Ni Jing felt a pair of rough, large hands check her breath and then touch her forehead.
Feeling the warmth and lifelike touch sent a chill down Ni Jing's spine, and she dared not move an inch.
She forcefully pressed her tongue against the ground, suppressing the urge to scream.
Then I heard a woman's voice, as if she was calling the children out of the room.
Once all the noise around her had stopped, Ni Jing cautiously opened one eye and looked around.
Although the room was low and poorly lit, Ni Jing was still able to see her surroundings clearly.
The room was completely bare except for a wooden cabinet with a missing leg, propped up with stones, which looked like a wardrobe, and the hard, uncomfortable bed beneath her.
Calling it a bed is too kind; I was clearly lying on a wooden board, covered with a tattered thin quilt.
He reached out and squeezed it, and the familiar, hard yet slightly damp sensation flooded his mind.
The question I had while groping for my pillow in my drowsy state has now been answered.
Just as Ni Jing was about to get up and take a closer look, a throbbing pain struck her head. She clutched her head with both hands and couldn't help but let out a soft cry.
A memory that didn't belong to her surged into her mind like a tidal wave.
At the same time, a buzzing sound of signal interference rang in my mind.
(Does this need to be bound to the system?)
Just as Ni Jing was filled with doubt and surprise, a mechanical voice suddenly rang out out of nowhere.
Ni Jing looked around frantically, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from.
However, the room was so small that, apart from a crippled wooden cabinet, there was only a wooden bed.
It's simply impossible if someone is hiding.
(Does this need to be bound to the system?)
Whether it was Ni Jing's imagination or not, there was a hint of impatience in the mechanical voice during this second inquiry.
Ni Jing wondered if her presence in this unfamiliar place, where she had just been sleeping on the large, soft bed in her newly purchased studio apartment, was related to the mechanical voice.
She realized just now that this body wasn't her original body.
If she's here now, then was she dead or alive before?
And this so-called system, is it the kind of system I often saw in books before?
As I thought this, my mind started wandering.
(Stop thinking about it, it's exactly what you're thinking! Your original body is dead!)
The mechanical voice seemed to be full of resentment, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction and irritation.
Although Ni Jing thought that way just now, she still held onto a sliver of hope.
Hearing this from the mechanical voice, his eyes widened in surprise.
"Who are you? Why am I here? I was perfectly fine before, why did I die?"
After being bombarded with three questions, Ni Jing couldn't help but blurt out the answer.
Upon hearing Ni Jing's questioning, the mechanical voice couldn't help but swear.
(What a load of crap! With your lazy body and all that junk food you ate every day, sometimes starving and sometimes overeating, wasn't it predictable that you'd die young?)
As soon as those words were spoken, the crackling signal interference suddenly intensified.
Forehead……
Ni Jing opened her mouth to the profanity of the mechanical sonic boom, but didn't know what to say.
She suddenly realized that what it said made a lot of sense, and she couldn't refute it.
(Does the target person want to be bound to the system? Third confirmation. If the target person decides to abandon the binding, the process ends...buzz...ten...nine...buzz...seven...five...buzz...)
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