Chapter 1 The Grave Of Ariel White Dug Up

It was a dark and stormy night. In an unknown mountain, deep in the forest, two men got out of a van with a gunny sack and tossed it into the pit they dug. The mouth of the gunny sack burst open, revealing a dark-skinned girl who was all skin and bones. Her facial features were not exactly ugly, but they were far from stunning. She could only be described as modestly pretty. Perhaps it was because of the years of malnutrition, but her complexion was sallow, and her skin dull and rough, devoid of the inner glow of health. A large, bloody hole gaped at the back of her head, making it clear that she was struck and killed by a blunt object. A sleazy man leered at her youthful face, a wicked spark of desire stirring within him. “Boss, this girl is still warm. How about we take advantage of it?” The other man also smirked lecherously. “I heard that this girl is Mr. Fletcher's fiancée who was raised in the countryside. She had just come of age and was still a virgin. We hit the jackpot this time!” The two of them jumped into the deep pit. Paying no regard to decorum, they hastily stripped their shirts and pants. Blood streamed down, staining the girl's faded T-shirt a vivid red, making for a startling sight. “Why does it feel like something is off with this girl? Her body is just too cold.” “No matter! Maybe it's because of the low temperature in the mountains. Anyway, she's still fresh, so it would be a waste not to enjoy her!” Boom! A blinding flash of lightning suddenly tore through the night sky with a resounding boom. The dead girl abruptly sat upright. “F*ck!” “Ahh! She has come back to life!” The two men were so terrified that they huddled together, staring in horror at the girl who had just opened her eyes. Ariel White's hair was disheveled, her face pale without a trace of color. Her large eyes which were as black as night locked on them both lifelessly, devoid of warmth. In the next moment, she raised her hand. With extraordinary strength, she slapped the two men, sending them flying out of the pit. Under the cover of night, her voice resonated with a bone-chilling balefulness. “How dare you peasants dig up my grave? Are you sick of living?” Like a carp, Ariel leaped out of the deep pit, looking down at the two sleazy men lying on the ground. Her distinctive eyes narrowed dangerously. Grinning slightly, she bared a row of chilling teeth. “Your faces are shrouded in darkness, marked by sinister lines and ominous moles. Both of you are nothing but embodiments of evil. How about I show you some mercy and just devour you both?” “A ghost!” The two men were terrified to the core, scrambling away in fear. Ariel extended both her black and bony hands, patting them coldly on their backs. The two men's souls were promptly ejected from their bodies. Their souls were translucent, hovering in the air with bewildered expressions on their faces. Sensing something amiss, they looked down, only to see that their bodies had gone cold. In utter terror, they realized that they had encountered a Soul Reaper. Horror-struck, they immediately fell to their knees while bawling away, pleading for mercy tearfully. “Please have mercy on us, great deity! It was Vivian White who forced us into this. We never wanted to kill you. Please spare us...” “We both have families to care for, so we can't just kick the bucket... Please spare us!” Ariel found them both too noisy and grabbed them, one in a hand. Her spindly fingers moved as swiftly as making a string figure, flattening their souls forcefully, kneading them into a small black orb. Then, she swallowed it before belching in satisfaction. “It didn't taste all that great and was barely even enough to make a snack.” The two men were far from virtuous, engaging in every form of wickedness imaginable, from rape and robbery to murder and arson. Ariel had studied their faces and knew that if she didn't intervene, they would live for at least another forty years. Over that span, the number of people who would meet their end at their hands would be at least in the double digits, and countless girls would be ruined. Ironically, the two men would enjoy a peaceful death in the end. When it came to dealing with such malicious people, she had no regard for the Heavenly Law but simply devoured them. The taste of wicked souls wasn't exactly appetizing, but they could enhance her strength. In a swift motion, Ariel kicked the two bodies into the deep pit. Ultimately, the pit they dug became their own final resting ground at the end of the day. A stream of cold liquid trickled down from the back of Ariel's head. She casually wiped it off. As her dark and unfathomable eyes locked onto the bright red blood on her fingers, she fell into deep thought. The owner of the body shared her name—Ariel White—and was the eldest daughter of the White family in Yannopolis. She was cut out from the belly of her mother who died in a car accident and was regarded as a coffin child, a harbinger of bad luck. Her biological father, Zayne White, harbored an intense hatred for her, the coffin child who had caused his wife's death. As such, shortly after her birth, she was tragically abandoned and left in the care of a relative in the countryside. Life under someone else's roof was far from easy. Besides the daily grind of grueling manual labor and farming, there was also constant abuse. Hunger was a constant companion, warmth a luxury rarely afforded. A patchwork of black and blue bruises littered her body, a clear indication of long-term abuse. Throughout her brief and tragic life, the host had never experienced a single day of happiness. Even before she died, she was still chopping wood on the mountain when she was ambushed from behind by the two unsavory men. A blow from an iron hammer shattered her skull, thereby ending her life. Ariel narrowed her eyes. If it hadn't been for those two wretched men digging up my grave tonight, causing the seal to loosen, I wouldn't have awakened. My primordial spirit wouldn't have taken possession of this girl's body either. She was a zombie ancestor who transcended three realms nine thousand years ago, possessing both knowledge of divine destiny and understanding of the spiritual world, whose very name struck fear into the hearts of all. She didn't particularly care for her current body, which was pathetically weak. Closing her eyes, she tuned into her true body, only to discover that it was sealed nine thousand meters underground. “Nine thousand meters? How long would I have to dig?” With resentment written all over her face, she looked down and studied her body. “Tsk, what a snot-nosed girl, flat as a board. She looks like she'd never had a full meal in her life.” Ariel didn't like it, but she had no choice. The seal hadn't loosened completely, so only her primordial spirit was mobile. Since she had taken over the host's body to come back to life, she could only use it for the time being. However, that body was beyond weak. It was simply incapable of containing the full strength of her primordial spirit energy. Even the slightest exertion of energy almost caused it to burst at the seams. Ariel had no choice but to swiftly seal off ninety-nine percent of her primordial spirit energy before squeezing out the remaining bit of it to heal the host's injuries. As she recovered, she fell deep in thought. The host has a childhood engagement with Christopher Fletcher, the eldest son of the prestigious Fletcher family in Yannopolis. As soon as dawn breaks, the Fletcher family's car will come to take her back to Yannopolis. It must have been the marriage agreement that brought about her tragic demise. Vivian White, whom the two sleazy men mentioned, is none other than her half-sister... Ariel's lips curved into a faint smirk, her eyes brimming with contempt and arrogance. “Vivian White? The Fletcher family? They're nothing!”