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A chill came from the darkness, interrupting what seemed like an eternal dream.

The sensation was so sudden, it made the soul tremble involuntarily... It was this tremble, like a stone thrown into the calm center of a pond, causing ripples to spread outward, awakening other areas of perception.

And all these perceptions combined into consciousness.

Chen Xuan instinctively let out a displeased groan, as if someone had forcibly woken him in the middle of his sleep.

But the brain quickly stopped this primitive reaction.

The first thought formed: The dream is over, it’s time to wake up.

No... Why wake up? Wasn’t I already dead?

What are you saying, the dead have no consciousness.

—It seemed there was another self-answering in his mind.

Correct, so I’m still alive.

Even without a body?

What does that make me... a ghost?

However, the omnipresent touch was continuously transmitting information to the brain, this experience did not match the insubstantial nature of a ghost.

Chen Xuan forced himself to open his eyes.

He seemed to be lying on the ground, half of his face buried in the damp soil. Nearby, there were a few blades of grass covered in dew, the chill earlier seemed to come from the falling dew. The distant sky faintly glowed, probably just after night, dawn had already crossed the horizon.

Body... still here?

He slowly controlled his hands, trying to prop himself up from the ground. The moment he tensed, Chen Xuan realized a problem, this feeling of limbs and movements did not match with his memories, there’s only one situation causing this phenomenon, the body did not belong to him.

But compared to resurrection, this issue seemed insignificant.

It took him two seconds to complete the motion of propping up—not due to weakness, but because the unfamiliar limbs needed adaptation. When his cheek was freed from the muddy earth, more information flooded into his mind; carriage... swords... screams... bloodshed, Chen Xuan seemed to witness this person’s death.

A gasp of terror suddenly came from behind.

Chen Xuan turned his head, finding another person standing in the grass: a young man no older than seventeen or eighteen, wearing shabby cloth clothes, with trembling bloody hands, eyes staring wide like copper bells, filled with fear and vigilance.

"Are you human or ghost!?"

He loudly questioned, his tone aggressive and violent, but the trembling end of his words exposed his lack of confidence.

Chen Xuan sighed, "... I don’t know either."

That was the truth. He still had no clue about his own situation, this environment didn’t seem like Jiang City.

"Don’t know?" The young man’s fear halved upon hearing his response, yet surprisingly, what replaced this fear was a bloodthirsty fierceness.

The cloth-clad young man suddenly charged at him!

Facing the dawn sky, a flash of white passed through his hand, it was the sheen of iron.

There was a soft thump as a long-handled dagger pierced into Chen Xuan’s body.

Blood flowed out.

Chen Xuan was surprised to find that he was immediately hungry.

Yes, his first reaction wasn’t pain, but hunger! As if he hadn’t eaten anything for half a month, now waking inexplicably, hunger had also been awakened.

It was so strong that it was difficult to suppress his will, of course... he didn’t want to suppress it.

Hungry means eating, it’s instinct, nothing to resist.

Moreover, someone had come voluntarily.

He hesitated not a bit to raise his hand and grabbed the man’s face. The latter was terrified, letting go of the dagger to struggle with his fingers, but the strength reflected on Chen Xuan’s hand was insignificant.

Then the man’s skin flipped starting from the face, exposing blood vessels and muscles without missing a bit, all flowing into Chen Xuan’s palm.

The man let out a horrifying scream—not from pain, but the most direct reaction to incomprehensible fear.

But this scream didn’t last long.

Because beneath the face is the throat.

Within less than a minute, the man disappeared without a trace, only an empty set of clothes fell to the ground.

It was then that Chen Xuan belatedly regained his senses.

Wait, what did I just do?

Was that... Decomposition and Re-Fusion? But why didn’t the other turn into a mass of flesh, and was instead entirely swallowed by me?!

He clutched his throat, bent over with a few dry heaves, unfortunately unable to vomit the other out. What made him feel even more hair-raising was the nausea was only psychological, the body didn’t feel any discomfort, rather it felt unsatisfied.

Before Chen Xuan could think further, more memories rushed in.

Carriage... swords... screams... bloodshed...

The memories of these two bodies seamlessly pieced together.

The carriage was stopped by a trip wire, a total of two.

A group of bandits slaughtered out from the forest beside the road, fighting fiercely with the caravan guards, one perspective hiding in the cart peeking out, the other among the bandits.

Ultimately, the bandits overwhelmed the caravan with sheer numbers; the guards all beheaded, only the merchants inside the carts remained.

They were driven into the forest depths, afterward the headman used a knife to pick at the nail, coercing one by one about their fortune, where was it hidden, demanding blood letters asking ransom.

The two perspectives converged at this moment.

"Ma Shun, where are you going!" The man turned his head, someone shouted.

"Going for a piss."

"Aren’t you scared? You didn’t make a move during the raid, now during questioning you’re avoiding facing them?"

A burst of laughter came.

"Scared of a damn ghost, do you believe I’ll piss in your mouth!" The man cursed.

"Don’t go far, Shunzi." The last voice was the leader’s, "It’s dark, beware the wild creatures and demons in the mountain."

Their eyes briefly parted.

"The letters are written, what to do with the people?" Someone asked.

"Of course kill them all, unless you plan on bringing them back to the camp to raise?"

Upon hearing this, the kneeling perspective began fervently pleading, but begging was of no use, soon a steel knife stabbed into his chest. This memory ceased here.

While the other perspective wandered in the forest uncertain of how long, suddenly heard ear-piercing cursing, the crisp clash of weapons.

The man did not immediately return but climbed a big tree, spying on the camp through the shade. The scene before them frightened him half to death, it also stirred a storm in Chen Xuan’s mind!

A white figure flitted like a ghost between more than ten bandits, moving leisurely as though in an uninhabited realm, no matter how hard the enemies tried, none could touch the fringe of her dress; her sword waves like the unrestrained Pegasus, every strike splashing blood.

There was no doubt, their strengths were completely on different levels.

The man reacted in the most straightforward and instinctive manner, after descending the tree, running without a glance back. He ran while constantly peeking back, worried the white-clad killer goddess would catch up.

The worst fear didn’t come to pass, the man escaped unscathed.

But he did not leave entirely, after running two miles, he lingered for another two-hour before cautiously turning back.

The reason was simple, robbing merchants was for wealth, scavenging among the fallen brothers can accomplish the same. If everyone was dead, wouldn’t the remaining fortunes all belong to him?

The goddess likely wouldn’t care for their meager possessions, would she?

The man’s perspective last stayed at the merchant standing up, a large hand like a cold and ruthless iron clamp snuffed out all his fantasies.