He kept his head down, extrely focused, with only a few small fish in the bamboo basket behind him. While searching, his hand seed to touch sothing hard. When he reached out to feel it, his fingers were pricked, and suddenly, the child discovered a person lying not far from him!
A dead person?
The child sighed, yet he wasn’t scared, for such a scene was already commonplace to him. His gaze was quickly drawn to the sharp object that pricked his finger. As he carefully excavated it from the mud and sand, he was shocked to find it was an incredibly sharp weapon. He lifted it with both hands, and under the bright sunlight, its reflections were blinding.
"Hmm?"
The child’s eyelids suddenly twitched. Just now, he noticed the hand of the corpse in front of him moved slightly.
At first, the child thought he was seeing things. After rubbing his eyes, he saw that the fingers of the tall man with torn clothes twitched again slightly.
The child hurriedly dropped the sharp blade and stepped forward to grab the man’s hand, straining to turn him over. The tide was rising, and the man’s current position would soon be subrged. If he wasn’t quickly dragged onto the nearby sandstone, he would surely drown.
The face of the man who was turned over was also exposed to the sunlight, and shockingly, it was you, who had been pierced through the chest by Cao Zhi!
At this mont, your body was covered with cuts and bruises, with hardly an inch of unscathed skin. Your clothes had been torn apart by all sorts of sharp objects in the ocean waves, leaving only a small cover over your loins, making you appear much like the wild n collecting fish and shells on the beach in the distance.
The wound in your chest pierced by Cao Zhi had miraculously healed, leaving an ugly scar. Compared to the other injuries on your body, the scar on your chest was more sinister, simultaneously showcasing to others a brutal battle you had experienced.
In the process of being moved by the child, you slowly opened your eyes.
Once you opened your eyes, the sharp look in them was gone. Now they seed hollow, with more confusion than anything else.
"Where... is this?" Your lips, covered in white sand grains, moved slightly, uttering a language completely incomprehensible to the child.
Hearing you speak, the child squatted down beside you, uttering an obscure and incomprehensible language. It sounded sowhat like a dialect from the Minnan region, but on closer listen, the pronunciation seed odd, gibberish, completely unintelligible. However, the only thing you could be sure of was that the voice made you discern this little wild child, who looked only eleven or twelve years old, was most likely a girl, and her voice was quite clear.
With the help of the little girl, you staggered onto a nearby sea rock. After ensuring you were alright, the little girl ignored you and continued searching for fish and shells on the beach about to be covered by the sea.
Lying powerlessly on the sea rock, looking up at the blue sky and the cotton candy-like white clouds, you felt infinite bewildernt in your heart.
In your thoughts, you seed to have forgotten sothing. Occasionally, one or two shadows flashed in your mind, but no matter how hard you tried to ponder, you couldn’t grasp them. You no longer rembered why you ca here, only vaguely recalling being pulled into a strange world by the Empress, then a blank in your mind.
Yet, for so reason, you always had the feeling that there seed to be a piece of mory missing in between, just that you really couldn’t recall it.
Could it be amnesia?
You shook your head; if it were amnesia, how could you know your na was Li Muyun, that you were a King of a country, had six peerless beauties at ho, and were a super expert yourself.
Uh, well, you found that the Sen Luo Eye seed unusable here, talismans were the sa.
As for the Seal of Truesky, it also seed to be sealed, only the slightest trace of the Path of Heavenly Power could intertwine your body with the surrounding environnt...
Looking around, you felt even more confused and baffled.
You knew the Empress brought you to this world, but it felt as if a long ti had passed, and you shouldn’t be arriving now, plus your clothes weren’t right.
You realized most of your clothes were shredded, but the waistband was tightly wrapped, leaving at least half of the pants. However, it was this half-pant that puzzled you more; both the material and style were obviously not from the modern era, plus, you weren’t wearing underwear!
"Ha—" You speechlessly looked up at the sky and cursed, "Can soone explain what the hell happened to ?"
Reading this, so might feel confused, but simply put, you’ve lost all mories after coming to this world.
Now, you were like soone who had just crossed over to this world, but there seed to be a lingering sense in the depths of your mind that you might have lost a mory related to this world.
At this mont, naturally, no one could provide any explanations. When you regained your senses, the little girl was already standing beside you with a small bamboo basket, and the spot you originally occupied had been subrged by the rising seawater. Soon the spot where you were would also be engulfed by the surging tide.
Though your body was sore beyond belief, you gritted your teeth, stood up, and slowly followed the little girl, whose language was utterly different, to the shore.
The little girl, after waking you up, had paid no further attention to you. Initially, seeing you following her, she gibbered a few words to you, but after realizing the language barrier, she gave up and let you follow her.
You followed the little girl for a short distance and soon saw so dilapidated, rough houses. These houses looked like they could collapse at any mont. Nearby, there were so houses that appeared to have been destroyed by storm winds, with raggedly dressed and very filthy n and won rebuilding their hos, if such places could even be called ho in modern tis, where not even beggars would live.
Your appearance naturally caught the villagers’ attention, mainly because your stature and height made you a giant among these people. The tallest of them barely reached your chest, with none even as tall as your shoulders. Moreover, the villagers appeared pale and thin, obviously malnourished, making them seem even more pitiful than African refugees.
Seeing you behind the little girl, at this mont, a skinny monkey-like man stepped out, speaking a few completely incomprehensible words to you.
You scratched your head, naturally feeling extrely frustrated, and muttered, "Damn it, what kind of ghost place is this, are they speaking Nicaraguan?"
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