Chapter 0003: Arrival in a Different World

Too many sounds are mixed together, so chaotic that one cannot discern any count, which makes Tang Yin feel as if he is approaching a large battlefield. However, it is also quite amusing to think about; who would fight in a forest? Moreover, with cold weapons, if it were the underworld, it would be even more ridiculous—what would they be fighting for in this desolate place

After everything was settled, Tang Yin casually waved his stick and gritted his teeth, saying, "If I find out who did this, I will never let him off the hook"

He sighed, turned to look at the corpse on the ground, then walked back and murmured, "My friend, I apologize, but your clothes are more useful on me than on you". As he spoke, he began to strip the clothes off the corpse and quickly put them on himself. At that moment, Tang Yin was unaware that once he donned this outfit, his life would undergo a complete transformation

This forest seems endless, and Tang Yin has been walking from dawn until noon, yet he remains within the forest. At the same time, he becomes increasingly perplexed about the existence of such a vast forest. The situation is truly difficult to comprehend. Who would go to such great lengths to find themselves here? He is filled with countless questions.

He determined the general direction based on the position of the sun, thought for a moment, and then strode northward

Gradually, the trees in the forest became sparser, and large expanses of grassland emerged. It felt as though he was approaching a place of chaos. Tang Yin gradually slowed his pace, instinctively bending down, cautiously moving forward.

Is this a movie being filmed? Tang Yin chuckled and looked around. The sounds of battle filled his ears, yet the camera was nowhere in sight. It was evident that the camera was not on this side at all. This actor playing the dead person is truly dedicated, isn't he? With that thought, he picked up a stick and poked the man, saying, "Get up, brother, your scene is over"

As he was deep in thought, a gust of mountain wind swept through the forest, causing Tang Yin to shiver and break out in goosebumps. He looked down and his old face turned red; it turned out he was completely naked, not a thread on him, and his clothes had mysteriously vanished.

He let out a painful groan, raised his hand to rub his forehead vigorously, and after a while, he felt slightly stronger. He slowly opened his eyes and surveyed the surroundings; the more he looked, the wider his eyes became. In the end, he stood up unconsciously, gazing around at the dense forest with a bewildered expression.

Tang Yin inhaled sharply, furrowing his brow as he stared at that person

He then fashioned a ring from a broken twig, fastening it beneath himself to conceal his body

Ah! Tang Yin was taken aback; this was indeed a dead person, not a fake. This meant that it was not a performance or a movie, but a real fight had broken out! It was just very strange that there were still people wearing such clothes nowadays. Tang Yin suddenly stood up, intending to pass through the forest to see what was happening outside, but after taking two steps, he paused again, lowering his head to look at his own body, which was only covered by a circle of branches. This was even more shocking and unconventional than the attire of the dead person.

The person lay on the ground unresponsive, completely still, and it seemed as if there was not even a breath. The pale, ashen complexion was truly indistinguishable from that of a corpse

A drop of dew falling from a leaf landed on his face, and Tang Yin, lying flat under the tree, felt his eyelids twitch slightly before gradually awakening.

When he emerged from the woods, brushed aside the dense wild grass, and looked up to gaze outward, he was instantly stunned by the scene before him

The clothes are ready, and the weapons are also prepared. Tang Yin glanced at the corpse on the ground, let out a sinister chuckle, then took a deep breath and slipped out of the woods.

Unable to ascertain the situation, Tang Yin furrowed his brow in confusion. If someone had secretly moved him here while he was asleep, it was almost impossible. Firstly, no one would do such a thing, and secondly, no one could accomplish it. Even while asleep, he remained quite alert; no one could approach him without making a sound.

Is it an enemy that has come for him? If that were the case, the opponent would have killed him long ago, without going to such lengths. Is it a prank by a friend? He has no friends; strictly speaking, he has only one, and that person would never play such a trick on him. So what on earth is going on? Tang Yin racked his brains but could not figure it out.

The person is wearing a black long robe, adorned with leather armor smeared with black paint on the chest. On his feet are boots, and in his hand, he tightly grips a long spear. Looking up, he wears a helmet made of black iron. Judging solely by his attire, he resembles an ancient soldier almost indistinguishably

What place is this

Tang Yin raised his eyebrows, slowly retracting the stick. Upon seeing the bloodstains on the end of the stick, he dipped his finger in it; it was sticky. Leaning down to sniff, he detected a sweet, metallic scent. With his extensive experience, Tang Yin immediately realized that this was real blood, not fake. His eyes widened as he leaned closer to the man, reaching out to touch the man's neck, which was cold to the touch, with no pulse in the veins.

