Xu Xiyan

Pain. Searing pain. It felt as if her head was being split open, her body was trembling non-stop, and she was feeling sick to the stomach.

The pain lasted for a few minutes before it slowly eased, and Xu Xiyan could control her body again.

She sat up hurriedly, her forhead covered with cold sweat and her hair stuck to face as she hissed from pain.

She looked around her to discover she has been washed ashore on an island for a while.

Ten year old Xu Xiyan looked around her in silence. Her dark eyes were cold but sad.

Her entire family has just been wiped out right in front of her and she was left all alone in the world but she didn't shed a single tear.

She knew crying and panicking would not help in this situation. She swore to get revenge for her parents, grandpa, uncles, aunts, cousins and everyone else who died.

Rather than waste time on the shores, she chose a small path that only required climbing over a mountain.

The hibernating animals, including snakes, woke up as soon as spring arrived.

Xu Xiyan picked up a branch as thick as two fingers. It was to guard against snakes and any other dangers. She had not been frightened of snakes since she was a child.

When alone, she would be better off possessing a defensive weapon.

The flowers on the mountain were blooming. While walking on the path in the mountain, Xu Xiyan found that the birches had blocked the spring sun.

As she walked further, she could see the wire fence meandering along the ridge.

The wire fence was built by the military unit stationed deep in the mountain. It was to prevent ordinary people from entering the restricted areas.

When she was halfway up the mountain, Xu Xiyan heard the rustling of leaves. Someone else was also walking in this mountain.

Xu Xiyan panicked for no reason. Out of instinct, she completely hid herself under a tree.

Xu Xiyan slightly pulled open the bush in front of her. She saw three men she had never met before. They were carrying a box on their shoulders. It seemed like they were searching for something.

"Damn it! The roads are jagged and rocky" said a man who was around 24 or 25 years old and was the shortest of the three of them. Carefully, he unloaded the object from his shoulder and leaned it against a tree. "We have to climb over the mountain."

The tallest man was probably tired from walking. He leaned against a birch to rest. "Take a break. F*ck it! We have been walking in this deep and remote mountain for a couple of days. If we can't get what we want, let's just go down the mountain, find a rural family, and get something to eat."

"Tut. Do that if you are not afraid to die." said the second-tallest but the strongest man coldly. He had a pair of gloomy eyes. He fumbled around in his chest and took out a cigarette. He sniffed it beneath his nose and put it back into the cigarette box. "Let's go. Upwards."

"We need to report the activities of the flaming squad to headquaters"

Obviously, he was the leader of this gang. As soon as he gave the order, the other two men packed their things and moved right away.