It’s noisy, so noisy.

Is the underworld so noisy? Why can't we find peace even after death?

Yu Zhi frowned and slowly opened her eyes amid the noise.

What greeted them was not the gloomy environment or wandering ghosts as imagined, but a group of people.

A group of people dressed strangely and staring at him.

Are the people in the underworld so open-minded? Why are some people's clothes torn into pieces? Yu Zhi thought to herself.

"Zhizhi, how do you feel, Zhizhi?"

The speaker was a red-haired woman who was probably the best dressed of the group.

Yu Zhi looked at her, a little curious about how the red wig was made. The craftsmen in their troupe couldn't make it so natural.

"Yu Zhi, I just said a few words to you, is it really that serious?"

The sound was so sweet that even if you ignored the content, it was still a bit harsh. Yu Zhi looked over in the direction of the sound.

The girl was probably no more than twenty years old, but she was dressed in a way she had never seen before. The skirt barely covered her hips, and the top had even less fabric, exposing her entire abdomen. There was a shining jewel at her belly button.

But this is obviously not her biggest concern now.

take things too hard...

Almost at the same time the girl said it, Yu Zhi felt the pain in her hand.

The fair wrist was now covered with an extremely hideous wound. Although the bleeding had stopped, it was still obvious how cruelly the owner of the wound had cut it.

Am I not dead? Why would I feel pain if I am dead?

wrong.

This is not my hand.

When Yu Zhi was ten years old, she accidentally knocked over a can of hot soup, and the entire can of soup spilled onto the back of her hand, leaving a scar as big as her thumb.

But the hand in front of him was unusually white, without even a scratch or a scar.

Didn’t the incident happen in the opera troupe’s kitchen? If I’m not in the underworld right now, then where am I?

No one in the room dared to speak, and they all stared at the confused girl in front of them. Even the girl who had just spoken fell silent after being reminded by the people next to her.

After a long time, Yu Zhi looked up and asked the only woman in front of her who cared about her: "What year is it now?"

The woman seemed a little confused, but she answered truthfully: "2022, Zhizhi, are you feeling unwell?"

2022, how could it be 2022.

She was born in the 13th year of the Republic of China and was only 18 years old when the accident happened. How could it be 2022?

Yu Zhi confirmed that she didn't have any memory loss, so the only possible explanation was...

She traveled to another time and space, an advanced and completely unknown time and space.

There are no masters or troupes here, and probably no rule of not paying for someone's death by crushing them.

But there is no...senior brother.

Her heart suddenly ached, and Yu Zhi forced herself to stop thinking.

The people around her seemed relieved to see her speak again, and then started to make noise again.

A man in a hat interrupted the crowd and asked, "Yu Zhi, can you still record the next show?"

Yu Zhi looked over in confusion, but the next second she felt the woman in front of her getting anxious: "Yes, yes, Director Zhang, our Zhizhi can record it."

"Okay, then let's all leave. You'll be on stage in ten minutes. Get ready."

Then he turned around and left the room without even looking at her.

The others also walked out slowly at his command. Yu Zhi guessed that this man should be at least an officer or something like that, otherwise how could he speak so effectively.

In an instant, only Yu Zhi and the woman in front of her were left in the space. After closing the door, she sat on the chair in front of her, holding Yu Zhi's bandaged hand, and said with some concern: "Zhizhi, what's wrong with you? Tell Sister Yu."

Yu Zhi has always been a first-rate judge of people, and she can naturally tell that the person in front of her genuinely cares about her.

Pursing her lips, Yu Zhi said, "I don't remember."

"You don't remember?" The woman was puzzled. "What do you not remember?"

"I don't remember anything."

Yu Zhi couldn't give her a very detailed explanation. Firstly, this matter was too unbelievable. Secondly, she couldn't even see her own situation clearly now, so she didn't know where to start if she wanted to explain.

The person who called herself Sister Yu was stunned for a full minute, then sighed. It seemed that she attributed the amnesia to the consequences of suffering a major blow.

She touched Yu Zhi's head and said with a little heartache: "Silly child, let's not compete anymore, let's go home."

Yu Zhi didn't raise any objections. Going home was indeed the best option for her. However, she couldn't help but worry about what the man had said. "Sister Yu, what's the show?"

Sister Yu had already begun to clear the items off the table. Upon hearing this, she replied directly, "Today should be the First Impressions stage, but after what happened, your safety is more important. We won't be going on the show."

Although Yu Zhi didn't understand what the "First Impression Stage" meant, she remembered that in the past, if a troupe accepted a job and then didn't perform halfway, they would have to pay ten times the deposit as compensation, so she subconsciously asked, "Doesn't that mean they have to pay compensation?"

Sister Yu thought she was concerned about the penalty, so she pretended to be relaxed and replied, "It's okay, I'll pay for it, so you don't have to worry about it. Just focus on healing your injuries, I..."

"I'll go." Yu Zhi interrupted her.

"Zhizhi," Sister Yu felt even more distressed: "Don't force it."

"No need to force it, I can do it." The girl replied.

I don’t know why, but even though his face was still the same as before, Sister Yu saw a determination that she had never seen before.

But no matter what, this is exactly what she has always wanted to see.

Hugging the girl in front of her tightly, she inexplicably felt that she should give her more trust.