Traveling through a book
The sun was high in the sky, and the light that came down stung Yan Chan's tightly closed eyes.
Gradually, the feeling of dampness spread, the slapping sound became hazy, and she smelled a salty taste.
The sound was getting closer, louder, and clearer.
It was the waves. The moment I opened my eyes, the waves hit me in the face.
She was already at the junction of the beach and the sea, and any slightly larger wave could carry her away.
She had no strength, her body felt heavy, and her head was dizzy. This was not a good sign, she knew it.
Yan Chan turned over with difficulty, and his five fingers were stuck in the sand due to the force. The feeling of nails digging into the sand was not pleasant.
My eyes have been stung by the sun for too long and my vision is still blurry.
What is that... Yan Chan suddenly caught a glimpse of a raised piece of sand.
So she reached out and pulled it out.
It looks like... a conch?
She was caught off guard and was hit mercilessly by the waves again, and she accidentally scratched her fingertips with a conch.
Yan Chan took a deep breath, wiped his face, and just sat there, the sunlight shining on the sea level.
It’s so beautiful here, she couldn’t help but sigh in her heart.
If it weren't for that spoiler crab...
Yan Chan threw the crab away in pain, and it flew into the sea in a beautiful parabola.
There were people talking not far away, and Yan Chan vaguely heard the words Atlantis...jianghu people...turmoil.
The conversation ended with a sigh.
"Atlantis... Could it be?" Yan Chan's pupils shrank, and he suddenly got up, almost tripping while running.
But before she could catch up, a strange yet familiar word came into her ears. Yan Chan stopped and took a step back in disbelief.
Four conch shells, the key to Atlantis.
Away from the wet sand, she stood barefoot on the dry sand, and the scorching touch felt like her heart was being fried in oil.
She's traveled through a book!
She was wearing the novel she had just read the introduction to!
Others who traveled through books were familiar with the plot, but she only had a brief introduction.
Yan Chan turned around with a frown on his face, thinking as he walked, trying to unravel the introduction and get more useful information.
First of all, the male protagonist is called Wu Chunlai and the female protagonist is called Shi Guiyi.
The rest...there is nothing!!!
Very good, at least she knew the names of the male and female protagonists. Yan Chan put on a smile that was uglier than crying.
Oh no, there is also a supporting role, Guan Zheng.
Yan Chan narrowed her eyes slightly. She remembered the novel's tags: a soft spot for love, supernatural, and oriental fantasy...
The key point is the ending!
Is this fictional world capable of flying?! Thinking of this, her steps seemed to lighten a little, and Yan Chan opened her arms to embrace Luo Xia.
Yan Chan was eager to try it out, but a grunt broke her hopeful fantasy.
I lowered my head and rubbed my stomach, sighing. I still have to fill it up first.
When she came to a small house, Yan Chan subconsciously felt that this was her home, the home of her body.
As soon as she grasped the handrail of the wooden steps, a stream of unfamiliar memories rushed into her mind.
The owner of this body is called Yan Huaiqi. His parents died early, and he has been living in a remote fishing village. He is a little-known person in his daily life, so no one even noticed his suicide attempt this time.
Yan Chan was suddenly pulled out of consciousness, his breathing stagnated, and he fell backwards with a thud.
The crabs were frightened and ran away in all directions.
The sand beneath her body seemed like yesterday's hospital bed, and a moment of suffocation overwhelmed her.
But she quickly snapped out of it, gasping for breath in shock.
The feeling of being free disappeared, and she was gradually gaining control of this body. Yan Chan smiled subconsciously. She hadn't felt such a powerful feeling for a long time.
Before she came here, she had been bedridden for a long time and was so thin that she was just a bag of bones. She felt weak even after walking a few steps.
Yan Chan was grateful from the bottom of her heart for this opportunity to be reborn.
She walked quickly into the small conch-shaped house. There was very little furniture inside, and even little food left. But fortunately, she would not starve today.
Yan Chan silently encouraged herself in her heart that her life would definitely get better and better.
The clothes stuck to my body became particularly noticeable, and on the floor, the sand outlined one footprint after another.
She first cooked the meal, then washed herself, twisted her hair and looked at her reflection in the bronze mirror, which was very different from her original appearance.
Her skin is a little dark, but fortunately her facial features are deep, and if she grooms herself well, she can be considered good-looking.
Yan Chan frowned. Why did she feel that her appearance was a little...androgynous?
Wearing clean clothes, she raised her hands to grab her hair and tied it on top of her head. She looked around and looked like a handsome young man.
If she lets her hair down, she looks like a girl with a cold face.
Yan Chan stared at herself in the mirror silently, her clear eyes filled with a thoughtful look.
As night fell, Yan Chan lay on the bed that creaked every time she moved, with her hands behind her head, staring at the ceiling with eyes that were so bright that they were frightening.
She was both excited and scared. This world was too mysterious. Through Yan Huaiqi's memories, she saw how difficult life was.
As soon as the next morning comes, she will go find a job to earn some money to support herself.
Yan Chan forced herself to fall asleep, thinking it would be a difficult task. However, she changed her posture and lay down, and fell asleep in just a cup of tea.
The world in her dreams was even more bizarre. She saw an octopus bigger than the island, jellyfish flying in the sky, and talking carrots.
Finally she was awakened by a snake with a bloody mouth.
Yan Chan was still breathing heavily in shock, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down his neck into his clothes.
She looked out the window and saw that the moon was still high in the sky. Everything was so quiet that only the sound of breathing seemed particularly prominent.
It was a bit cold at the seaside at night. Yan Chan got up, closed the doors and windows, wrapped himself in the quilt and went back to sleep.
When she opened her eyes again, it was just dawn. She hadn't slept well for half the night, which made her feel a little tired.
