Chapter 3

  Early morning. Forest.

  A drop of dew falling from a leaf above landed on his face, and Tang Yin's eyelids twitched slightly as he lay flat under the tree, then slowly came to.

  He had a splitting headache, as if countless steel needles were growing inside his brain and stabbing randomly.

  He groaned painfully, raised his hand and rubbed his forehead hard. After a while, he felt slightly stronger. He slowly opened his eyes, looked around at the scenery, and the more he looked, the wider his eyes became. In the end, he unknowingly stood up, looking around at the dense forest in a daze.

  If I'm not mistaken, wasn't I staying at an inn? How did I suddenly end up in the woods?

  Knitting his brows into a knot, Tang Yin couldn't figure out what was going on. If someone had moved him here while he was sleeping, it was almost impossible - first of all, no one would do such a thing, and secondly, no one could do it, even if he was asleep, he was still very vigilant, and no one could approach him without making a sound.

  Just then, a gust of mountain wind blew through the forest, causing Tang Yin to shiver and break out in goosebumps. He looked down and his old face turned red with embarrassment, for he was stark naked, not a stitch on him, his clothes having vanished into thin air.

  What's going on? This is really unlucky! Tang Yin's body went soft, leaning against an old tree beside him, closing his eyes, quietly recalling what had happened last night.

  He was drinking in the dance hall when a woman came to chat him up, and then four young thugs came to cause trouble. At the time, he didn't pay attention to them, but later in the alley behind the dance hall, he killed all four of the young thugs. Afterwards, he sent the woman who had been drugged to the hospital and returned to his hotel to rest. But when he woke up, he was here, and even his clothes were gone. This is really too strange.

  Thinking of this, Tang Yin couldn't help but shake his head and sigh bitterly.

  Is it an enemy who has come after him? If so, the other party would have killed him long ago and wouldn't have gone to such great lengths. Is it a friend's prank? He doesn't have friends, strictly speaking only one, and that person would never play such a trick on him. What is going on then? Tang Yin racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

  "What the hell!" Tang Yin muttered to himself, he turned back and looked at the old tree behind him, then took a few steps back, suddenly his body pounced forward, using his hands and feet, his agile body like a civet cat, in just a few moves he climbed up to the treetop.

  He climbed to a high point with great effort, shading his eyes with his hand and gazing into the distance. What entered his line of sight was a vast expanse of green, an endless forest that seemed to have no end, blending seamlessly into the sky. It wasn't so bad if he didn't look, but after taking a glance, Tang Yan secretly curled his lips - now he could be certain that this definitely wasn't Chengdu, because Chengdu absolutely did not have such a vast and primitive forest.

  What place is this?

  Tang Yin bit his lip, slid slowly down the tree trunk, and came down from the tree. If it were someone else, they would probably feel desperate at this time, with no long objects on their body, mysteriously arriving in a huge forest, thinking of survival, basically impossible, while Tang Yin was only surprised, but had no fear in his heart.

  He has been living in the deep mountains and forests of Northeast China since he was a child, and the forest is an extremely familiar place for him. Compared to here, the forests in Northeast China are more harsh, and those who have not experienced spitting on the ground and turning into ice particles will not understand. He can survive in the -40 or -50 degree forests of Northeast China, let alone here?

  However, the pair of swords he often used were now useless, which pained Tang Yin greatly. For a warrior like him, his weapon was his life; losing his swords was equivalent to losing half his life.

  He looked around, picked up a broken branch from the ground, skillfully broke off the twigs on it, and made a wooden stick. In an unfamiliar forest, danger lurked everywhere, having a stick was at least a lifesaving weapon.

  Then he used a small branch that had been broken off to weave a ring shape, which he placed under his crotch, covering * up.

  After everything was done, Tang Yin waved his hand and gritted his teeth, saying: "If I find out who did it, I will never forgive him!"

  He judged the general direction by the position of the sun, thought for a moment, and walked northward with big strides.

  He didn't know which direction to go in order to leave the forest as quickly as possible, and was completely relying on intuition.

  The forest seemed to have no end, and Tang Yin walked from dawn till noon, still within the forest. He was getting more and more bewildered - where did such a vast expanse of forest come from? It was really hard to understand who would go to so much trouble to get himself here. His heart was full of questions.

