When the red moon hung in the sky, Xu Lingang finished typing the last report he had worked overtime all night. The computer screen in front of him suddenly exploded into a crimson ball, and then the world began to spin. The feeling of weightlessness engulfed him like a tide. When he opened his eyes again, all that was left was the tattered thatch roof and the lingering musty and rancid smell on the tip of his nose.
"Wake up, wake up! This kid is awake!" A rough voice blasted in his ears. Xu Lin frowned and sat up, feeling as if his bones were falling apart. He raised his eyes and saw seven or eight lean and dark men blocking the door of the small hut, holding wooden sticks and hoes in their hands, staring directly at the bag of grains that came from unknown sources and was still intact at his feet.
"Hand over the food!" The leading man's face was full of anger, spittle flying everywhere, "In this world, it is not easy for anyone, don't force us to do it!"
Xu Lin's mind hadn't completely turned around yet, he only felt that this scene was absurd yet real. He shrank back subconsciously and glanced outside the house - the yellow fields were cracked, the mountains and forests in the distance were dark, and there was a vague fishy smell floating in the air. This was not a city he was familiar with, not even like any dynasty he knew.
"I say it again, hand over the food!" The man took a step forward, the wooden stick making a "bang bang" sound in his hand.
At this moment, a cold mechanical sound suddenly sounded in Xu Lin's mind: [The host soul is detected to be stable, and the Ten Thousand Realms Synthesis System is being bound... The binding is successful!
