Belch......

Why, my head hurts......

The originally stable dream was somehow dispelled by a long stream of dull pain. Jing Wenying frowned in her restless sleep, trying to turn over and bury her head in the quilt and wait for this inexplicable pain to pass.

She subconsciously felt that maybe it was because she stayed up too late or blew the air conditioner for too long, in short, it was not a big deal, and she would probably get better after a good rest, so she was ready to continue sleeping.

However, in the process of trying to turn over, she suddenly noticed that her body had become very heavy and sluggish, and it was extremely difficult to even move her arms, as if her consciousness could not fully command her body.

This sense of dissonance made Jing Wenying sober up a little. She thought in a daze, could it be the ghost pressing the bed? As soon as such a thought came to her, she immediately felt tightness in her chest and could not breathe......

Jing Wenying, who realized what the problem was, tried to command her body. Historically, with the movement of a finger or the blink of an eye, this ailment will be refreshed.

The headache that woke her up helped at this time, and the pain in her body firmly locked her consciousness that flickered from time to time. After struggling for about ten seconds, Jing Wenying finally puffed up and sat up suddenly.

The feeling of uncontrollability in the body suddenly lessened and quickly disappeared. However, in the next moment, she felt a dry and itchy throat, and she couldn't stop arching her back and coughing, so intense that she felt a faint smell of rust in her mouth, as if she had just finished running two kilometers of training.

How...... What's going on...... Jing Wenying coughed up tears and snot, but she was complaining in her heart, isn't it, the physique of contemporary college students is so worrisome? Why don't I just turn on the air conditioner for two more days?

As she regained consciousness, she found that she was sore all over, her chest was tight and short of breath, and she might have really caught a cold. Jing Wenying touched her chest with her hand, and finally calmed down the cough, panting heavily. She reached for her glasses and opened them blankly, ready to shout "Mom-".

She opened her mouth, but before her voice could come out, she was suddenly stunned.

My vision is so clear, which is not at all like the naked eye vision that a person with 600 degrees of myopia should have.

And the scene presented in an unusually clear line of sight is so unfamiliar!

low, dusty low roofs; rough, dull stained walls, wooden patchwork floors piled up with debris; The crooked cupboard that was about to fall apart, and the coal-like thing next to it sat a kettle; In the corner, there is an iron shelf with a washbasin......

And all of this is shrouded in a dim, faint crimson light. This makes everything hazy with some kind of eerie smell.

Jing Wenying slowly opened her eyes wide and looked around at everything around her, and her brain went blank for two seconds.

I ...... grass Am I grass? I grass!

I !! grass

This is not my room!

I—Where is this? Where am I?!

Wrong...... She looked at the clear world in front of her, and suddenly looked down at her hands with some notice.

It is a pair of rough, powerful palms, with rough calluses at the base of the fingers, and the five fingers are relatively elongated, and the joints are jagged and protruding, and the cyan blood vessels are faintly visible under the skin.

My hands obviously don't look like this...... Jing Wenying gave the idea of "clenching his fist" sluggishly, watching the hands slowly close their five fingers, loosely clenched into fists, and said in his heart, who the am I???

The corners of his forehead twitched violently, interrupting Jing Wenying's thoughts. She gasped and lifted her hand to squeeze her temples to relieve the pain, but the tentacles were rough and textured, as if she had touched something like gauze.

And the bare forehead skin under the gauze has a faint heat, which makes Jing Wenying believe that he ...... Or rather, the body is really sick. Fever, cough, maybe flu or something......

She lowered her hand in silence, habitually scratched the roots of her ears, and initially calmed down. Based on years of experience in web surfing, I judged myself probably, perhaps, should, be crossed......

How so! I lay in my bed, I didn't get hit by a mud truck, I didn't kill myself, I didn't read strange books, I didn't download strange software, I didn't make strange wishes...... Can this also be crossed? Is this reasonable?

Also, since I've crossed over, what about my system? What about Goldfinger? What about martial arts cheats? What about the old man who carries him?

Even if there is nothing, it would be too much to wear it on a guy who is even injured and sick......

Jing Wenying snorted depressedly, sniffed, lifted the thing covering her body that was more like a broken sack than a quilt, and staggered to her feet, ready to turn over this room that she could see to the bottom at a glance, and scavenge the "birth point" before making the next step.

At this moment, she heard a clatter of footsteps coming from far and near.

