Chapter 2: Dug Up
Just when Yifu thought she was going to be dug up and turned into the Witch Fiji Cup, a blinding light made it impossible for her to open her eyes.
Though the source of the light was just a small, dim kerosene lamp, Yifu hadn’t been exposed to bright light for a long time, and it wasn’t pleasant at all.
It was obvious that the guy who dug her up wasn’t feeling great either after seeing her instinctively block her eyes with her arm.
After all, the rumors stated that Yifu had already been hanged by the Church, and the thought of her still being alive was horrifying enough.
Once Yifu’s eyes adjusted to the changes in the surrounding light, she realized it was deep night. Thankfully, it was evening—if she had been dug up in broad daylight, Yifu felt she would have directly turned to ashes on the spot.
No wonder the monsters in those novels fear sunlight; for them, who have been in a dark environment for a long time, exposure to sunlight may not bring the kiss of sunlight but might instead deliver a slap.
“Are you a human or a ghost?”
Just as Yifu sat up slowly from the coffin, she noticed a muddy little girl, who was evidently the one who dug her out.
The girl trembled as she held the kerosene lamp, her pretty little face, stained with dirt, was pale with fright, resembling snow.
Yifu looked at the girl, feeling a sense of familiarity, as if she had seen her somewhere before.
“Y-you shouldn’t come near! You’ve been dead for almost two years! How are you still alive?”
The little girl grabbed the shovel in her hands and held it up in front of herself, trying to use it to stop Yifu.
But Yifu didn’t say anything; she simply gazed at her quietly, not uttering a word.
There was no discernible expression on her delicate face, and under the dim light, she did exude a somewhat chilling vibe.
It wasn’t that Yifu was deliberately keeping silent to appear powerful; it was just that she hadn’t spoken for so long. If she could mutter “Abba Abba” when she finally spoke, that would be good enough.
However, what surprised her even more was… she had actually been dead for two years?
This meant that after she passed out during that hanging, waking up was already nearly two years later?
If that were the case, the Cunning Little Wolf should be about ten or almost eleven years old now, and according to the original story’s mainline, it would be the second year after she became the Holy Maiden.
Also, this was the time when the protagonist, Long Aotian, began to use her in the later stages; after this period, he would no longer need to rely on the Church’s resources, meaning this poor Cunning Little Wolf would be kicked aside.
In other words, it wouldn’t be long before Yifu could witness the fall of the Cunning Little Wolf with her own eyes.
She seemed to understand why she had been dug up at this moment, and she also felt a bit curious about the little girl who had unearthed her.
On such a late, dark night, this girl seemed deathly afraid of ghosts. Why would she come to dig up Yifu?
“What do you mean by digging me up in the middle of the night?”
Yifu initially intended to ask this little girl kindly what her purpose was for digging her up.
However, since she hadn’t spoken in a long time, combined with a somewhat hoarse and serious voice, the girl, who was already under great emotional pressure, fainted in fright at once.
At that moment, Yifu truly resembled a fierce witch.
Especially given the scary atmosphere, if the roles were reversed, Yifu would likely scare herself into fainting as well.
“Hey, what’s wrong with you?”
Yifu looked at the girl on the ground, who had even rolled her eyes back, feeling quite helpless.
She wished she could slap herself; if this girl got frightened into some condition, she wouldn’t be able to take responsibility.
However, the weather didn’t cooperate and began to drizzle lightly.
Having no choice, Yifu thought of taking her to a deserted little hut beside the cemetery.
The little hut was in disarray, seeming to be the residence of a former gravekeeper, but judging by the thick layer of dust, it appeared no one had lived there for a long time.
Yifu, being someone with full domestic skills, quickly tidied up the little hut, making it clean.
She laid the little girl on the bed and found her drenched all over, with mud splattered everywhere, looking as though she had been caught in the rain for a while.
After helping her dry off a bit, Yifu was surprised to find that this little girl was indeed beautiful.
She recognized who she was; while Yifu was still determined to be a good person and shed her witch identity, this little girl was someone she often took care of.
Her name was Leia, a girl without family—though young, she was very independent and incredibly gifted, ranking among the best in magic among humans.
Unfortunately, before meeting Yifu, she still had to rely on begging to solve her basic needs, let alone showcasing her talents.
Yifu had helped her, supporting her to attend the magic academy founded by the Church and occasionally providing her with some assistance.
In truth, for the kind-hearted Yifu, this was nothing unusual; she had helped over a dozen children like this in her memory.
Leia was merely one of them.
So Yifu was very surprised that after her “death” for two years, she would come here in the dead of night to dig up her grave.
Clearly terrified, her petite body shook as if it were a leaf.
But as Yifu rearranged the muddy skirt covering her, she felt a small box of pills in the pocket.
When Yifu saw the pills, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes instinctively.
“Poison? Why would she have poison in her pocket?”
