A near-death experience at the start
“Hiss…it hurts.”
A sharp pain came from the left wrist, mixed with a strong smell of blood, rushing straight into the nose.
Zhong Ling felt a strong sense of rejection and bouts of dizziness.
She struggled to open her eyes, her vision blurred by the steam and light. She could only vaguely see the white tiled wall, and... herself soaking in the bathtub. On her wrist, a wound was protruding outward, bleeding, dyeing the surrounding water red.
"What's going on? A 'near-death experience' at the beginning of a vacation?" Zhong Ling frowned, and the despair, pain and unwillingness belonging to another soul flooded into her mind like a tide.
The harsh words of the boss at work, the sarcastic words of colleagues, and the impatient face of the landlord...
"It's really... troublesome." She whispered to herself, her voice hoarse from just waking up.
Zhong Ling propped up her weak body, and with a slight movement of her mind, a green pill appeared out of thin air in her palm, emitting a faint fragrance.
Without any hesitation, Zhong Ling put the hemostatic pill into his mouth.
The pill melted in his mouth, and a gentle yet powerful warm current instantly rushed to his limbs and bones, finally converging at the wound on his left wrist.
A strange tingling sensation replaced the previous pain.
She looked down and saw that the wound, which was so deep that the bone could be seen, was healing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. The hideous flesh was shrinking inward and closing up, leaving only a light pink mark, without even a scar.
The feeling of rejection and dizziness in the body gradually eased, and strength was slowly returning.
Zhong Ling leaned against the edge of the cold bathtub, closed her eyes, and began to absorb the remaining memories of this body.
The original owner was also called Zhong Ling, a Shanghai migrant worker who couldn't be more ordinary.
In the office, the boss was accusing me with a sarcastic tone.
In the cubicle, several colleagues were whispering to each other, glancing over, speaking in sarcastic and undisguised sarcasm and exclusion, and making sarcastic remarks.
At the door of the rental house, the landlord, with a beer belly, was impatiently demanding payment of the rent, his words full of contempt.
The original owner had no friends, and the occasional messages that popped up on his phone were mostly about work or urgings.
Despair, depression, fatigue, unwillingness...all kinds of negative emotions piled up in the heart, almost drowning the original owner.
This girl's life is so frustrating.
Zhong Ling sighed in her heart, her fingertips unconsciously sliding across the new skin on her wrist.
“Boom boom boom!”
"Boom boom—boom boom!"
There was a sudden and violent knock on the door, which made the door panel tremble.
"Zhong Ling! Open the door! I know you are in there!"
A rough male voice roared outside the door, with a rude tone.
"You owe me rent and you're still hiding? Do you think I'm running a charity?"
"If you don't open the door, I'll kick it down!"
It’s the landlord in my memory.
A hint of coldness flashed across Zhong Ling's eyes, and she instinctively rejected this kind of trouble.
She slowly stood up from the bathtub, water dripping down her body. She casually grabbed the stiff towel next to her and wiped herself dry.
Then Zhong Ling picked out a relatively clean gray T-shirt and a pair of faded jeans from the clothes scattered at the bathroom door and put them on.
She moved slowly, as if the knock on the door had nothing to do with her.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Zhong Ling! Are you dead in there?!"
The landlord had obviously lost his patience and knocked on the door even harder.
Zhong Ling walked to the door and reached out to turn the doorknob.
The man outside the door was gathering his strength to bang on it, but suddenly the door opened and he stumbled and almost fell in.
The man was about fifty years old, with a Mediterranean hairstyle, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, a fat face, and a bad look in his eyes.
He steadied himself and was stunned for a moment when he saw Zhong Ling.
The girl in front of him was so pale that she was almost transparent, her hair sticking to her cheeks wetly, but her eyes were strangely calm, like a bottomless well, without the panic or fear he had expected.
This was completely different from the tenant who was usually timid and would subconsciously avoid him when he saw her.
"You...you finally came out?"
The landlord was a little frightened by her gaze, but remembering that he was there to collect a debt, he forced himself to be more assertive, with his hands on his hips and spit flying everywhere.
"Where's the rent? If you don't pay it today, you'll be kicked out!"
Zhong Ling didn't say anything, just looked at him quietly.
Her gaze was indifferent, but it seemed to carry an invisible pressure, causing the landlord's prepared words to get stuck in his throat.
The air around seemed to be stagnant.
The landlord felt as if he was being stared at by something scary, and a chill ran down his back for no apparent reason.
He stiffened his neck and shouted in a timid tone:
"What are you looking at? Paying back your debts is only natural!"
Zhong Ling finally spoke, her voice was soft and a little hoarse.
"I'll give you the money tomorrow."
Her tone was flat, no pleading, no explanation, just stating a fact.
The landlord was startled and subconsciously wanted to refute, but when he met those calm eyes, he couldn't say the words of rebuttal.
"tomorrow?"
He repeated it in a stammering voice, his momentum unconsciously weakening.
"Yes, tomorrow at noon."
Zhong Ling responded calmly and then added a sentence.
"Now, you can leave. Stop knocking on the door. It's noisy."
The landlord opened his mouth and felt that his anger was like a balloon that had been popped, deflated instantly.
He looked at the girl in front of him who seemed to have been reborn, muttering in his heart that it was weird, but his feet involuntarily took a step back.
"...Okay, I'll trust you just one last time! If I don't see the money by tomorrow afternoon, you'll be kicked out!"
After saying a few polite words, the landlord didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly turned around and went downstairs.
The footsteps pounded on the stairwell, with obvious haste.
Zhong Ling watched him disappear around the corner of the stairs and slowly closed the door.
The air was filled with the landlord's sweat odor, which was not pleasant.
Zhong Ling walked to the window and opened it.
The evening breeze blew away some of the foul air in the room.
Outside the window are densely packed old residential buildings. Is this where she goes on "vacation"?
The starting point seems a bit low.
However, since we are here, we should make the best of it.
The most urgent task is to solve the current troubles.
Rent, work...the original owner's mess.
Zhong Ling rubbed her eyebrows and felt a little headache. She needed some start-up capital and a quiet environment.
Consciousness sinks into the mustard seed space.
This space was photographed by her in an advanced world of immortal cultivation, and it is a world of its own.
Mountains and rivers, spiritual springs, spiritual plants, and the things she had accumulated from countless worlds, including various natural treasures, secret manuals of martial arts, rare and exotic toys...
Anything you take out is enough to live the life of a top rich man in this small world.
However, she came here for vacation, not to disrupt the balance of the world.
Be low-key.
Zhong Ling's gaze swept across the space and finally landed on a pile of shiny gold bricks in the corner.
Well, this one is more universal and relatively "ordinary". Just choose the smallest one for emergency use.
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