The further one runs forward, the clearer the sounds become, yet they are quite chaotic. There are sounds of metal clashing and fighting, shouts, and the heart-wrenching screams of agony...

He has been wandering in the deep mountains and forests of Northeast China since childhood. The forest is an incredibly familiar place for him. In comparison, the forests of Northeast China are harsher than here. Those who have never experienced spitting on the ground only to have it turn into ice pellets will not understand. He has survived in the Northeast forests at temperatures as low as minus 40 or 50 degrees, so how could he not survive here

His attention was focused ahead when suddenly his foot gave way, tripping over something soft. Tang Yin lost his balance and fell to the ground. Fortunately, it was on grass, so he did not feel any pain from the fall. He muttered a curse under his breath, got up from the ground, and turned back to take a look. His face immediately showed a look of shock, for what he had tripped over was a person, a bloodied individual lying motionless on the ground.

"What a ghost!" Tang Yin muttered to himself. He turned around to look at the old tree behind him, then took a few steps back. Suddenly, he lunged forward, using both hands and feet, his agile body climbing to the treetop like a raccoon in just a few moves

Thinking of this, Tang Yin could not help but shake his head and smile wryly

If I remember correctly, I was clearly staying at an inn, so how did I suddenly end up in the woods

Early morning. The forest

Tang Yin was of medium build, and as long as the clothing size was not too unusual, he could generally wear it. Although wearing the clothes of the deceased made him uncomfortable due to the sticky blood, it was certainly better than being completely exposed. In the end, he picked up the leather armor, weighed it in his hands, felt it was quite heavy, and casually tossed it aside. Instead, he drew the spear from the corpse's hand, holding it in his hand; in a dangerous situation, the spear was far more useful than the stick he had just made. In the end, he picked up the leather armor, weighed it in his hands, felt it was quite heavy, and casually tossed it aside. Instead, he drew the spear from the corpse's hand, holding it in his hand; in a dangerous situation, the spear was far more useful than the stick he had just made.

However, the dual blades he often used were no longer of any use, which caused Tang Yin great distress. For a martial artist like him, weapons are akin to life itself; losing his dual blades was equivalent to losing half of his life.

He does not know why, but he has a severe headache, as if countless steel needles are growing in his head, stabbing everywhere.

He did not know which direction would lead him out of the forest the fastest, relying entirely on his instincts

What on earth is going on? This is truly a stroke of misfortune! Tang Yin felt his body weaken, leaning against an old tree beside him, closing his eyes, and quietly recalling what had happened last night

He was drinking in the dance hall when a woman approached him. As a result, four thugs came looking for trouble. He initially ignored them, but later in a small alley behind the dance hall, he killed all four thugs. After that, he took the woman, who had been drugged, to the hospital and returned to his hotel to rest. However, when he woke up, he found himself here, and his clothes were also missing. This was truly bizarre.

He looked around and picked up a broken tree branch from the ground, skillfully breaking off the smaller branches to fashion it into a stick. In the unfamiliar forest, danger lurked everywhere; having a stick at least counted as a means of self-defense

Just as he was about to climb a tree to ascertain his direction, he suddenly heard a series of distant roars coming from ahead. The sounds were faint and indistinct due to the great distance. Tang Yin's spirit was instantly invigorated; after a moment of hesitation, he tightened his grip on the wooden stick in his hand, kicked off with his legs, and quickly ran in the direction from which the sounds were emanating.

He climbed to a high point with great effort, shielding his eyes with his hand, and gazed into the distance. What came into view was a vast expanse of green, a seemingly endless forest that appeared to merge with the sky. It was somewhat better not to look, but after seeing it, Tang Yin secretly grinned; he could now be certain that this place was definitely not Chengdu, for Chengdu certainly did not have such a large expanse of primeval forest

Tang Yin bit his lip and slowly slid down the tree trunk. If it were someone else, they would likely feel despair at this moment, being unarmed and inexplicably arriving in a vast forest, with little hope of survival. However, Tang Yin was merely surprised, without any fear in his heart