The surroundings were shrouded in a gray haze, stretching as far as the eye could see.

Fucha wandered aimlessly along the road. The biting cold wind howled past, and Fucha involuntarily hugged her arms and shivered.

Lady Fucha looked around and found that this was a place she had never seen before. There were no flowers, trees, or buildings; it was like a desolate space, without heaven and earth, without day or night. Only ash drifted down slowly, and when she caught it in her hand, it immediately dissipated.

Feeling terrified, Lady Fucha had no choice but to run frantically. She ran for an unknown amount of time until she was completely exhausted. She bent over, her hands supporting her knees, panting heavily.

"Is anyone there? Where is this place?" Lady Fucha shouted loudly towards the front, her voice echoing far away. Terrified, Lady Fucha spun around in circles, realizing she hadn't gone far at all; she had run back to where she started. No… perhaps there was no direction here, no distance; no matter how far she ran, it was all the same…

Just when Fucha was about to despair, a figure vaguely appeared in front of her and stood there motionless, its appearance unclear.

Fucha struggled to see clearly and tentatively asked, "Who are you? Do you know where you are?"

The person didn't answer, so Lady Fucha decided to go up and ask anyway. When she got there, she saw it was just a back view. She couldn't wait to go up and pat the person on the shoulder.

Just then, Fucha stared at them, her body still but her head turned 360 degrees, her hair disheveled, facing Fucha.

Lady Fucha was so frightened that she fell to the ground, feeling weak all over and trembling uncontrollably.

Fucha retreated, shuffling her feet along the ground, holding her breath and afraid to make a sound. The person, however, flew towards her like a puppet, its hair billowing in the wind, allowing Fucha to finally see its face clearly. It wasn't a human at all, but a charred skull, its blackened bones stained with burnt flesh and blood, maggots crawling from its eye sockets. A pungent, nauseating stench assaulted Fucha's nostrils. She cried out "Ah!" and closed her eyes, waving her hands wildly.

"Go away...go away...help me, someone save me..." Lady Fucha cried out for help with all her might, but when she opened her eyes again, the person had disappeared. Lady Fucha got up crying, her legs trembling and unsteady, her back soaked with sweat, and she looked utterly disheveled.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew from behind, and Fucha was stunned. Her lower limbs seemed to be frozen, and she could not move her feet. A numbness started from her neck and went all the way to her heels.

Fucha slowly turned around, and there was a dark mass of charred human skeletons, their hands outstretched as if to pounce on her.

"Give me back my life...give me back my life..."

Countless voices merged into one repetitive emphasis, speaking repeatedly to Lady Fucha. Lady Fucha couldn't break free; her ankles were gripped tightly, some climbing up her waist, others already reaching her neck. Lady Fucha felt a sudden darkness engulf her, as if she had fallen into an abyss of insurmountable depths…

"Help...please let me go..."

Empress Fucha sat bolt upright in bed, her heart pounding wildly, her face covered in sweat, and her terrified eyes lingering for a long time. It was just a nightmare, thank goodness it was just a nightmare.

It turned out that the people in her dream were the vengeful ghosts who were burned to death in the Xin Zhe Ku that day, and they had all turned into vengeful spirits to take Fucha's life.

Lady Fucha burst into tears in fright. Facing the empty room, she had no one to talk to. Suddenly, whether it was the wind or something else, the window was blown against the door frame with a loud bang. Lady Fucha quickly hid under the covers, trembling, and covered her mouth, afraid to make a sound, lest her voice attract the evil spirits in her dreams.