She Came From Hell - Chapter 1

Shen Yilan was dead.

She died on her coming-of-age ceremony, surrounded by a chorus of insults, ridicule, and humiliation.

Her body was soaked in a mix of wine and bl00d, the red glaringly vivid, yet no one felt even a shred of guilt. Instead, they laughed with abandon.

When Shen Yilan died, her eyes were wide open. She stared at them—her family, her friends, her classmates, her best friend, and even the fiancé she was about to be engaged to.

She was pushed from the sixth floor. Her parents, her best friend, and her fiancé had conspired to kill her. Even in her final moments, she didn’t understand why.
She couldn’t comprehend why everyone had revealed such horrifying faces.

Her soul left her body, floating in the air as she watched the police arrive. She saw her lifeless body covered with a white sheet, later taken by mysterious people from the mortuary to a secluded research facility. For two years, they experimented on her body in vain, then discarded it in the wilderness.

The next day, another group arrived. She watched as her body was desecrated and thrown off a cliff.

Both groups of people were strangers to her. She had no idea who they were or why they wouldn’t leave her alone, even in death.

But Shen Yilan lived again. She returned to the beginning of everything—to when she was five years old.

This time, armed with memories of her past, she vowed to drag everyone who had ever hurt her down to hell.

“Xiaolan, your mom and dad are here to take you. When you get there, take care of yourself and be good, okay?” The old voice was full of warmth and concern.

The young Shen Yilan raised her head slightly, looking at her grandmother, who held her small hand.

Before the age of five, she had lived with her grandmother, the only person in the world who had ever truly loved her.

But in her previous life, her grandmother had passed away in a car accident when she was eight.

Thinking about this, Shen Yilan tightened her small hand around her grandmother’s warm one.

“Grandma, I don’t want to leave you,” Shen Yilan said, her voice tinged with a sob.

She didn’t want to part with her grandmother. She was terrified that, just like in her past life, her grandmother would leave her forever.

Her grandmother’s kind face softened as she crouched down to meet Shen Yilan’s gaze. Her gentle smile warmed Shen Yilan’s heart once again.

“Our Xiaolan has grown up now, hasn’t she? Grandma is old and can’t run around as much. But I promise, if I get the chance, I’ll come to G City to see you, okay?”

Shen Yilan stared silently at her grandmother, tears streaming down her cheeks. She threw her arms around her grandmother’s neck, burying her little head in the crook of her neck as she sobbed quietly.

Her grandmother assumed her granddaughter was just scared and reluctant to leave for the first time.

But Shen Yilan alone knew the truth—she was crying because she had the chance to see her grandmother again but was once more facing the pain of parting. A storm of joy, fear, and grievance swirled within her.

Her grandmother gently stroked her hair, her other hand patting her back in silent comfort.

“Mom, is Xiaolan’s luggage packed?” came a slightly anxious voice from outside the yard. It was Shen Yilan’s mother.

Hearing that voice, Shen Yilan’s eyes flickered, and a surge of hatred rose in her heart.

Her grandmother stood up, holding Shen Yilan’s hand and pulling along a small suitcase as they walked out.

“Yes, it’s all packed. Why are you in such a rush?” her grandmother asked with a hint of confusion.

Shen Yilan’s mother avoided her gaze, hiding her guilt behind a smile. “I have work to get to, so I’m in a bit of a hurry. Xiaolan, come get in the car. We need to go now. Mom, I’ll bring her back to visit when I have time.”

As she spoke, Shen Yilan’s mother stepped forward to take the suitcase from her grandmother and reached out to hold Shen Yilan’s hand.

Instinctively, Shen Yilan dodged her mother’s touch.

Her mother felt a little awkward but chalked it up to the fact that she had only seen her daughter a handful of times in five years, so she was still a stranger to the child.

Shen Yilan stared at her mother with a calm, emotionless gaze for a few seconds.

Then she turned to her grandmother and said, “Grandma, goodbye. Don’t forget to come see me.” She walked over to the car, opened the door, and climbed into the back seat by herself.

Her grandmother watched reluctantly as Shen Yilan got into the car. Only when the vehicle disappeared into the distance did she secretly wipe away her tears.