of sharp glass shards.

“Ah!!!”

A shrill, pig-slaughtering scream once again echoed through the Jiang Residence.

The atmosphere at the scene became eerily tense; no one dared to make a sound.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone looked at Jiang Ci as if she were a demon!

Some of the socialites were so frightened they stepped back, covering their eyes, terrified that they would be the next to have their eyeballs burst.

It wasn’t until Ye Shuhua struggled in pain for a few moments before passing out that someone finally snapped out of it and shouted,

“Holy crap, the fool killed someone!”

“Call the police!”

“Call 120! Save my mommy first!”

Jiang Wan lifted the hem of her expensive evening gown and hurried over to cradle Ye Shuhua. She saw that Ye Shuhua’s back was covered in glass shards, some deeply embedded in her flesh, making her look like a spiky hedgehog-utterly horrifying.

A perfectly good birthday banquet had been ruined by Jiang Ci…

Jiang Wan cast a dark, unreadable glance at Jiang Ci.

Amid the chaos, the injured Ye Shuhua was finally carried onto the ambulance.

No one noticed that Jiang Ci, who was also seriously injured, was left ignored at the doorway; even the servants avoided her.

Everyone dispersed in a flurry, leaving her all alone.

Jiang Ci stretched lazily, taking a moment to get used to this new body and sort through the original owner’s memories.

It was her first time possessing someone so miserable.

The owner of this body had the same name as her-Jiang Ci. Born with a missing soul, she was a fool from birth.

A child like this was destined for tragedy.

Never acknowledged by her parents, abused for eighteen years, never having felt familial love, and even about to be sent by her own mother to have her kidney removed-she was truly a pitiful soul.

The pitiful girl was dead.

And she was the evil spirit from the depths of Hell-Jiang Ci.

She, Jiang Ci, had once been the renowned National Guardian Master. For severing the nation’s fate, she was cast into Avici Hell, never to be reincarnated.

But alas, even the darkest corners of Hell could not hold her.

This time, back in the Mortal Realm, she had two goals: to collect Merit and to find someone.

As Jiang Ci pondered this, the pain in her face grew sharper and sharper, so she turned to look for a first aid kit to treat her wounds.

After all, with her face full of glass shards, she looked like a bloody ghost-hardly a pleasant sight.

The Jiang Family was considered a mid-tier wealthy family in Jiangbei, ranking among the top twenty. Their villa was mainly European in style, exuding luxury and splendor everywhere.

Except for one place, which stood out in stark contrast to the opulence around it.

Jiang Ci stood in the place where the pitiful girl had once lived: a windowless, dilapidated, and damp basement. In the corner, a crude wooden bed was covered with bedding so filthy its original color was unrecognizable.
This place isn’t even fit for a dog’s kennel!

A faint ghostly shadow curled up in the corner, on the verge of dissipating.

Her eyes were dark and deep: “Is tormenting your own daughter like this because you think you have too much good fortune?”

The ghostly shadow was none other than the original Jiang Ci.

This poor girl was the true daughter of the Jiang Family, yet she lived in a cold, gloomy cellar, eating the servants’ leftovers, living like an unwanted stray dog.

In contrast, Jiang Wan, the fake heiress, lived in utter comfort. From childhood, she was showered with attention, growing up like a princess, pampered in every way. Everything she ate, wore, and used was far better than the poor girl’s; even the rag used to wipe the floor in her room was cleaner than the clothes on the poor girl’s back.

“I know you long for familial love. Go to your next life-perfect parents await you there. What they owe you, I’ll make sure to collect with interest.”

Jiang Ci raised her hand, dabbed some of the fresh blood from her face, and with powerful will and spiritual light, drew a Rebirth Talisman.

Pure blood doubled its power, and the talisman was instantly formed.

Jiang Ci sent her into reincarnation, and her body felt utterly drained, as if all strength had been sucked away.

There was always a medical kit kept in the nearby cabinet.

Jiang Ci looked at the locked cabinet, thought for half a second, then decisively kicked the door open and took out the medical kit.

The basement was too moldy to treat wounds properly.

She picked up the medical kit and went to the back garden.

There were more glass shards in her face than on her body, and they were embedded deeper.

The largest wound was on her cheek, about three centimeters long, with a glass shard buried in the flesh, almost piercing into her mouth.

After being a vengeful ghost for so long, she’d grown numb.

Jiang Ci hadn’t felt such exhilarating pain in ages, but now was no time to savor it.

If she didn’t treat her injuries, this body would either bleed out or the wounds would get infected and die just the same.

Jiang Ci took out medical gloves, disinfectant, gauze, tweezers, suture needle and thread, and medication, then began to work.

She first pulled out the glass shards embedded in her face one by one, then moved on to the deepest one.

As soon as the tweezers touched the glass, the surrounding flesh erupted in intense pain.

Jiang Ci’s expression didn’t change.

She applied a bit of force and continued to pull the shard out.

Suddenly, faint footsteps sounded behind her.

She turned to look, and saw a young man standing at the corner, holding a Kalanchoe Agarwood Bracelet, his gaze surprised as he looked at her.

He was tall and slender, his gloomy, cold face strikingly handsome, with features so perfect that, without exaggeration, in her era, everyone for miles around would have bent over backwards for a face like his.

But to Jiang Ci, no matter how good-looking he was, he couldn’t compare to the rarity of the Kalanchoe Agarwood Bracelet in his hand.

The agarwood’s scent was elegant and pure, a symbol of status and identity for royal families throughout history. The bracelet in his hand was lustrous and flawless, of the highest quality-truly the best of the best. Wearing it daily could cultivate one’s character and clear the mind.

However…

A grown man with such heavy Yin Energy on him-wearing a bracelet like that wouldn’t do much, at most it would keep low-level Yin creatures three meters away.

Before Jiang Ci could speak, he spoke first.

“You sure know how to pick a spot. This place is cool and shady-even if you die here, you won’t rot.”