The first thing Qin Yi did when he opened his eyes was that he was startled by his loud crying.
"Wow——"
Wait.
He looked down at his hands, and saw two tender, fleshy little fists waving wildly in the air. Feeling the state of his body again, he was naked, wrapped in a piece of red cloth, and stuffed in a bamboo basket.
There were footsteps and whispers outside the bamboo basket.
"Uncle Jiu, can this kid really do it? That thing in the back mountain..." A young voice sounded uneasy.
