Wu Muming was woken up by the cold.
One moment he was still in the light of the explosion in the laboratory, but now he was awakened by the cold.
Like every starting male protagonist, he woke up in an orphanage.
But he was worse.
He woke up in the orphanage's utility room.
Apart from the muddy floor and the dust floating in the air, he only had a musty-smelling wooden barrel and a mop covered with black fungus for company.
Wu Muming tried to move his fingers stiffly, only to feel the pain as if being minced by a meat grinder spread throughout his body from the deepest part of his soul, causing him to tremble all over, and a large amount of air full of musty smell and dust poured into him. In his lungs, Wu Muming coughed and breathed in the air greedily, feeling the feeling of his body slowly getting warmer.
Accompanied by rapid breathing and violent coughing, countless fragmented memories flooded into his brain.
Wu Muming was originally a good young man in the 21st century. When he stayed up late doing experiments, he happened to encounter an explosion in the laboratory upstairs.
He didn't die in the explosion, but the explosion collapsed the floor and a one-ton ultra-low temperature refrigerator fell into the air.
Wu Muming died suddenly on the spot.
It doesn't even hurt.
The dead thief is peaceful.
Then he woke up in this utility room.
Interestingly, this body is also called Wu Muming, whose English name is Tierra Wu. Like him, he was born on June 28, 1980. He has the same parents and the same appearance as him.
But the only difference is that Wu Muming’s parents immigrated to the UK during the immigration wave in the 1980s with unrealistic foreign dreams.
A week after the plane landed, he was shot dead in a dark alley next to the theater.
Tragic, really miserable.
Tiera here was also sent directly to the orphanage, and died of hypothermia at night an hour ago.
In the 1980s, discrimination against Chinese people was still quite serious.
This kind of discrimination is reflected in all aspects, including schools, workplaces, government agencies, restaurants, and of course, orphanages are no exception.
And sometimes, this kind of discrimination between children is worse and more blatant.
Among a group of blond orphans, you are the only one with black hair and black eyes. If not you, who will bully you?
From the little things at the beginning, being robbed of food and toys, to being picked on, pushed and beaten, and now being doused with cold water as a prank and locked in the utility room.
Tiera Wu, who was already in poor health, died of hypothermia at night.
After lying on the ground for a while, Tiera slowly sat up, slowly placed her right hand on the wrist of her left hand, and silently counted sixty seconds.
"The heartbeat is fine."
Tiela majored in biology and medicine in her previous life. Although she was not a pure medical student, she still knew some simple medical methods.
"Huh?" After taking her own pulse, Tiera discovered that there was a ring on the ring finger of her left hand that obviously did not match his current identity. "This is..."
There were no windows in the utility room, and the door was closed. It was already time to turn off the lights, and the surroundings were pitch black. Tiera had to fumble with her right hand.
The ring felt a bit like it was carved from some kind of bone.
The ring was larger than his ring finger. It was uneven and seemed to have some patterns carved on it. The patterns were densely covered with the entire ring.
In the dark, a person's other senses are amplified.
Tiera touched it back and forth twice before she could barely identify these patterns that she would never notice at ordinary times. They seemed to be extremely distorted English words.
"th...mer...el...eas...gol...la...ei...lin..."
Tiera tried to read the words based on the intervals between the patterns and the English pronunciation.
When the last syllable blurted out, Tiera, who was in the utility room, suddenly disappeared, as if being erased by an eraser.
The next moment Tiera's eyes lit up and she appeared in a dark library.
“Ugh~~”
Although Tiera's stomach was empty, she still couldn't help but retched. She felt as sick as if she had been on a roller coaster for five hours straight.
Tiera lay on the ground as weak as a dead dog. After the feeling subsided a little, he turned over and lay on the ground with his face up.
What Tiera saw was a very wide ceiling far away from him. Below the ceiling was a neatly repaired stone wall, which became smaller in circles. Even on the ground floor where Tiera was, it was nearly 500 square meters in size. . It is an inverted pyramid-shaped building, roughly estimated to have at least a thousand floors, each floor is only half a person high, and each floor is hollow. It was filled with various books and scrolls.
After regaining a little strength, Tiera sat up. Only then did he see a very simple wooden table standing next to him. On the wooden table were piles of rolls of parchment and a lamp made of strange stones. Composed table lamp.
Tiera slowly crawled towards the wooden table and sat down directly on the wooden chair in front of the wooden table.
The parchment papers on the table were piled up in a very messy manner, and a few were even torn into pieces and crumpled into paper balls.
Tiera picked up a piece of parchment at random. It was filled with a dense and twisted text, which looked a bit like English, but not exactly the same. After staring at it for a while, Tiera felt dizzy. .
However, when his fingers touched these words, a shuddering message flooded into his brain.
"...Among all the universes and all living beings, except for those gods and descendants personally reproduced by the Supreme Mother Goddess, there is no living being that can compare..."
Tiera was so frightened that she quickly took her hand away.
Then he went to touch another parchment with his fingers.
"...Peel the manli fruits that were knocked down by thunderstorms, dry them in the sun, crush them, and take two spoons..."
Tiera stared at the twisted words.
He was certain that he did not recognize these words, but when his fingers touched these words, the knowledge represented by these words automatically flooded into his brain.
After reading a few pieces of parchment, Tiera had a vague suspicion in her mind, and walked towards the grotto closest to him with a heavy face.
Tiera's hand carefully ran across the spines of the books, and one title after another filled with blasphemy and evil feelings flowed into his brain.
The biggest and thickest one..."Necronomicon"
A thin one, like an ordinary textbook... "The Book of Unknown Sacrifice"
Tall and thin, wrapped in an unknown hard leather shell... "Raleye Text"
A thin book, sewn with cotton thread like an ancient Chinese book... "Seven Chapters of Xuanjun..."
Whoosh, the ancient book flew out from the bookshelf and fell in front of Tiera. The pages of the book automatically unfolded in front of Tiera without any wind.
Tiera had never felt that Chinese characters were so terrifying and disgusting at this moment.
He knew every word on it. The moment his eyes came into contact with the two pages of Chinese characters, the hairs all over Tiera's body stood up, as if some incomprehensible knowledge had been forced into his soul, causing confusion. Screams and incomprehensible images filled his mind.
The goosebumps all over my body popped up one by one, getting bigger and bigger, and crowded into translucent and sticky pustules.
