Zuo Qingcang opened his eyes and felt a splitting headache. His years of training made him want to get up immediately and be alert of his surroundings.
However, when he moved his waist slightly, he found that his lower body was unprecedentedly weak. It was difficult for him to even sit up, let alone turn over.
'Anesthetic? Or drugs? '
As Zuo Qingcang thought about this in his mind, he began to move his eyes to observe his surroundings.
The wooden roof, the dim light, the unique smell of the sea, and the sound of waves crashing in his ears.
'I'm at sea? In a boat? ' Zuo Qingcang had been rolling in hell since he was a child, so he wasn't surprised that someone wanted to deal with him. However, he didn't expect to be transported to the sea in a simple boat. It didn't seem necessary.
'My last memory was of sleeping in a room at the Sheraton Hotel.'
'The alarm didn't go off.'
'The food was tested, and there was no problem.'
As Zuo Qingcang thought about how he had been brought to the sea, he slowly exerted force with his hands, trying to get himself to sit up.
This action made him discover two new things.
One was that the other party didn't use any means to bind him and just threw him on the bed. The other was that there was something wrong with his body.
Half leaning against the bed, Zuo Qingcang looked at his hands, then at his chest, stomach, and thighs under his clothes.
'The scars are gone.'
'The size of my body has changed. The length of my hands and the circumference of my chest are stronger than before.'
Then, he carefully touched his face and frowned even more. "My skin is very rough. My cheekbones are higher than mine, and my chin is longer than mine."
Even now, he remained calm and tried to use his experience to judge the situation in front of him.
"Hallucinogens, or did you perform a large-scale plastic surgery on me?"
'But what's the point of this? If they want to interrogate me, it would be more effective to tie me up and torture me. '
Zuo Qingcang used his thumb and forefinger to gently ruffle his hair as he continued to ponder. His hair has also turned into curly hair. Did I perm it? He also helped me make a bun. If I let it go, my hair will be about the length of a shawl. '
The situation seemed to be getting stranger and stranger. It was not that Zuo Qingcang had not been caught before. It was not that he had not caught anyone before, but under those circumstances, he had encountered someone lying on the operating table who wanted to skin him alive.
He had also seen people hanging people from trees and preparing to feed them to lions.
He had even encountered people who were soaked in water dungeons and prepared to throw human-eating rats inside.
However, it was his first time encountering such a drastic change in his body after waking up.
What he didn't know was that in some places, some entertainment works called this experience transmigration.
He was still using his past knowledge and experience to understand the situation in front of him.
He tried to stand up, but found that he couldn't exert any strength in his legs. It seemed that the other party had drugged him more than he had imagined.
He could only rely on his hands to move on the bed. Fortunately, in terms of strength, his current body seemed to have surpassed that of the past. Even with just his hands, he could move himself smoothly.
However, there was nothing to see in the room. There was a wooden bed, a wooden table, and a candle shade on the table. The cabin kept swaying slightly with the waves, and from time to time, it made creaking sounds. All of this gave Zuo Qingcang a sense of backwardness and antiquity.
Zuo Qingcang believed that only a lunatic would do something meaningless. Therefore, he began to think as he observed.
However, just as Zuo Qingcang was slowly thinking, a memory that didn't belong to him began to pop up in his mind from time to time.
It was the memory of a man named Liu Zhicheng.
In the memory, Liu Zhicheng was a sergeant in the Northern Army of the Da Qi State. Half a year ago, when he returned to his hometown to visit his family, he found that his old father had been carelessly buried.
After some investigation, he found out that his father had been hit by a horse on the street. The person riding the horse was the youngest son of Prince Yu, Cao Sheng.
Prince Yu was the uncle of the current emperor. How could Liu Zhicheng deal with his youngest son? After a struggle, Cao Sheng was unharmed. Instead, it was Liu Zhicheng who was asked to lower his head and admit his mistake.
In his anger, Liu Zhicheng attacked Cao Sheng, but he was defeated in one move. After that, he was transferred out of the Northern Army. In name, he was promoted, but in reality, he was demoted. He was sent to the colony of the New World with the fleet.
However, this was only the beginning. Perhaps to Prince Yu, Liu Zhicheng was an insignificant ant. However, to the people below him, Liu Zhicheng was a channel for them to curry favor with Prince Yu.
Zuo Qingcang knew all too well about this kind of political strife. Perhaps Prince Yu didn't want to pursue Liu Zhicheng, but as long as he didn't make a clear statement, his silent attitude was enough to make countless people under him act like piranhas. In order to establish a relationship with Prince Yu, to curry favor with Prince Yu, or to avoid offending Prince Yu, they did all sorts of things to suppress Liu Zhicheng.
It could be said that Prince Yu didn't need to say a word. Liu Zhicheng would never be able to make a name for himself in the Da Qi State. All his superiors, his colleagues, and his subordinates would collectively exclude him as if they had a tacit understanding.
