Unknown territory.
Liu Nian looked up at the sky, but it was pitch black and there wasn't a single ray of light in sight.
My consciousness was hazy, as if I were still hungover.
I mechanically took a few steps, only to belatedly realize that I was crossing a bridge.
To be precise, it is a somewhat old-fashioned bridge.
The bridge, paved with bluestone slabs, has seen countless people come and go, weathering the test of time.
A gray mist hung over both sides of the bridge, obscuring Liu Nian's view of the scenery below.
He looked around and saw that there were people in front of him and behind him, densely packed together.
Strangely, no matter how carefully he looked, he couldn't remember what other people looked like.
Perhaps the fog was too thick? Fog enveloped everyone's faces, making it seem like a dream.
The line was so long that Liu Nian had no idea where it would end.
The crowd staggered forward, and he mechanically moved forward with them.
I don't know how much time has passed, but the watch has long since disappeared.
There were only a few people left in line, and it was almost his turn.
Liu Nian was somewhat happy, but the waiting time annoyed him.
There was a wooden table at the bridgehead. The table looked old, but it was well maintained, and you could tell that its owner wiped it down often.
On it was a wooden bucket and a pile of porcelain bowls.
The wooden bucket, roughly the size of a water vat, contrasts sharply with the five porcelain bowls piled up.
An elegantly dressed woman stood behind a table, handing out drinks to people crossing the bridge one by one.
Each person gets a large bowl, and once they've finished drinking it all, they can cross the bridge.
Damn it, the wooden bucket was covered, and I couldn't see what kind of drink it was from so far away.
They're getting closer. Now there's only one person left in front of them. His back looks familiar, but I just can't remember what he looks like.
Is this a sign of dementia?
Liu Nian stared intently at the beautiful woman serving drinks; she had two dimples when she smiled, and she was incredibly pretty!
Oh no, it's her type! Liu Nian felt her heart racing.
Should I muster up the courage to ask for her phone number later?
As expected, an unexpected event occurred: a large hand grabbed his shoulder from behind.
"Wait, it's not your turn yet, come out here!" A voice suddenly rang out from behind, followed by a large hand grabbing Liu Nian's shoulder and roughly dragging him aside. The force on his shoulder was so great that he couldn't move.
Another person called out to the others to cross the bridge one by one.
"Why? It's almost my turn!" Liu Nian turned around and said angrily.
There were two people standing behind her, both a head taller than Liu Nian.
They were dressed like ancient yamen runners, and one of them still had his hand on Liu Nian's shoulder.
It was foggy, and Liu Nian couldn't make out their faces.
The two seemed to have no intention of answering Liu Nian, and suddenly withdrew the hands that were holding Liu Nian's shoulders.
Just as Liu Nian was about to ask another question, she felt a sharp pain in her buttocks and was then kicked off the bridge.
"Why are you talking so much? Get out of here!"
In the instant of the fall, Liu Nian seemed to hear that person say those words.
Before falling into the mist, Liu Nian vaguely noticed that the house had a bull's head, and then he fell into the mist under the bridge.
The bridge seemed to lead to an abyss, and Liu Nian felt as if the fall would never end.
The howling wind made it impossible for him to open his eyes, and his body gradually lost sensation. Liu Nian fainted in a daze.
It feels like something is rubbing against my face?
It feels cool and refreshing, and a little itchy!
"Stop fooling around." Liu Nian's head was spinning, thinking she was at home.
He waved his hand to brush the foreign objects off his face, turned over, and was about to go back to sleep.
It was no use. Even after Liu Nian lowered his hand, the creature that had been driven away still climbed onto Liu Nian and rubbed against his face.
This time, the feeling was even stronger, as if a light ballet was dancing on him.
This was truly intolerable! Liu Nian suddenly sat up and opened his eyes to see who was so reckless as to be so ignorant of their own mortality.
Startled by Liu Nian's actions, several ravens fluttered into the air.
Liu Nian almost got hit on the face by the raven's flapping wings, and the wind generated by the wings made him feel a little cold.
When the flock of ravens saw Liu Nian wake up, they all landed on Liu Nian's shoulder.
After getting a clear look at the creatures perched on his shoulder, Liu Nian reached out and patted their heads.
"Oh, it's Big Black!"
It was a false alarm!
The sky was still dark, and the remaining torches had long been extinguished by the wind.
After taking out a torch from the space and lighting it, he stood up only to find himself lying naked on the altar.
No wonder I felt a bit cold earlier!
All of my equipment has vanished?
Who played this prank?
This was a huge shock; Liu Nian broke out in a cold sweat looking at herself covered in blood.
Fortunately, the spatial ring was still there, and Liu Nian took out the only remaining equipment, the wolfskin cloak, from the space.
After calming down, Liu Nian decisively began to make plans.
At the age of thirty, one rarely experiences impotent rage; instead, one is more likely to carefully consider countermeasures.
Looks like I'll have to prepare some changes of clothes when I get back. I never thought I'd be in a situation where I'm practically naked.
After a self-deprecating laugh, I'll ignore everything else for now and just summon my creature!
Tiffany, vampire, Darth Vader, skeleton, demon child, ghoul.
Liu Nian looked at the line in front of her; the numbers were wrong!
Why is there only one Black Knight? Where is my ghost?
Upon opening the panel, the dark space was completely empty; all the undead summoned by the contract, except for the vampires, had disappeared.
Immediately afterwards, they discovered that the saddlebags had been destroyed, and all their items and crowns had been wiped out.
Most importantly, he had lost sight in one eye.
Because there's a banner below the attribute bar on the panel that reads: "Permanent Damage: Blindness in the Left Eye!"
You won't believe it until you see it, and what you find will shock you.
I was still in shock and didn't notice that.
Looking into the distance now, the field of vision is indeed much narrower.
After forcing myself to calm down, I continued reading.
However, it's not without its advantages. As compensation, there's an additional talent on the panel: Basic Slow Healing, and a permanent increase of one point each in Strength, Agility, and Constitution.
Basic Slow Healing: After being damaged, your health will slowly recover.
Strange things happen every year, but this year there seem to be more than usual!
After regaining consciousness, Liu Nian discovered that several mysteries remained unsolved.
My last memory was of committing suicide by corpse explosion, so how did I wake up lying on the altar?
With no answer, Liu Nian let her thoughts wander.
Was it blown over by a shockwave?
That's the only explanation, right? Otherwise, how can you explain surviving by a hair's breadth?
How could a zombie explosion of that scale possibly leave any survivors?
Holding the torch, he looked around. The altar was covered in blood, and only two men, who were still relatively intact, lay on it.
One was the young city lord He Xi, and the other was a man I didn't recognize.
Just as he was about to squat down and check their breathing, the young city lord suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
From his perspective, a human, who was not exactly naked but looked almost naked, was lewdly trying to touch him.
Subconsciously, he aimed his right handgun at the newcomer, and a cold voice came: "You'd better come up with a better reason?"
At that moment, the gun was only 0.01 centimeters away from my throat, but a quarter of an incense stick later, the owner of that gun would completely believe me.
Because the vampire was already draining his life force before he could!
In anguish, he could only put down his gun. Looking at the skeletons scattered on the ground, he tried to speak before bleeding to death: "Liu Nian?"
Fortunately, there was no extreme behavior, and the vampire stopped extracting life and threw the extracted life orb back to him.
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