World Traveler

That is, it seems like I haven't seen Wuming for a month.

Yanan, who realized something, was suddenly dragged away by an inexplicable force, and no matter how he resisted, he could not stop it.

The feeling was like suddenly stepping on empty air or falling from a great height in a dream, and Yanan woke up instantly.

"Wow! What's going on?"

Well, the dream of turning into a butterfly is gone, and Yanan has turned back into a human again.

Looking down, he saw that a wolf had bitten the buttocks of his own corpse.

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No, the feeling of my corpse will be transmitted to my soul?

Moreover, whether this corpse has any neurological reaction is one thing, but this damn thing can even wake me up from my dream!

And...it felt like more than a month had passed, but in reality, no more than a day had passed.

Before Yanan could think about it, the corpse suddenly reacted, jumped up from the ground, and punched the wolf that was biting Yanan's butt, knocking all its teeth out.

Afterwards, they searched for herbs in the nearby woods. Yanan, as a spirit, was unable to help and could only watch as the hosted system manipulated his corpse to...

The still warm corpse turned into a stiff corpse.

In particular, after the rubbed pill fell out of the cut throat, Yanan's face twitched uncontrollably in the soul state.

The AI of the hosting system seemed to have crashed for a while, and then, no one knew what logic it was thinking, but it picked up the pill, cut open its stomach and put it in.

Well, my intestines are coming out.

But the effect...

No matter how strong the medicinal effect of this thing is, it is still a so-called mortal elixir, not an immortal elixir. Therefore, all the organs in the body have died and the corpse naturally cannot absorb the medicinal properties.

After being down for a long time, the human-machine picked up the intestines on the ground, and stuffed them into its stomach without caring whether they were clean or not, and then strode forward in a certain direction.

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I was speechless, but there was nothing I could do. The corpse was no longer under Yanan's control, so I could only watch him running towards one place frantically.

Shouldn't the body go into rigor mortis?

Why does it seem like he runs so smoothly?

If the corpse becomes stiff later, will it turn into a jumping zombie?

Now... looking at the person below with his neck cut and intestines exposed, still running desperately, his face instantly turned black.

Is this evolution gone astray?

Aren't we in the East now? How did this evolve into a zombie?

One month's time...

This corpse can really run. It never stopped along the way. It traveled through mountains and rivers, and finally ran to this place. I don’t even know where this place is.

So, the corpse is almost unrecognizable. What is the system looking for?

There is a cliff in front of him... Is he planning to jump off the cliff to pick up the secret treasure of magic power?

But what magical power or secret treasure can save a corpse?

Well, just as I expected, it jumped down and fell heavily on the platform below...

The fall caused secondary injuries to the body, with multiple parts twisted and even many bones broken. The spine that supported the body to stand up was probably shattered.

Yanan studied it and found that the only thing left of the corpse was the left hand, which was relatively intact.

It was impossible to stand up in such a situation, so the human-machine controlled the twisted corpse and used his left hand to crawl into the ground bit by bit.

What's that game called? One-Hand Survival? It's about one hand, and you're trying to avoid aliens or something.

As soon as I entered, I saw a stone table with several bamboo scrolls, a powerful-looking sword and a decayed skeleton.

He moved the body to the stone table, raised his right hand, touched it, pulled out a bamboo slip, and spread it out.

At this moment, a magical thing happened. A strong wind suddenly blew up in the cave, turning the other bamboo slips and the skeleton into ashes and scattering them out of the cave.

After seeing this scene, Yanan’s eyes widened instantly.

He was not frightened, but he clearly realized that this was a mysterious power, or perhaps it was a method of cultivating immortality left by a predecessor.

God bless me! God bless me!

He bowed in the direction of the scattered ashes, then immediately began to carefully study the bamboo slips spread out before him...

"........."

Woohoo~ I only know Song, simplified and traditional Chinese characters. I can't understand the words engraved on it.

Which dynasty's font is engraved on it?

There is no way. This time I can’t blame the system. I can only blame myself for not learning enough knowledge.

Helplessly, Yanan could only start to memorize them. Even if he didn't recognize them, he forced himself to remember their appearance in his mind.

But after spending a day memorizing it, not to mention the inexplicable sense of familiarity in my mind, suddenly, a strange idea popped up.

This...this bamboo slip that records the method of cultivating immortality was probably copied down, right?

Is there something magical about the original version?

Don't hang up, hurry up and find me if there are any other magical places.

Yanan, realizing this, frantically urged the artificial idiot in his mind. After a while, it seemed that the artificial idiot passed the judgment and began to search the entire cave with his left arm.

He even took down the sword and looked at it carefully.

The sword is dark yellow all over.

There was dense French engraving on the sword. Yanan couldn't understand what was written, but it just looked very cool.

Looking at the hilt again, one side of the hilt was engraved with "Tai Chi" and the other side was engraved with "He", two large characters that were as unfamiliar as the bamboo slips.

The sword was very light and made of an unknown metal. Holding it in his hand, Yanan felt a deep sense of history.

This thing is at least 500 years old.

I even played with it in my hand and felt that apart from being indestructible, it had no other advantages.

But after searching the entire cave, he still found nothing. He saw that the sword in his hand had turned into a shovel, which he used to turn over the soil to search for the original so-called secret book of cultivating immortals.

After all, I am in this situation now. No matter how good this sword is, it is useless. I can only make the best use of it.

And if it breaks, that's even better. You don't have to look for it yourself. You can just chop it in half with the so-called dragon-slaying sword to see if there are any secrets hidden inside.

Under Yanan's command, they searched everywhere they thought there might be secret books, but in the end they found nothing.

Finally, although it was a bit impolite, Yanan still turned his gaze to the place where the skeleton disappeared.

I'm sorry, senior.

However, as the human-machine controlled the corpse, and its left hand just touched the few remaining pieces of cloth on the skeleton, something magical happened.

The other pieces of cloth turned into little butterflies, flapping their wings and slowly flying away from between the fingers.