The house is not soundproofed enough...... Just as Jing Wenying was thinking about this, she suddenly shuddered when she casually reached out to the drawer of the cabinet to open it. A sharp sense of crisis rose from the bottom of her heart, causing her to subconsciously turn her head to the door, paying attention to the approaching footsteps in the corridor outside the door.

At this moment, a certain inspiration made Jing Wenying feel that these steps were directed at her. And those who come are not good!

There was no time to trace the source of this inspiration, and Jing Wenying's expression distorted instantly. She had just seen that there was no place to hide, no other exit, not even a decent window, only a small vent near the ceiling that leaked a little crimson light, and it definitely couldn't penetrate a person.

This...... Jing Wenying couldn't help but think of the idiom "catching a turtle in an urn", but she was a poor "turtle" at the moment......

Hearing that the footsteps were terrifyingly close, Jing Wenying's next thought in the panic was to urgently find something to defend herself. But her reaction was already a few beats slower, and before the drawer could be pulled, the thin wooden door had been kicked open from the outside!

Jing Wenying, who had never experienced anything like this, instinctively stepped back and staggered against the wall behind her. Her mind was glazed, and she fumbled helplessly with her hands twice before leaning against the wall, as if trying to find some way out of the solid masonry structure.

The moment her palm touched the wall, her inspiration suddenly moved, and she had a strange feeling.

It was a feeling of lightness and smoothness that came to mind and flowed through it.

It felt like telling her that this level of wall wasn't an obstacle!

Jing Wenying subconsciously looked at her hand pressed against the wall, and saw that the edge of her palm seemed to be a little fluorescent.

Then, her entire palm sank into the wall without any sluggishness!

Hey?!

Emotions such as shock, doubt, and confusion poured out for a while. But reality did not leave Jing Wenying room to think. By this time, the men who had kicked the door open had burst into the room and spotted her without question.

She saw the yellow-haired man with one eye, who was blind, lifting the stick in his hand and swinging it fiercely at herself.

The movement came into her eyes as if it were slow motion. But the other party's undisguised and surging killing intent made Jing Wenying get out of the blank of thinking. The instinct to survive undoubtedly prevailed at this moment, and at the last moment, she reflexively pounced on the wall where her palm was pressed with the fastest speed and the most resolute posture.

The sound of sticks slamming on the floor seemed to be close to the ear.

However, in the blink of an eye, Jing Wenying had already passed through that wall and fell to another wet and dirty ground. She looked up in a panic and found herself in a bathroom similar to the common bathroom on each floor of a university dormitory, which had an open window large enough for people to get through!

The loud scolding and sharp turning footsteps in the next room made Jing Wenying not think much else, she struggled to get up and rushed to the window, and jumped out of the window to escape with her arms on her feet.

However, she ignored that she was sick now, and she had no strength to support her body at all, and this leap was extremely twisted, and she could only barely "roll" out of the window, and there was no room to adjust the landing action, and the whole person fell to the ground from a height of about four meters.

This fell to make Jing Wenying dizzy, and she felt that her brain had flowed all over the ground. Fortunately, the wound on her head stabbed wildly, allowing her to regain consciousness in time, and under the effect of the adrenaline secreted by the madness, she stubbornly got up and ran with her legs!

Are you kidding! Do you want to die again in just a few minutes? Shame on you!!

She had no sense of direction at all, just turned left and right along the road and ran wildly, not even knowing whether the people behind her were chasing after her, only the sound of the passing wind and her own heavy breathing in her ears. The vision was blurred like a red veil, maybe it was blood flowing into the eyes, but Jing Wenying didn't bother to wipe it.

Soon, however, she felt herself lose her strength, and her steps became slow and stumbling.

Jing Wenying tried to adjust her breathing, but she barely raised her eyes to look around, and found that the surrounding environment had changed from dirty to barely tidy, and it seemed that she had run out of the previous area.

She listened attentively, but there was no sound of anyone chasing behind her, and finally stopped, leaning against the wall of the building next to her, and gasping for breath.

The running just now overdrew the little energy left in this body, Jing Wenying held his trembling knees and coughed violently, but it could not relieve the pain in his throat and chest, but his eyes were black for a while, and his vision tended to be blurred.

Finished...... I hope that this world has a fine tradition of helping people and saving lives...... Help me up, and I can still send ...... As she thought so, she felt her body slowly slip and fall to the ground, her cheek touching the ground, and the world turned 90 degrees before her eyes.

Before Jing Wenying completely fainted, she saw a hook-like red moon hanging quietly in the high and distant indigo night sky.