"Boom—!"
The purple-black thunder ripped through the early summer night sky in Bianliang City like a manic dragon. In a dilapidated thatched house on the outskirts of the city, Lin Yue opened his eyes suddenly. It was as if a ball of red-hot iron had been stuffed into his chest, which burned him so much that he almost couldn't breathe.
He remembered that he was debugging the prototype machine that was said to be able to "capture space-time particles" in the laboratory. An out-of-control electric arc rushed onto the operating table, followed by a spinning and severe pain. But now...
There was a strange smell mixed with musty and herbs lingering on the tip of his nose. Under him was a hard wooden bed, and he was covered with a burlap quilt that had been patched several times. Lin Yue struggled to sit up, but found that his body was extremely weak, his arms were as thin as a clothes pole, and he felt dizzy with the slightest exertion.
"Where is this?" He said in a hoarse voice, his voice so unfamiliar that it even startled him.
At this moment, a soft and anxious female voice sounded at the door: "Brother Lin, are you awake?"
Lin Yue looked around and saw a girl wearing a light green skirt walking in quickly holding a pottery bowl. She was about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a double bun, a few strands of hair stuck to her smooth forehead, and her cheeks were slightly red from the rush. The most eye-catching thing was the eyes, which were as bright as obsidian dipped in a clear spring, and were filled with real concern at the moment.
The moment he saw the girl, Lin Yue suddenly had a flood of memories that did not belong to him - the original owner of this body was also named Lin Yue. He was a poor scholar whose parents had died, and he could barely make ends meet by relying on charity from his neighbors. Three days ago he went to the river to fight
