Mystery: From the Shadow World

Chapter 1: Resurrecting a Soul from a Borrowed Corpse
In the dim room, the blond boy covered his abdomen and curled up continuously, his expression distorted by pain. He sniffed lightly, and the unpleasant smell forced him to open his eyes.

What caught his eye was the sticky red liquid in his hand. The smell of rust made Jiang Feng stand there in a daze. He didn't even care about the surrounding environment and tremblingly lifted up his bloodstained work clothes.

However, the expected horrific wound on the abdomen did not appear, only some coal dust and mud that are unbearable for modern people.

When the worst situation did not happen, the feeling of relief seemed to temporarily dilute the disgust. Jiang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, dragged his weak body to stand up and looked around.

Where is this?

The walls were covered with stains, the wooden bed was barely clean, and the cabinet next to it had all sorts of debris scattered on the floor.

A sharp pain swept over his brain, as if something was about to pierce his skull. Jiang Feng covered his head and let unknown memories surge like a tide.

Philip Howard was born in Backlund, the head of Wandu in the Loen Kingdom in the northern continent. Both his parents were members of the restrained faction of the secret organization "Rose School", including himself.
Because both his parents are Beyonders, he has been half Beyonder since he was a child. He drank the "Prisoner" potion three years ago. However, a few days later, the moderate faction was hunted down by the mainstream indulgence faction.
Philip's parents sacrificed their lives to give him a chance to live, and the latter did his best and hid in White Whale Street in the East District of Backlund.

In this almost slum-like place, Philip wore tattered work clothes, did more than ten hours of dirty and tiring work every day, and did not do anything suspicious.

But even so, the indulgent faction still came up and killed him easily.

Thinking of this, the memory comes back again
A thin and strong man stood in this room, approaching the begging "him" in a playful manner, his black nails as long as daggers scratched across his belly, blood splattered and flowed, and then he fell silent.

"Werewolf", Tyr!

Jiang Feng subconsciously clenched his fists.

Invisible anger lingered in his heart. The experience of his predecessor Philip made him feel as if he had experienced it himself. The blood flowing from his body under his feet further fueled this emotion.

But why am I alive?

After reluctantly accepting that he had traveled to a different world similar to the Victorian era, Jiang Feng had this question in his mind.

The blood that had not yet completely dried up and the severe pain caused by the fatal injury in the memory all proved that the original owner of this body, Philip Howard, was completely dead.

Could it be that he is resurrecting from the dead?

Since there are such things as extraordinary people in this world, events like reincarnation should not be considered superstition. It can barely explain why Jiang Feng leaned against the wall, digesting this information to reassure himself.

To be fair, compared to this dirty and shabby place, he suddenly wanted to wake up in his small but familiar and satisfying rental house. The environment there could be called heaven.

But that's the reality.

Jiang Feng, no, Philip closed his eyes and sighed, touched his whole body, and found nothing except cold bloodstains, so he could only check in this room.

Several holes were roughly opened in the cupboard, and the pile of miscellaneous items that were originally neatly arranged were inevitably kicked over. It seemed that the damn "werewolf" had taken away everything here that was of a little value.

"It's to be expected, but damn it."

Philip walked to the cupboard and took out a black coat and brown shoulder bag that barely had any unpleasant smell, and couldn't wait to change out of his work clothes.

The bag was empty, not even a penny.

Of course, even if there really was one, it would be a simple matter for the werewolf to reach out and take it. Aside from those middle-class or upper-class people who valued the appearance of being seen, no one would be unwilling to bend down and pick up a coin. If this situation continued, even if there was no danger, starvation was inevitable.

However, Philip did not panic. Instead, he turned the bag over and shook it vigorously with the opening facing down, trying to make the inside cleaner, even though the effectiveness of this was questionable.

After all, hiding private money is the instinct of many people. The assets that only one knows about are the ones that make people feel at ease and most desired. The boy's eyes passed over the sundries and turned to the wooden bed in the corner, or to be precise, under the bed.

He walked to the bed, put his bag away, then held his breath, lay down, put his head under the bed, and stretched out his right hand based on the scene in his memory and began to grope in the darkness.

As his fingertips touched something hard, Philip was invigorated. He grasped it and pulled it out. A black square box covered with tiny scratches and dust appeared in his hand.

The heavy texture made him involuntarily open the box. The gold coins that were still conspicuous in the dim light caught his eye. These were the real gold pounds of the Kingdom of Loen, a total of twenty-two coins.

In addition, there are five silver soles and ten copper pennies for small purchases. After all, sometimes it is inconvenient to only have hundred-dollar bills on you.

Philip carried it to the window and looked at it in the faint crimson moonlight.

Um, Crimson Moonlight?

In the dark night sky, the crimson moon shone on the earth. It was bright and peaceful, yet it inexplicably made Philip feel terrified.

Even with nearly twenty years of experience in his memory as a foundation, he still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw the red moon.

Clang, clang.
The slight sound of coins colliding brought him back to his senses. He stared at them. The image of the current King of Loen, George III, was printed on them. His mustache and serious and old-fashioned appearance were so unfamiliar.

After a few seconds, he shook his head and was about to throw the money into the bag, but then a question occurred to him: "Wait, isn't it safe to have gold coins jingling in there in the middle of the night?"

He didn't have high expectations for public security, so he took out several white shirts from the cupboard, wrapped a few gold coins in each shirt, and stuffed them into his bag after making sure there would be no noise.

As for the soula and pennies, they were placed in the two pockets of his coat respectively.

That way there won't be any problem.

As all the gold coins were taken out, a lot of banknotes were neatly placed inside the box. These were the banknotes given to Philip by his parents. Although there were only three hundred pounds, it was a huge sum of money for ordinary people.

Philip picked up a tattered bowler hat and put it on his head. He piled the banknotes into a pile and put them into his trouser pocket, which was protected by his shoulder bag and coat. Then he opened the door, ready to welcome the cool and fresh air as if taking a walk on a blue star at night, to relieve his depressed mood.

However, times are different.

The moment he pushed open the door, a smell even stronger than that in the room rushed in, causing him to open his eyes wide as he breathed subconsciously. He quickly closed the door and bent down to cover his mouth.

It was the middle of the night, and Philip was a man who was supposed to be dead, so he didn't dare to make any noise to attract attention, but the smell was really...
The lingering smell of sweat, the pungent smell of inferior coal, the urine smell and rotting water smell from the public restroom made him somewhat nostalgic for the room he had once disliked.

As expected, good and bad are revealed through comparison.

Hold on, hold on, just for a moment.

Philip clenched his fists, holding the copper coin he used to play with to ease his mood, took a deep breath, and then walked out again, closing the door quickly and restrainedly.

(End of this chapter)