Yan Chan took some water and washed quickly. The cold water splashed on her face, making her shiver. Perhaps she had caught a cold at night, as she sneezed several times in succession.
After dinner, she rushed to the nearby town. Yan Huaiqi didn't often go to the town, so few people knew her.
She went door to door asking if they needed help, but the answers she got were disappointing.
After an unknown amount of time, she stopped at a weapons shop. The shop had a small entrance, but the weapons inside were quite sharp.
Yan Chan looked at the sword closest to her curiously. The sword body was shining silver, and the blade was as sharp as a mirror. It lay there quietly.
"Do you like this sword?"
"I like it." Yan Chan answered without hesitation.
"One hundred taels of silver."
Hearing this, Yan Chan took a breath of cold air. How could someone with a temperature of 37 degrees Celsius say such cold words?
"I don't like it anymore." Yan Chan stared at the craftsman's eyes blankly.
He just chuckled and said, "I didn't intend to sell it to you. This sword was handed down from my master's master."
"The heirloom is only worth one hundred taels." Yan Chan muttered.
"What nonsense are you talking about, kid? I only told you a hundred taels because you can't even come up with a hundred taels." He patted Yan Chan's head, with just the right amount of force to confuse him without hurting his brain.
Yan Chan was not afraid of being weak either, and fell to the ground with a snap.
"Hey, kid, don't try to blackmail me!" He said as he jumped back a step, looking a little funny.
"Help me up, I feel a little dizzy." Yan Chan held his head, which was full of stars. Why were there two suns in the sky?
After drinking a glass of water, the cicadas let out a comfortable sigh.
The head craftsman wiped his sweat, glanced at Yan Chan cautiously, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he found that she was fine.
"I think you're too weak, you're dizzy already."
"Oh my, why do I feel dizzy again?" Yan Chan pretended to hold his head as if he was going to faint at the next moment.
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything." The craftsman muttered, "I'm really scared of you."
He sat opposite Yan Chan with his chin in his hand, and no one knew what was going on in his mind.
"Please teach me how to forge swords."
"Okay...wait, who should I teach? You?" The craftsman widened his already small eyes. "No!" he said firmly.
"Why?" Yan Chan asked puzzledly.
"You can't do this with your small body." After saying that, he showed his muscles to Yan Chan.
"How do you know I can't do it if you don't try?"
"No means no." He waved his hand, firmly disagreeing.
Seeing that he looked unmoved, Yan Chan was about to say something when he stood up and half-pushed her out the door.
When she was freed from her restraints, all that was left was a closed door and a small bag of silver in her hand.
Yan Chan turned her head unwillingly and looked at the closed door, determined that she would come again!
Before the sun set, she finally found a job that could barely support herself.
After returning home, Yan Chan tossed and turned in bed.
She felt that she was still too weak. She pinched the non-existent muscles on her body, but they were limp.
The next morning, before daybreak, Yan Chan squatted in horse stance in front of his house and vowed to start practicing hard from that day on.
Spring went and autumn came, day after day, Yan Chan never thought that she could persist for so long.
"Uncle Chen, good morning." Yan Chan waved at him.
The craftsman, or Uncle Chen as Yan Chan called him, held a piece of grass in his mouth. He raised his eyes and waved it casually, as if wiping sweat off his face. After all, he was busy sharpening a knife.
"So you can also forge swords." Yan Chan stretched his neck to look.
Uncle Chen snorted, "I know a lot." His arrogant look made Yan Chan tease him.
"You really don't plan to teach me how to forge swords?" She asked the question she had asked eight hundred times without giving up.
"I won't teach you." He said firmly without any hesitation.
"I've been training for a long time. Look, I have muscles!" After saying that, she showed Uncle Chen the results of her efforts over the past few months.
"Little chicken." Uncle Chen sneered disdainfully.
Yan Chan pretended to be heartbroken and took a step back, "You will definitely regret this." Then she left to go to work.
"Little drama queen." Uncle Chen chuckled. Unconsciously, he had become accustomed to Yan Chan's daily interruptions.
Thinking of this, he sharpened the knife even harder.
Compared to his master, he is actually best at forging knives, especially the kind of slender knives that can kill people.
A year passed like this, and after Yan Chan's constant persuasion, Uncle Chen finally agreed and said that she could do odd jobs on the side.
This is really great news for Yanchan.
She was so happy that she couldn't sleep all night, and went to work the next day with big dark circles under her eyes.
It was another Frost Descent, and the ground was covered with a layer of white snow. Yan Chan rubbed her hands and stepped into Uncle Chen's sword-making shop. She shook off the snowflakes that had fallen on her body and rubbed her stiff cheeks hard.
"It snowed so heavily this year." Uncle Chen poured two cups of hot water and placed them on the table.
"I heard that many people froze to death in the north."
"Isn't there a god drunk, Uncle Chen?" Yan Chan took a sip of the still steaming water.
"That stuff is so expensive, and you're addicted to it? You're a spendthrift, you spendthrift!" Uncle Chen glanced at him with disdain.
"When I make a lot of money, I'll buy a house full of immortal wines to honor you." Yan Chan said with a smile. She didn't know that this old greedy guy must have extra stock.
"It's really weird. I finally hear you speak like a human being this year." Uncle Chen laughed out loud.
Yan Chan snorted, held up his chin and looked at the heavy snow outside.
Through the window, thousands of miles away, in an exquisite attic, black boots stepped on the floor, making a pleasant sound.
"Mr. Crow, there is news about the Four Conchs." A masked man said in a low voice, and a hint of excitement could be heard from his tone.
"Fengdu?" The masked man turned sideways to look at his subordinate who was reporting with his head down.
"Go down." The masked man twirled his ring thoughtfully, then waved his robe and disappeared into the darkness.
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