1 Battered Revival

Choo-choo… choo-choo…

The train passed through the tunnel as the howling wind whirled past.

Suddenly, Song Ye opened her eyes; and the blinding light hit her eyes. The train shook as it passed the train tracks, causing her to feel uneasy.

She was clearly at the bottom of the sea before she fainted, but why did she end up here after the huge explosion?

"Hiss…" She raised her hand and rubbed her aching head. Then, she was taken aback again. She did not care that her head was giddy… as she looked at her pair of hands shockingly.

During the explosion underwater, she clearly remembered that her hands had been blown off. Right now, the hands in front of her were as good as before and were quite small. That was right. To someone close to thirty and had been a murderer that had encountered countless bloodshed and torture, this pair of hands in front of her was vastly different from the one in her memory.

Facing this pair of hands, it looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Suddenly, she felt that there was something amiss so she raised her hand to touch her face. The petite bone structure and her young and bouncy skin made her heart skip a beat.

This was not her!

Song Ye's eyebrows furrowed, and her cold gaze surveyed her surroundings.

Initially, she thought that the organization had sent her to the train, but upon closer inspection, she realized her surroundings were very different.

This train structure was old, and all the chairs were made out of wood like the past. The passengers looked rustic, and there were cartoons about praising the country on the walls of the train. The date was…

Song Ye's eyes widened in shock and suddenly stood up, staring straight at the date on the poster.

XX date, XX month, XX year; was this not fifteen years ago?

As things happened too quickly, her head whirred again. She could only stand stably when she leaned against the train carriage. She looked down and locked her vision on an army green bag. The contents of the bag were thrown all over the floor in a mess, but the printing on the school badge was very visible to the eye.

Third Grade, Class Five; Song Ye.

At this moment, Song Ye was completely stunned.

"Hey, Song Ye! Who allowed you to stand up? Squat back down!" In her shock, there was suddenly a sickening voice that sounded at her ear. Moreover, the tone used was very arrogant.

Song Ye looked towards the direction of the voice and saw three girls who had walked over some time ago. They were wearing a cotton flowery skirt, and they looked rustic until the point they were ugly. These few people's presences directly confirmed Song Ye's guesses.

Tang Meiling, Zhu Shan, and Zheng Feng were known as the beauty trio in the third grade. In Song Ye's limited schooling journey, they played a vital role in it. Of course, they were a negative influence.

Song Ye remembered that she had not seen or heard the trio for a whole fifteen years.

It also meant that at this point in time, her current location was on the train of the graduation trip fifteen years ago, which was also the turning point of her life.

Heaven threw a huge joke on her, making her suffer endlessly for thirty years. After she died at the bottom of the ocean, He made time go back to fifteen years ago. Was this to let her reminisce about the past or make another choice?

She squinted her eyes slightly, and there was coldness in her gaze. No matter if this was a dream or reality—redoing this, she would no longer be the previous cowardly Song Ye.

"Oi, Song Ye! Are you deaf? I told you to squat. Don't get in our way. Do you hear me?" When she saw Song Ye standing there and not moving, Tang Meiling's face darkened, and her sharp voice pierced through the air in the train carriage.

The surrounding passengers ignored the children's bickering and were sleeping haphazardly. Occasionally, a few of them would open their eyes, but they were all just watching a show.

Song Ye recovered her senses, and her cold eyes landed on the trio's faces. If she did not remember wrongly, Tang Meiling and the other two had long planned to mess with her during this third-grade graduation trip. They had scolded and beaten her up for the whole trip; when they got in the car, they directly chased her to the back to squat down and get mocked by other people. This then caused her to get off the car late, break off from the group, and be captured by criminals; disappearing completely from school.

When Song Ye thought about how these fifteen- and sixteen-year-old children caused her life to turn upside down because of their small antics, her gaze became even colder.

Tang Meiling felt a chill down her spine from her stare and could not help but to be frightened. However, Tang Meiling was arrogant by birth, which allowed her to calm down and continue to raise her nose and holler. "Retract your disgusting gaze. Song Ye, if you don't listen to us obediently, you'll get it from us back in school." There was still a school term leading up to the examinations so she could guarantee that Song Ye would die a few times over.

If it were Song Ye fifteen years ago, she would long be frightened until her legs went jelly and listen to her without dignity. However, it was a pity that the person standing in front of them was Song Ye who had been a murderer for fifteen years and would kill people without blinking. This threat meant nothing to her.

If they wanted to play, then she would play with them.

There was a flash in her eyes. Song Ye turned around and hid into the toilet beside her as if she ran away in fear.

The trio opposite her was taken aback and started giggling. Tang Meiling broke into a smile and sashayed over. "You still dare to run? Today, I'll let you see what it means to call for help but to no avail. Go, get her out of there."

All the students at this age would think of themselves as the big boss, and only by bullying weak children like Song Ye could satisfy their materialistic desires. Tang Meiling was overflowing with confidence.

However, at the next second, as she stood in front of the toilet door; the train traveled through the tunnel. It was pitch black in front of her. She extended her hand to pull open the door, but her hand could not hold onto anything, taking her by surprise. Suddenly, there was a mysterious strength in the dark that pulled her in; not only her, but even Zhu Shan and Zheng Feng were dragged into the toilet.

Before the three of them could react—Piak! Piak! Something kept hitting their heads, making them call out in agony. "Ah, it hurts! What's that? Please stop. Ah…"

However, no matter how much they screamed, the tunnel noise still covered this commotion; and their head swelled up. In the narrow toilet, the three of them were hurling around in pain; they either stepped on one another's legs or hit one another's heads. When they were about to leave the tunnel, the three of them were hit unconscious.

Song Ye came out of the toilet and conveniently rolled a book up and squeezed it at the door handle before turning around calmly and casually throwing the wooden ladle in her hand. This was something used to scoop water in the toilet, and yet it could be used so efficiently. She only exercised for a while, but she felt the ache in her wrist and was thinking about going back to strengthening her body. These strength and fighting skills she had were worlds apart from her previous life.

Even though she did not want to continue being a puppet murderer, Song Ye knew that this world was dark and she could only count on herself.

Looking at the view passing by outside, Song Ye's cold voice broke out into a smile.

Since she could control her fate once again—this time, she would never give in.