Underworld entries, starting with ghost stories.

I'm probably going to die!

The ragged young man sat on the wooden board beside the incense table, looking up at the spirited swordswoman, and thought helplessly.

Three corpses lay beside him.

There were six more bodies outside the temple, just like the ones inside, their blood still wet.

The one who killed them was not the fifteen or sixteen-year-old female knight in front of them, wearing a pomegranate red arrow-sleeved fairy dress.

A group of soldiers from the county town came in and dragged the three corpses out, leaving three long, bloody trails.

Another military officer stood by the temple gate with his arms crossed, watching with interest the female warrior who was about to kill for the first time.

On the altar, even the incense burner had been stolen, and the thick layer of ash was stained with splattered blood.

The broken, unrecognizable statue of a malevolent god, with peeling paint, seemed to be looking down at the blood on the table, which was gradually being absorbed by the accumulated dust, its appearance ferocious.

"Uncle-Master, is this guy also a minor leader?" The female warrior in the pomegranate-red flowing fairy dress drew her sword with a clang and aimed it at the boy's throat.

The military officer at the temple gate snapped open the arrest warrant, glanced at the boy, and exclaimed, "Wu Qing! The advisor from Wuji Village!"

"Pfft... Is this kid also a clerk?" The female knight chuckled as she looked at the skinny young man who might not even be as old as herself.

She then flicked her sword and said, "Since you're the bandit leader, there's nothing more to say. A young man like you who has committed so many evils and ruled the mountains with thieves is lucky to die by my sword."

"Remember this, my name is Kong Fengjiao. Hmph, if you're not satisfied, come find me after you're dead."

It was Kong Fengjiao's first time killing someone, so she talked a lot.

She'll get used to it next time!

To become a chivalrous heroine, one must eventually get used to killing.

Today, let's practice on this scoundrel who harms the people and commits heinous crimes.

Wu Qing could also tell that this was the first time the female warrior had killed someone and she didn't have much experience.

This was also his first time being killed, and like the female warrior, he had little experience.

Since it was everyone's first time, he hoped that the talkative female warrior would soften at the last moment and not take his virginity.

Because he really didn't want to die!

But thinking about it carefully, even if the heroine didn't kill him, there was a military officer guarding the door, and a bunch of county soldiers outside cleaning up the corpses of the remaining bandits.

He's probably beyond saving!

About half a year ago, I inexplicably traveled to this world.

There were no extraordinary encounters, nor any famous scenes of pretentious poetry.

After actually traveling to the ancient world, I realized that forget about showing off, I couldn't even survive.

They could only survive by begging... yet everyone around them was begging.

They ate tree bark and swallowed grass roots, begging for a living everywhere, unable to even enter the city gates.

Sometimes, when we come across a village that hasn't been ravaged by rioters, we all rush in together, feeling as happy as if it were New Year's.

Then the line of people begging for survival grew even larger!

In just three months, he, in his physical body, became as thin as firewood from hunger.

The army begging for survival was scattered, and during their escape, he and a group of people were taken up the mountain by bandits from Wuji Village.

Because she could read, she was forced to keep accounts.

The village chief thought he was the only literate person in the mountains, so he made him his advisor.

They were called bandits who ruled the mountains, but in reality, they were all ordinary people who couldn't survive.

The exorbitant taxes and levies were simply unaffordable, and the wealthy and powerful were more terrifying than jackals and wolves.

The common people were forced to go up the mountain, to be closer to the wolves and to stay away from the rich and powerful.

Then they were wiped out; the elderly, women, and children were all doomed.

They had escaped from the back of the mountain, starving and exhausted, and were surrounded before they could sit down for long.

Wu Qing knew, of course, that becoming an outlaw was not a solution. But what else could he do?

After traveling back in time, I realized just how well I had been protected as a socialist overgrown child.

Wu Qing looked at the pretty girl, who seemed to be about his age, with pitiful eyes.

There is great terror between life and death! Even in this state, he still doesn't want to die.

The female knight-errant talks a lot; perhaps something unexpected will happen in the end.

Perhaps she will soften her heart and not only spare his life, but also tell the soldiers not to kill him either.

Maybe some important figure will suddenly jump out and shout "Spare his life!"... That's how it was portrayed in TV dramas in my previous life.

"Thieves and bandits, everyone has the right to kill them!" The girl flashed her sword beautifully.

The sword tip pierced the boy's throat, passing right through it.

Wu Qing looked down at the sword blade, which was now more than a foot shorter, his expression sorrowful.

It doesn't actually hurt, I just feel a little short of breath.

Kong Fengjiao sheathed her sword quickly, without drawing much blood.

She watched helplessly as the boy fell lopsided down, feeling a slight sense of satisfaction.

I didn't feel the psychological burden of killing as I had imagined beforehand.

Perhaps it was because he was originally acting out of chivalry, and the person he killed was a low-ranking bandit leader who deserved to die?

She took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the remaining blood from the sword: "Hmph! Remember to be a good person in your next life, and don't be a bandit again."

He casually tossed the blood-stained handkerchief onto the face of the boy lying on the ground.

He turned and left with a swift and elegant gesture.

Wu Qing knew that this time he was really going to die.

The female warrior is a martial artist, and even if it's her first time, a martial artist knows exactly how to kill someone.

Blood gushing from the artery rolled into the trachea, and the fractured cervical vertebrae caused the head to tilt to one side, with the top of the head pressing against the ground.

A bloodstained handkerchief drifted down in front of him.

There seemed to be some text on it, something like "System loaded successfully".

System loaded successfully?

The blood-stained handkerchief fell from his face, but the blood-stained words still lingered in his mind's eye.

It was indeed the six characters "System loaded successfully," but each stroke looked like the title of a horror movie, dripping with blood and constantly swaying.

No!

Brother, I'm about to take my last breath, and you're giving me the system?

[The Underworld Entry System is officially launched! (Note: Did you know that a person can die in a very underworldly way, and can also live an even more underworldly life!)]

[Host: Wu Qing!]

[Current Level: Ghost Story! (Note: The common people are terrified. If you're not afraid, who do you think you are?)]

[Bonus beginner phrase: "I died a terrible death!" (Note: You know what? You really did die a terrible death!)]

[Since the host has died, the passive skill "I died a terrible death!" is the only valid resurrection skill for the current host, and is therefore automatically loaded for the host!]

The soldiers dragged Wu Qing out and, along with the other corpses, pulled him behind the temple.

"His neck was broken, but his eyes were still open. He must have died with his eyes open in disgrace." Someone sighed.

"So, what are you doing as a bandit at such a young age?"

"Tch! It's one thing for that young lady to be ignorant, but are you just as ignorant as her? What bandits? They're just pathetic people who can't survive. Look at this child, he's as skinny as the crooked tree in front of my house."

They dug a hole at random and threw the emaciated corpses of the bandits into it.

One of them muttered, "Don't blame us, we're soldiers, you're thieves. Blame the world!"

The boy in the mass grave, though clearly dead, still stared with wide eyes, chilling the soldiers to the bone.

Quickly bury his face with soil.

Wu Qing looked at the soil and stones that were being thrown at him.

He was buried like that!

But he could still see the tag hanging on him: "I died a terrible death!"

He felt mocked by the system, and he had evidence to back it up.

I really died a terrible death... and then what?