Chapter 1: Still Alive
How could things be as beautiful as Yifu imagined?
Just when she thought she would be reborn into another world and live the happy life of Long Aotian or Feng Aotian, she, who had been sentenced to hanging… opened her eyes in the coffin.
Yifu, just awakened, was bewildered. Looking at the dark surroundings, her intuition told her… she was not dead, she was very much alive.
Aside from a crimson-purple mark on her neck, which no longer hurt, Yifu did not notice anything unusual.
She observed her surroundings and confirmed that she must have been buried.
The narrow space made it difficult for the already voluptuous Yifu to even maintain a comfortable position.
One had to say, the church people were quite nice.
Not only did they kill, but they also buried. Although Yifu was a much-despised witch, the church still prepared a decently sized coffin for her.
If she had been buried directly underground, Yifu could only imagine how embarrassing her current situation would be.
Having gained a moment of respite, Yifu couldn’t help but reflect on life in the dim, confined space.
Now, she finally understood why beings like witches needed to be burned to be completely eradicated.
Pure forms of execution had no effect on witches at all; even the hanging, which was quite lethal for humans, would only cause Yifu to choke, roll her eyes, and then faint.
It felt a bit uncomfortable…
One could only say witches are even more resilient than sports students…
Moreover, in this cramped space with oxygen levels so low that even striking a match would extinguish it, Yifu was still alive and unscathed.
One could only say the worth of witches was on the rise; although Yifu was a witch with no skills and little lethality, she still foolishly wanted to integrate into humanity.
But her witchly constitution was still intact.
Yet a new problem lay before Yifu: she did not know how long she had been unconscious, nor how to get out.
The narrow space made it inconvenient to exert strength, and weak Yifu did not possess any earth-shattering magic that could help her escape.
Upon careful recollection, she realized that all the magic she had learned was auxiliary in nature, and she often used these spells to help others.
There was no point mentioning her top-tier healing magic; she had the best talent but had allocated all her skill points to insignificant areas.
Her skills in housework, cooking, and miscellaneous tasks were honed to perfection, making it hard for anyone to tell whether she was a witch or a maid.
The worst part was… Yifu discovered she had mastered many spells to amuse children.
Magic like making a flower appear out of thin air, having a rock sing, or rearranging the stars into cute patterns for a brief moment.
All were spells for entertaining children…
What was terrifying upon deeper thought was that making a flower appear out of nowhere was, after all, the ability to create something from nothing.
Having a rock sing was akin to bestowing life upon an object.
And rearranging the stars… changing of the stars?
To be able to do such things, yet needing to amuse children in the process?
Without even thinking, Yifu knew whom this capable witch was trying to please.
That cunning little wolf.
It was a pity that Yifu was just a side character, and the adopted daughter was also an insatiable little wolf.
If she had realized this earlier, she wouldn’t be in such a dire situation now.
Just as Yifu lay in the cramped space lost in her thoughts, she suddenly heard what sounded like the noise of digging outside.
This immediately alerted her.
“This is… someone coming to rescue me?”
Yifu was overjoyed; although the witch’s constitution was like that of a superhuman, she still felt uncomfortable in this suffocating, dark, and damp environment.
It would be great if someone could save her, but another question arose for Yifu.
She had no relatives; the only person she somewhat knew in this world was that cunning little wolf.
Who would take the time to dig up her grave?
Moreover, the fact that Great Witch Yifu had been sentenced to hanging was widely known; anyone digging her grave would likely not do so with the intent to rescue her.
If the church knew Yifu was still alive, they would have been the first to dig her out and burn her to ashes.
Could it be…
“Tomb raiding?”
Yifu instinctively took a deep breath, but there was nothing worth stealing here.
However, there were rumors among humans that even if a witch’s body had died, it could remain intact for thousands of years, as if simply asleep.
Perhaps this was why no one had questioned whether she was truly dead after being buried.
Since there was nothing to gain from digging up Yifu’s grave, it became clear what the person outside was after…
In the worldview of the little phoenix, a beautiful witch who wouldn’t resist…
Yifu couldn’t imagine how comfortable that would be.
Bang!
Just as Yifu was lost in these thoughts, she heard a heavy object fall above her.
It seemed something had touched the lid of her coffin…
“Oh no, this is bad!”
