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Day 1 of the journey.
Looking for the head.
"Where...is this...?"
A fierce wind arose, and lightning flashed.
"...And who am I?"
Electricity pierced through the cracks in the earthen wall and into the house, instantly dispelling the darkness and illuminating everything inside—the blood splattered on the walls, the corpse lying on the floor. This was no ordinary corpse.
Boom!
A dark purple thunderbolt cleaved through the night.
"Cough cough—"
The faint cough was drowned out by the thunder.
The corpse suddenly opened its mouth and spat out a semi-congealed blood clot.
Thick blood clots mixed with saliva clung to the side of his face. Fresh air rushed into his mouth, and his lips and tongue, dulled by the stench of blood, finally felt a slight coolness. As the intense suffocation subsided, the corpse emitted a sound again: "Heh heh..."
"...I am...Zhang Yang?"
These two words were like triggering a switch, and in an instant, countless fragmented images flooded into my mind—a bustling lantern festival, noisy crowds, chaotic screams, trampling and... a knife slitting throats?
knife?
Throat?
The combination of the two words sent shivers down her spine.
Boom!
Another clap of thunder.
A thunderclap seemed to explode in my ears, and my light, floating soul gained weight in that instant, plummeting downwards uncontrollably.
Zhang Yang regained full consciousness.
The electric light that pierced through the crack fell right on her eyelids, illuminating a blood-smeared face and allowing her to see her surroundings.
She was somewhat bewildered.
"...If I'm not in the ICU, I should be in the morgue."
Instead of lying on the floor of a dilapidated mud house.
She instinctively tightened her core and sat up, but her head didn't follow suit. Not only did she fall backward strangely, but her nose hit her back, and her head swayed unsteadily due to inertia.
Zhang Yang: "..."
She knew she was panicking, but now was not the time to panic.
"Calm down...don't panic, you can use your hands..."
Before she could finish trying to comfort herself, the only connection between her neck and head snapped under the strain, and her head slammed to the ground with a thud, rolling several meters to the sound of thunder. The words she was about to say were silently swallowed back down her throat.
Humans cannot, or at least should not...
At the same time, a left hand appears, grabbing wildly on the ground; a right hand grabs the left ankle and gropes the calf; two legs attempt to sit up but fail; and a torso stands quietly with its back straight beside the head.
She was so anxious that her tongue was tied in knots.
"No, don't panic!"
Take a deep breath and try to calm yourself down.
With eyes to guide it, the hands, which had been crawling erratically on the ground, finally managed to catch the two untamed legs after overcoming numerous difficulties and pushed them to the torso and head. Finding the scattered parts, the hands then groped around and hugged the head, trying to put it back in its original position.
Snap!
His vision dropped, and his head hit the ground a second time.
Practice makes perfect, and the bizarre situation actually helped her cool down and calm down quickly. She remained in the position with half her face pressed against the sticky, foul-smelling ground, lost in thought.
Or should we call the police first?
Inform them that the body in the morgue has been stolen?
Damn it, there are still perverts with a dismemberment fetish these days!
With his view obstructed, Zhang Yang could only follow his memory, directing his hands to grope his body haphazardly. As he groped, his previously hurried fingers gradually stopped, and he visibly began to panic and feel embarrassed.
The clothes feel wrong!
They could comfort themselves by saying that the hospital had given them a new hospital gown.
However, the body curvature is also incorrect!
Surely the hospital can't perform a head transplant on her again, can they?
Zhang Yang blinked in a flustered and bewildered manner.
Since she couldn't call the police, she had to save herself first and solve the immediate predicament before considering anything else. She controlled her hands, using her left hand to touch her head and straighten it so that her eyes could see the furnishings inside the house, while her right hand explored the four corners of the earthen house by touch.
The thunderstorm continued outside, and the wind howled.
Zhang Yang cleared his mind of distractions and focused intently on finding the item.
"I need a needle and thread or a stapler..."
However--
The stapler was nowhere to be found, nor was the needle and thread.
There isn't even a decent piece of furniture.
"system?"
