After honestly returning to his room, Ying Xingyun, who was lying on the bed, began to close his eyes and ponder.

How did he come to this world?

He's just an ordinary college student on Earth.

Poor one, wandering around the campus all day long, and never been to any strange places!

Could it be that he is the legendary son of Heavenly Dao?

The protagonist of one in a million?

Tossing and turning on the bed, over and over again, I really couldn't understand how to cross over, so I had no choice but to temporarily give up the unrealistic idea of crossing back again.

He began to seriously analyze the current situation!

First of all, the most important thing at the moment is how to hide himself, he has no understanding of the original owner of this body.

And looking at his identity, his social circle should not be large, which means that the people who interact with him should be very familiar with each other.

In this case, it shouldn't be very easy not to be exposed.

Alas, life is so hard!

Secondly, there was a lingering question in his mind, since his soul had descended on this body, did this mean that the original owner of this body had died?

How did he die? Was it because of the whip marks? Who caused the whip marks? Did anyone know that he was dead?

If anyone knew that someone who was supposed to die was brought back to life, what would be the impact and consequences?

It's too hard to survive!

I can't think about it so much, since this body hasn't been thrown into a morgue or something, it means that there should be no one who knows about his death!

The most important thing now is to find an excuse to cover up the fact that the soul of this body is different.

What to do? Or to create an excuse for amnesia?

Can anything be pushed up to amnesia?

He grabbed a stone brick from under the bed, gritted his teeth, and slammed it into his head.

Of course, the smash is in the same position, and the wound is neither too big nor too small, it is best to be radial, and the wound and surrounding areas are mainly bruised.

This can explain the origin of the wound very well and not be too abrupt.

There was a muffled thump thump, and a small amount of crimson blood slipped from the top of his head, and Ying Xingyun, who couldn't care about the pain, hurriedly put the stone brick back in place.

He didn't even bandage it, he just lay on the ground, although his whole body couldn't stop hurting, but his heart finally relaxed a little.

He'll have a good reason to explain his weird behavior tomorrow.

Probably!

It's just, it really hurts!

The pain all over his body was like a fire, making him sweat all over his body, and the most hateful thing was that now his head began to hurt.

He can now only relieve his pain slightly by diversion.

The room was big enough and novel enough to be the mechanical clock on the wall, and he began to stare at it intently, trying to diverge his thoughts.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-by-tick.

Just when his mind was thinking differently and thinking about how to survive this long night and whether he could survive until the day after tomorrow.

Suddenly, the door creaked and opened.

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head with difficulty.

A figure with short chestnut hair, brown eyes, and an unremarkable-looking figure with an equally thin body appeared in front of him.

The first action of the young man after entering the door was to stick his head out of the door, look around, and only after seeing that no one was following him, did he gently close the door.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and tiptoed towards Ying Xingyun's position, the light in the room was not good, it was very dark, so the young man did not see that the young man on the bed had woken up.

After entering, the boy realized that the person on the bed was staring at him in a daze.

"Twelve, you're still alive? Great! How are you feeling now? Wait! Why is your head bleeding?"

The boy's first reaction was joy when he woke up, but when the boy saw his injured head, his joy quickly turned to worry.

"Twelve, what's the hell is that?" he complained inwardly.

"I'm okay, are you?" he asked, puzzled, as he touched his injured head.

His reaction was half real, half pretended.

"You...... I, I'm fifteen, you don't know me?" the worried look on the young man's face intensified.

"I ...... My head hurts!" He held his head and twitched uncontrollably on the ground, suggesting that something was wrong with his head.

"Twelve, twelve, what's wrong with you? bear with me for a while, wait for me to come back!" the young man named Fifteen ran out in a panic, and soon brought two small medicine bottles.

Fifteen glanced at the two medicine bottles with some pain, and then resolutely handed them to Ying Xingyun.

One bottle was drunk directly, and the other was poured over his wound.

