C1 Demon Instructor Crystal Coffin
Late summer, early fall, 1928.
At eleven o'clock on a chilly night in the city, the atmosphere was tense. In the heart of the bustling district, a lavish dance hall concealed an underground black market auction four floors below.
The surroundings were eerily quiet, and the dim lighting seemed intentionally unsettling. Suddenly, a spotlight illuminated the center stage, revealing a stunning crystal coffin.
Yes, a crystal coffin—meant for the dead. The audience held their breath, craning their necks for a better look.
Someone shouted, "Is there a person inside? Dead or alive?"
"Wow, it's a girl, and she's a real looker."
"Look at that face, her skin's so smooth and fair, and that figure... She's just draped in a piece of sheer fabric, waiting for someone to uncover her."
"Man, I can't take it. She's driving me crazy."
"Come on, auctioneer, start the bidding!"
Finally, the room erupted with the excited shouts of drunken men. Their leering faces and the raucous laughter of their scantily clad companions created a nauseating scene.
These men were like wolves eyeing a piece of irresistible fresh meat, their faces twisted with lust and anticipation, all eyes fixed on the crystal coffin.
Inside the coffin lay a young girl, draped in a thin veil. Her long eyelashes rested gently on her cheeks, her skin as delicate as a newborn's, exuding innocence and ethereal beauty.
She was truly beautiful, breathtakingly so, captivating everyone in the room. The men's greedy shouts only intensified the unsettling atmosphere.
The young woman opened her eyes slowly.
“Wow, those eyes, they're enchanting!”
“So mesmerizing, she must be a reincarnation of some mythical creature. Those eyes look just like a fox's.”
In the instant she opened her eyes, the allure in them turned cold before anyone could take a closer look.
Her gaze was icy, devoid of warmth, and as her lips parted, she scoffed, “Damn it, have I ended up in the underworld?”
Ye Yuvyuv tried to move her neck, her eyes shifting as memories of her last moments flashed before her.
She had died saving someone, and not just anyone, but the very demon of a commanding officer who always seemed ready to stab her in the back.
Yes, she had foolishly saved that devil of a man.
The next day was supposed to be the inauguration ceremony, marking his rise as the youngest general in the country.
Who would have thought that enemy agents would infiltrate his office just as she was delivering documents for him to sign?
The door burst open, and someone started spraying bullets with a submachine gun.
Then, in a tragic twist, she instinctively acted on her military training, stupidly shielding the man and getting riddled with bullets.
It was a disaster, an injustice, and she regretted it.
Who was Ye Yuvyuv? A self-centered woman who lived for her own amusement, never caring about others' lives.
Her life had been a mess, causing trouble for her family, and eventually, she ended up like a stray dog, wandering the streets, hoping to get hit by a car.
But that demon of an officer found her and tossed her into a secret military base.
She wanted to die, to atone for her sins.
But that bastard of a man said, “You can die, but first, pay off the debts of your sister, your father, and your whole family. You've caused so much trouble, and you think you can face them in the afterlife without settling the score?”
She was furious. "When did my sister, my dad, or my whole family ever owe anyone anything? Who do you say we owe?"
The man replied, "You owe me. I avenged your family, and now your life belongs to me. From now on, you'll repay the debt for your family."
What a load of nonsense.
Ye Yuvyuv regretted ever saving such a jerk.
Wait!
Ye Yuvyuv, filled with anger, suddenly locked eyes with a man in a deep blue military uniform standing on a high platform. His gaze was as cold and dark as the night.
With a swift motion, Ye Yuvyuv slapped her hand on the crystal coffin and pointed directly at the man on the platform. "Huo Lingxiao, you owe me a life now—give it back!"