  Just as he was about to climb the tree again to get a better sense of direction, suddenly, he heard a series of loud roars coming from ahead. Due to the great distance, the sound was very muffled and low. Tang Yin's spirit was shaken, and after being stunned for a moment, he tightly grasped the wooden stick in his hand, swung open his legs, and quickly ran towards the direction where the sound came from.

  The farther forward he ran, the clearer and more chaotic the sounds became. There were clashing and fighting sounds of metal objects, shouting voices, and ear-piercing screams...

  Too many voices mixed together, chaotic to the point of being unable to make out individual sounds. This made Tang Yin feel as if he was approaching a large battlefield. But thinking about it, it's also quite laughable - who would be fighting in the forest? And with cold weapons at that. If it were an underworld organization, it would be even more ridiculous - what would they be fighting for in this desolate and uninhabited place?

  The trees in the forest became more and more sparse, and large areas of grassland increased. It felt like they were approaching a chaotic place. Tang Yin gradually slowed down his speed, and his body unconsciously bent down, carefully moving forward.

  His attention was focused ahead, and suddenly his feet went soft, and he was tripped up by something soft and fluffy. Tang Yin lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud. Fortunately, it was grassy terrain, so he didn't feel any pain from the fall. He cursed under his breath as he scrambled to his feet, turned around, and took one look. His face immediately showed shock. It turned out that what had tripped him up was a person - someone covered in blood, lying motionless on the ground.

  Tang Yin sucked in a breath of cool air, furrowing his brow as he gazed intently at that person.

  He was wearing a black long shirt, with a leather armor smeared with black dye on his chest, boots on his feet, and a long spear tightly held in his hand. Looking up at his head, he wore a steel helmet made of black iron, and just looking at this outfit, it's almost indistinguishable from that of an ancient soldier.

  Is this a movie shoot? Tang Yin burst out laughing, looked around and saw that the sounds of fighting were all around him, but there was no camera in sight. It was clear that the camera wasn't even here, this actor playing dead was really dedicated! Thinking this, he picked up his stick and poked the man's body a few times, saying: "Get up, brother, your scene is over!"

  That person lay on the ground without any reaction, not moving at all, and even seemed to have stopped breathing. His pale, ashen face was no different from that of a dead man.

  Tang Yin raised an eyebrow, slowly pulling the stick back, and saw that the head of the stick was stained with blood from the man's body. He touched it with his finger, sticky, and sniffed it, smelling a sweet and fishy smell. Tang Yin was experienced and immediately realized that this was real blood, not fake. He stared wide-eyed, leaned in close to the man, reached out and felt the man's neck, cold to the touch, no pulse at all.

  Wow! Tang Yin was shocked, this is a real dead person, not a fake one. This is not acting in a movie, but a real fight! It's just strange that there are still people wearing such clothes nowadays. Tang Yin stood up and wanted to go through the forest to see what's going on outside. He took two steps and stopped again, looking down at his own body which was only covered by a circle of tree branches, this is even more shocking than the dead person's appearance.

  He sighed, turned around to look at the corpse on the ground, and then walked back, muttering: "Friend, sorry, your clothes are more useful on me than on you!" As he spoke, he quickly stripped off the corpse's clothes and put them on himself. At this time, Tang Yin did not know that when he wore these clothes, his life began to undergo a thorough change.

  Tang Yin was of medium build, and as long as the clothes weren't too special in size, he could basically wear them. Wearing the dead man's clothes, although the sticky blood made Tang Yin feel uncomfortable, it was still much better than going out naked. Finally, he picked up the leather armor, weighed it in his hand, felt that it was quite heavy, and casually threw it away, but instead pulled out the long spear from the corpse's hand, holding it in his hand, and indeed, when encountering danger, the long spear was much more useful than the stick he had made earlier.

  Clothes were ready, and so were the weapons. Tang Yin glanced at the corpses on the ground, let out a sinister laugh, took a deep breath, and slipped away into the woods with his companions.

  As he emerged from the forest and parted the dense wild grass, he looked up and gazed out, and was instantly stunned by the scene before his eyes.