Seeing the criminal who had just been hanged now opening his eyes on the stone platform, the crowd erupted into turmoil.
Especially for those who had only recently joined and still harbored doubt towards Li Yu and the Double Rest Sect, witnessing this unbelievable scene conquered their skepticism, leaving no room for any more doubts in their hearts.
Only endless devotion and awe remained.
After all, if Prophet rlin could bring back the dead, it must be an easy feat for him to remove their curses as well.
Even so farrs who were watching the excitent nearby were shocked; so hurried ho to gather their belongings and suddenly joined the queue, hoping to follow Li Yu.
There were also so who had been cured not long ago and had been planning to leave, but at this mont, they changed their minds and decided to stay...
Ge Lipeng was startled by the sound of thunderous voices as soon as he awoke.
Those voices ca from all directions, eventually converging into one na—rlin! rlin!
"How do you feel?" Li Yu asked.
"What?"
Li Yu raised his voice and repeated the question.
"My body feels a bit strange, especially my hands and feet; they feel as if they aren’t mine," Ge Lipeng replied subconsciously.
After speaking, he turned his head to look at Li Yu. "It’s you! Does this an I’ve really been reborn in a parallel world?!"
"Hmm, it’s normal to feel a bit uncomfortable at first since this is a soul transference, but you’ll gradually get used to your new body."
"And the original owner of this body..."
"Was executed," Li Yu said, "a murderer."
Ge Lipeng nodded, seemingly accepting his current situation with more calmness than Li Yu had anticipated.
"Don’t you have any questions about why you’re here?"
Ge Lipeng was taken aback, "Didn’t we sign a contract? I’m here to work for you."
"I’ve only provided you with a job. How you choose to live this life is up to you, as long as you abide by the basic rules and regulations. You’re completely free after work," Li Yu said.
"I rember you said that here I could engage in the work I love."
"That’s right, the skills you possess are exactly what we need, and that’s why I signed you on."
Ge Lipeng marveled, "I never thought I’d see the day when I could turn my hobbies into a livelihood. When do we start?"
"No rush. First, write a list of the tools and equipnt you need. I’ll have them prepared for you here, and whatever is missing, I’ll bring from another dinsion."
Li Yu then took out a small booklet and handed it to Ge Lipeng, "You can use this ti to get accustod to your new body, and then read this ’Transmigrator’s Guide’. It should answer many of your questions.
"Normally, you would go through language training before starting work, but since we are outside, that part will have to wait until we return to Green Field.
"Unfortunately, this ans you’ll likely have difficulty communicating with others until the next transmigrator arrives."
"That’s not a problem," Ge Lipeng said, "In my previous life, whether delivering food or doing handicrafts, I spent most of my ti alone. I actually enjoy solitude."
"That’s great, I have sothing here that I want you to craft for , but we can talk about that after the tools arrive. For now, follow to complete the purification ceremony."
...
The commotion caused by Ge Lipeng’s arrival continued to persist.
In the days that followed, the nearby people were still enthusiastically talking about what happened that day, and the stories beca increasingly fantastical as they spread.
The passing minstrels contributed significantly, most of whom had not witnessed the miracle firsthand.
However, this did not prevent them from embellishing and adding countless details after hearing about it through the grapevine.
For example, they said that Ge Lipeng descended from the sky shrouded in a rainbow glow, or that the Saturday God commanded all the flowers to bloom to welco the arrival of its servant.
So even more absurd rumors claid that Ge Lipeng’s head had fallen off, but a new head grew out of his neck, and that head had four eyes.
Anyway, the stories got more and more exaggerated.
The self-proclaid golden voice, Kieren, was one of them. He even composed a song called "The Resurrected Murderer," which included a scene where Ge Lipeng was searching for his head.
Unfortunately, Kieren’s imagination was not as rich as his peers, and "The Resurrected Murderer" stayed popular for less than three days before it was surpassed by another song, "Head! Head! Head!"
That song was straightforward; it was about how Ge Lipeng’s head, after being chopped off, sang in the air, having a sudden change of heart, and praised Saturday.
Strictly speaking, this idea was sowhat plagiarized from "The Resurrected Murderer," but in the world of art, it’s always difficult to define copying and borrowing.
Furthermore, there were no copyright laws back then. Even if soone admitted to plagiarism, Kieren had no recourse.
That day, he finished singing "The Resurrected Murderer" in a tavern, packed away his Layakin, and looked down only to find a asly three silver coins scattered at his feet.
Kieren bent down, picked them up one by one, blew off the dust, and placed them in his withered coin purse.
When he looked up again, he saw Mrs. McGlin.
She was the widow of a knight, human, who had just celebrated her fifty-ninth birthday last month and weighed around two hundred pounds. She wore a thick layer of makeup, but it still couldn’t hide the wrinkles on her face.
Mrs. McGlin waited for Kieren to finish singing, and then clapped desperately, all the while wearing an expression of ecstasy on her face.
"What a delightful song!" exclaid the knight’s widow. "You sing wonderfully, my little bird. You should co to my house and continue to showcase your voice. I guarantee that I’ll pay you a satisfying sum."
"Uh, thank you for your kindness, but I’m a bit tired today, not in the best shape," Kieren said while picking up the remaining half-cup of barley beer from the table, taking a sip to moisten his throat.
"I would really love to visit your ho and sing all my proud works for you, Mrs. McGlin, but not today. Just wait two more days, and I will surely co see you."
As a minstrel, Kieren had an abundance of survival tactics and a flexible moral baseline.
Sotis, he didn’t mind using his handso face to comfort the dried-up hearts and bodies of those ladies and misses a little.
Engaging with them in deeper interactions in exchange for so necessary artistic patronage.
But with soone like Mrs. McGlin, unless he was unbearably hungry, Kieren hoped the friendship between them could be more pure and less vulgar.
He dismissed the amorous widow with a few words and walked out of the tavern to see a fool squatting inside a barrel on the open ground.
The barrel was wrapped in black cloth, leaving only a head on top, singing out loud.
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