She tried calling out.
"System Mom?"
"System Daddy?"
Zhang Yang's voice grew increasingly urgent.
I cried out to heaven but received no response, and cried out to earth but received no help.
The only response she received was the sound of wind, rain, and thunder.
He chanted the names of all the gods and Buddhas he could call for help, and in addition to anxiety and fear, a certain emotion called anger was overwhelming him!
He gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn you, God!"
Whether it's time travel, rebirth, or anything else, is God always right?
Amidst the thunder and lightning, a voice quietly surfaced in my mind.
[Password correct.]
A transparent screen quietly unfolded before my eyes.
Zhang Yang: "..."
Name: Zhang Yang, courtesy name Boyuan
Age: Unknown
[Faction]: None available
[Stars]: None available
[Talent]: To be unlocked
Loyalty: Unfathomable
[Morality]: Unfathomable
[Strategic Wisdom]: Unfathomable
[Ambition]: Unfathomable
Below that line of text, which is completely obscure, lies another line.
[Current Status]: Shang Yang Knows the Strength of Horses
Zhang Yang's mind went blank for a moment.
Damn, this is hell!
Once I realized what was happening, I couldn't help but curse under my breath.
He had barely finished cursing when he felt an itch rising in his throat, and coughed up a half-clotted blood. His right hand, the closest to him, groped over and lightly touched the transparent screen with his fingertips. At that moment, the talent that had just displayed "Pending Unlocking" changed, and the word "Sewing" appeared.
Zhang Yang tapped the "Sewing" button again.
With a snap, the transparent panel shattered into stardust.
Immediately afterwards, a needle and a bundle of thread fell from mid-air.
Zhang Yang's eyes lit up with joy as she groped her way over, her hands trembling as she picked up the needle and thread. The room was dimly lit, and it took her a lot of effort—biting at the thread with her teeth and smearing it with saliva—before she finally managed to thread the needle: "I can't worry about sterility anymore..."
Since we've already achieved the legendary feat of "Shang Yang knowing the strength of a horse," why bother with whether it's sterile or not!
Zhang Yang first controlled his torso, relaxed his strength, and lay flat.
He used his left hand to pull his hair and move his head, carefully adjusting his gaze, while his right hand gripped his right leg to adjust the position of the severed area, ensuring the skin and flesh were rejoined.
I carefully tried inserting the needle.
I could clearly feel the cold, sharp needle piercing my skin, but it didn't hurt much. Instead, I had a dull, itchy feeling, like it was being tickled through thick boots.
Hmm, it's good that it doesn't hurt!
The sharp needles, carrying the thread, shuttle back and forth, creating a serrated pattern.
After sewing up the right leg, the same method was used to sew up the left leg.
Then came the left arm and the right arm.
To reinforce her limbs, she had two extra stitches.
Finally, only the head remained.
After a while, filled with the hope that the stitches would hold and not come undone, she held her head in her hands and stood up unsteadily. Her steps were shaky, each step a slant.
He murmured worriedly, "...There will definitely be puddles outside after the rain. When it gets light, I'll sew my head up in the water..."
Who was the murderer who killed the original owner of this body?
What deep-seated hatred could drive someone to dismember a person?
I suspect the dismemberment tool wasn't a saw, but rather a chopping tool like an axe or machete. I carefully examined the gaps while stitching the limbs back together—judging from the condition of the gaps, the human bones were probably too hard, so the killer had to make several cuts before severing the body.
This is not a place to linger!
It took her quite a while to regain consciousness and have her severed limb stitched up. She didn't know where the killer was now—whether they had left or were still lurking nearby. Either way, she had to get away from here.
Boom!
A fierce gust of wind smashed open the crumbling window.
Clang! The wooden window frame hit the ground.
Zhang Yang subconsciously turned around so that he could see the head clearly.
Boom!
Another bolt of dark purple lightning cleaved the night sky.
A flash of lightning illuminated the silhouette of a person standing outside the window.
It also reflected an indifferent face, wet with rain.
Zhang Yang: "!!!"
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(End of this chapter)
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