My left hand hurts again.
Min Miogen jumped up from the wooden bed, soaking his cheap T-shirt with sweat. The street lights outside the window are dim, and the countdown to the college entrance examination is still posted on the wall - June 6th.
He looked down at his left hand.
The scar at the fracture is hideous, like a centipede. But at this moment, a dark red light shone from the depths of the scar.
"Hiss——"
Not an illusion. The broken arm felt like it was being burned with a soldering iron, and he gritted his teeth in pain. What's even weirder is that the ancient ancestral jade on his chest is also getting hot, and the temperature can be felt through his clothes.
"Coming."
A voice sounded in my head.
Min Miaogen froze.
"Who?"
"You can call me 'Yuan'." The voice was low, as if coming from a deep well, "There are still three hours and forty-seven minutes until the 'Secret Arrives.' Min Miogen, you are reborn."
Memory fragments suddenly exploded.