Liu Zhicheng's following memories quickly confirmed Zuo Qingcang's judgment. On the way to the New World, he was not only excluded in all sorts of ways. There were even people who attacked him.
Carefully recalling the persecution Liu Zhicheng suffered along the way, Zuo Qingcang frowned slightly. According to his thinking, Prince Yu shouldn't have ordered his subordinates to do such things. It was more likely the idea of Prince Yu's youngest son, Cao Sheng, to have someone kill him on the ship to the New World.
According to Liu Zhicheng's memories, although he was defeated by Cao Sheng in one move, he kept speaking rudely. Perhaps it was just a matter of cursing. He knew very well that no matter which world's history it was, there was no lack of princes with strong backgrounds who would seek revenge for the smallest grievance.
However, for Zuo Qingcang, now was not the time to think about the reasons. He wasn't thinking about why he returned to the Da Qi State and why he became a person named Liu Zhicheng. It was also not the time to complain that Liu Zhicheng left him with such a mess.
The most important thing now was to survive. He had completely lost feeling in the lower half of his body. It was obvious that the longer the drug was administered, the stronger the effect would be.
At this time, the other party could rush in at any time. Half of his body was paralyzed, and he had no longer anything in his hands. He was like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.
According to Liu Zhicheng's memories, this should be a kind of powder called the Hero's Fall. It was used in the military to imprison martial arts experts. The antidote should be in the hands of the other party.
Zuo Qingcang frowned and raised his head to observe the surroundings again. First, he looked at the candle lamp. After ten seconds, he saw Zuo Qingcang loosening his bun, and his long hair fell directly on his shoulders.
Next, he began to pull out his hair, one strand after another. His thirty to forty centimeters long hair was pulled out by him one by one, and then he tied them together in front and back, connecting them into a thin strand more than two meters long.
He moved his body with both hands and tied one end of the thin strand to the base of the candle lamp, and the other end to his pinky finger.
In the dim light, coupled with the thin strand of hair, it was impossible to see this arrangement without paying attention.
Then, Zuo Qingcang flipped open the bedding on the ship and saw the wooden bed board. As he imagined, this ship was very old. Not only was the bed board on the ship full of mold, but there were also several obvious cracks and loosening.
The thing that had let out creaking sounds earlier was the bed board under Zuo Qingcang.
So, he directly pulled out a sharp wooden spike that was as thick as a thumb and as long as a palm from the crack on the bed board. Like a dagger, he hid the wooden spike behind his back.
This was the only weapon he could find in the room. Then, he closed his eyes and leaned on the bed, motionless, as if he had fallen asleep.
About five minutes later, the door of the room was opened, and a pair of footsteps entered Zuo Qingcang's ears.
Listening to the footsteps, Zuo Qingcang's eyes were still closed, and he silently judged, 'A person … His footsteps are very light.'
The person walked about one meter in front of Zuo Qingcang and stopped.
Silence fell in the room. The person seemed to be surprised by Zuo Qingcang's calmness and silence. Finally, he couldn't help but speak. It was the voice of a middle-aged man. As soon as he said the word 'Liu', Zuo Qingcang made his move.
He had been waiting for this moment. The fingers that were tied to his hair pulled violently, and the candle fell to the ground in an instant. The candle was extinguished in mid-air.
The whole room turned pitch-black. The sudden change of light and darkness made the person unable to see anything at this moment.
Zuo Qingcang's eyes, which had been closed all this time, opened at this moment. Not only could his eyes adapt to the darkness faster than the person, but his other hand, before he opened his eyes, grabbed the wooden spike and stabbed it in the direction of the person's voice.
When Zuo Qingcang realized that there was only one person, he had already decided to make his move. In less than a second after the candle was extinguished, the wooden spike had already pierced deep into the person's thigh.
"Ah!" The person cried out in pain and fell down. Zuo Qingcang had already calmly pulled out the wooden spike and stabbed the person's other thigh.
With a squelch, the wooden spike pierced into the person's thigh muscle about six to seven centimeters deep.
The person knelt on the ground. Zuo Qingcang grabbed the person's throat and squeezed so hard that the person made gurgling noises.
In the darkness, the person's eyes could not see anything. However, Zuo Qingcang could barely make out the person's silhouette. It was a tall and thin man.
He stretched out his left hand and let his fingers reach into the wound on the person's thigh. Two fingers kept twisting and turning in the person's flesh. The man's whole body immediately struggled violently. However, Zuo Qingcang's two fingers were in the man's wound, so he did not dare to struggle vigorously. This was because every time he struggled, it would cause heart-wrenching pain.
Zuo Qingcang's devilish voice traveled into the man's ears from his mouth.
"If my fingers continue to touch, I'll tear open the blood vessels in your thigh. When that happens, no one will be able to save you.
"If you don't want to die, tell me where the antidote is."
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