Rebirth: Missing the Beloved

Seeing Du Mu Zhou's mud-like appearance, Du Ruanyu stopped laughing, "Give the order to find ten wooden nails and nail Du Mu Zhou to death here. Then seal this dungeon for me. I want her to never reincarnate."

Du Mu Zhou gathered his last bit of strength and raised his head, "Why are you torturing me like this?"

Du Ruanyu, who was already planning to leave, turned around. "Why? You have occupied the position of a direct descendant for so many years, and even stole my Imperial Wind Sword, so you always wanted to be stronger than me. If my father had not said that you still had some use and wanted you to pave the way for us, you would have died long ago. Today, I am only taking back what belongs to me! "

Father, even father plotted against her.

As Du Ruanyu saw the servant bring the wooden nail, a raging smile appeared in the corner of her eyes.

Screams of pain cut through the night like bloodthirsty demons piercing the heavens.

"Du Ruanyu and Mu Yufeng will die a horrible death!"

Du Mu Zhou let out a final howl of despair, feeling his blood seeping through the wooden nails.

Mother, you once said that I was short on wood and gave me a name, the wooden boat.

That's right!

His vision sunk into darkness, pain engulfed his entire body, and Du Mu Zhou lost his last bit of consciousness.

"Clang, clang, clang …" There was a wave of noise.

Du Mu Zhou felt a splitting headache and also felt his stomach churn.

"Ugh!" With a wave of nausea, Du Mu Zhou suddenly opened his eyes and spat out a lump of filth that splattered onto the servant girl beside him, Ling Long.

"Coachman, stop the car, I need to clean up."

"Miss, are you all right?" The maid, Jian Jia, took out a handkerchief and wiped the corner of her mouth. Her eyes were slightly red.

Du Mu Zhou stared blankly at the roof of the carriage, but he couldn't recover his wits.

Wasn't she dead? He was nailed to the cold dungeon.

Was he dreaming?

However, why was the dream so clear? Even the feeling of nausea and vomiting was so vivid.

The coachman was forced to stop, and Linglong got out of the carriage, muttering curses.

Only then did Du Mu Zhou become somewhat more clear-headed. She turned her head and saw a pair of familiar eyes, clean and clear.

She hadn't seen such eyes in years.

"Jian Jia?" As if she couldn't believe it, but was afraid of breaking this beautiful illusion, she even carefully called out this name.

Jian Jia's slightly red eyes were filled with worry, "Miss, do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Would you like some water? "

Only when he sensed the familiar aura from the person beside him did he truly confirm that she wasn't dead.

It was because the day before she was her age, Jian Jia was executed by the Second Madam.

She looked at Jian Jia's innocent face as if she was in another world. Could it be that everything that happened to him was just a dream?

But how could such a heart-wrenching pain be a dream?

Du Mu Zhou pulled up his sleeves and saw the terrifying scar on his arm. His heart suddenly trembled.

There, she saw a very shallow red mark where the wooden nail had been nailed.

Jian Jia felt the cold sweat all over Du Mu Zhou's body, and thought that she saw his scar again. She quickly reached out and pulled Du Mu Zhou's sleeve to cover it up.