Ying Xingyun hesitated for a moment, but did not resist.

Next, the wound on his head began to heal and scab over at a speed visible to the naked eye, and with the bottle of potion he had drunk, his pain quickly diminished.

"Thank you!" Ying Xingyun thanked the young man from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, thank you for telling me, we're the best brothers. The boy was a little angry, but soon thought that "Twelve" had hurt his brain and lost his memory, so he touched his head with some concern.

"Twelve, you are lucky to have escaped this time, and you must not think about escaping again in the future.

Now that you've lost your memory, you need to keep that in mind. Fifteen looked at him with a serious look and said.

"Escape, could it be that the former owner of his body was beaten to death because he escaped?" Ying Xingyun's heart was shocked.

"Can you tell me more about what's going on? I don't quite remember. He looked at Fifteen with a confused look in his eyes, it wasn't that he was pretending, but he was really confused.

"I don't know very well, you and Lord Highfield are in charge of this procurement, and by the time you return to the Black Castle, you will already be beaten unconscious, and if it weren't for Lord Highfair's still testing your new medicine, you would have been killed.

But even as a medicine slave, your chances of surviving are slim, so I'm so happy to see you alive. Fifteen and a half were puzzled and half sad and indignant.

"What? I was also drugged by him?" Ying Xingyun's fear in his heart was even worse.

"Do you know what kind of medicine he was fed?" he asked, a little shaky.

Although the medicine he took was definitely not a good thing, Ying Xingyun still wanted to hear some good news in his heart.

"I don't know, Hefer is one of the few students of Master Kono, how can we who are not even apprentices be qualified to know what the new medicine they have prepared is?

However, seeing that you are still alive now, it shouldn't be some poison that is too poisonous, right?!" Fifteen's tone seemed relaxed, but his face was not very good-looking, there was a trace of heaviness in his expression, and there was also worry between his eyebrows that could not be hidden.

Ying Xingyun was still strong in the end, and at a very fast speed, he seriously felt the state of his body, and there was no other discomfort except for a little pain.

Barely suppressing the panic in his heart, he began to inquire about the situation of Haefel.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that this matter might not be simple.

"Haefel is the second student of Master Kono, fierce and violent, not very qualified, but very jealous, and has a very poor relationship with the master's other students, especially with the master's favorite student, Glo, which is extremely poor.

However, this guy is not to be worried, the one who should be most careful is the fifth student of Master Curnow - Pitfen, this guy seems to be very kind, but in fact he has the most thoughts and the most vicious. Fifteen subconsciously looked around, and then whispered to him.

Ying Xingyun lowered his head and listened carefully, while silently thinking in his heart.

His "good brother" doesn't seem to be simple, and his ability to observe words and colors is not bad.

Wouldn't such a smart guy doubt Haifer's "statement"?

It can be seen from Twelve's neat and almost perverted notes that this person's mind definitely belongs to the type of meticulous and careful, this type of person, he will run away without doing anything?

Even he can see that there is a problem, and there is no reason why this good friend who gets along day and night can't see it.

Or does he have some other purpose?

Damn! I don't have any memory of this body, I don't know what happened.

Just when Ying Xingyun was annoyed, he suddenly felt some itching in his back, stretched out his hand and instinctively scratched it back, a little wet, as if he had touched some sticky colloid.

He subconsciously withdrew his hand and looked at it, and his fingers were covered with an unknown viscous liquid at some point.

Suddenly, Ying Xingyun's heart began to panic involuntarily, he had a very bad premonition, and hurriedly stood up and lifted his clothes to check.

"Twelve, what are you going to do......? Ah......h

Ying Xingyun was also startled by this shout, and hurriedly turned around, looking at Fifteen's panicked appearance, he instinctively looked at his body.

His eyes swept over his chest, his breath was suffocating, and there was nothing left in his mind except fear, only to see that his skin was quickly covered with fine snake scales, and a large amount of yellowish fishy mucus was secreted in his passing.