Underworld entries, starting with ghost stories.

Wu Qing drifted forward in the dim night.

The dawn broke from the east, washing over his entire body.

Looking down at himself, he was enveloped in a mysterious aura, both real and ethereal, making it difficult to see clearly.

They waited until an hour had passed.

He suddenly felt a weight on his body, his feet touched the ground, and he knelt down, supporting himself with his hands, panting heavily.

He's alive!

When I was alive, I was afraid of dying. Now that I've come back to life after death, I realize how heavy it is to be alive.

[Ding! The host has been resurrected for the first time, achieving the achievement "I, Hu Hansan, am back!" The host can acquire the special skill "I want to verify the cards." Acquire: Yes/No?]

There are even achievements? This feels a bit like playing a game.

Furthermore, what do you mean by "I, Hu Hansan, have returned"? Do you think I'm some kind of counter-revolutionary local tyrant?

Wu Qing stood up unsteadily, feeling both sleepy and hungry.

It seems that resurrection only allows me to live to the state I was in before I was killed?

Choose to acquire skills.

[The host has gained the special skill "I want to verify the cards".]

【I Want to Examine Cards: Active skill, used to investigate the essence of all things in the world.】

Wu Qing attempted to activate the skill "I want to check the cards".

Looking down at the grass at my feet, I noticed a thin line of words hanging on it.

— "A wild grass".

No! I need you to tell me this is a weed?

Then I looked at a tree not far away, with the words "A Tree" hanging on it.

Look closer and focus your gaze on the branches of that tree.

— "A tree branch".

My gaze fell on the leaves.

—"A leaf".

What a ridiculous skill.

Wu Qing walked on.

"A stone," "a withered branch," "a sparrow," and so on—these were the kinds of entries we encountered along the way.

He found it boring and canceled the skill.

After all, he didn't need the system to tell him what those were—stones, withered branches, sparrows, or something like that.

Wu Qing dragged his thin and tired body along a long mountain road.

There was another dilapidated temple ahead.

Further away is a mountain, and on the mountain is a village.

At this moment, the gate of the village is charred black, and there are still embers deep inside, indicating that the entire village has been burned down.

That village is Wuji Village. For the past two months, he has been working as a secretary on the mountain.

Although being a clerk in a bandit stronghold has no future, at least you have a place to sleep and two meals a day.

That was the only time in the past six months that he had been able to solve his basic needs for food and clothing.

He ran into the dilapidated temple.

Like the previous temple, this dilapidated temple enshrined a deity that no one could recognize today, and that looked rather fierce, but it had long since fallen into disrepair.

Wu Qing went around to the back of the broken statue and found that the wooden planks there had been lifted.

He bent down and tried to fish under the wooden plank, but after a while, he looked dejected.

This dilapidated temple was originally used as a spy for Wuji Village at the foot of the mountain, and there used to be some dry food here.

Presumably, when the government troops broke through Wuji Village, the people left behind saw the fire on the mountain and fled with the only dry food they had.

Wu Qing couldn't find anything that could alleviate his hunger.

He arrived at the entrance dejectedly, sat on the stone stool by the temple gate, and stared blankly at the empty space in front of him.

When I was dying, I wanted to come back to life.

After coming back to life, I realized that it would have been more comfortable to be dead, where I wouldn't have to worry about food or clothing.

Even if a bandit stronghold is bad, it's still a place to stay.

Now that the village is gone, are we going to have to go back to living that kind of life of displacement and begging for a living with the refugees?

Tree bark, grass roots, clay... just thinking about these things makes him gag.

He knew that eating these things was no different from not eating them at all, and would only make him feel bloated, but sometimes he was just too hungry.

The sunlight fell on him, warming his body and easing his hunger somewhat.

He activated the "I want to check the cards" skill and looked around.

— "A dead tree".

— "A village that was burned down".

—"A mountain road."

Just then, he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the other side of the bend in the mountain road.

Perhaps they are returning soldiers? He wondered.

But he didn't want to hide anymore.

Having died once, he discovered that death wasn't so terrible after all, and might even be more comfortable than living a life of hunger, exhaustion, and fear.

Soon, he saw a woman riding a horse slowly turning the corner and heading towards the dilapidated temple.

The woman was about twenty years old. She wore a jade-green red blouse with a cross-over design, a pale yellow pleated skirt, and arrow boots on her feet, riding on horse hooves.

—"A woman".

— "A horse".

Wu Qing was speechless when he saw the entry for the "I want to verify the card" skill.

I need you to tell me, was it a woman and a horse?

He felt that this skill was really rubbish.

If you're so capable, tell me what this woman does for a living, what her name is, and what she wants to do here.

They had none of that, and just told me it was a woman riding a horse.

I'm not blind, can't I see this for myself?

The woman glanced in his direction, and as she approached the temple, she nimbly leaped down.

Then, leading the horse, they walked slowly over.

She wore her hair in a snake-shaped bun.

When Wu Qing's gaze fell on the snake-shaped hair bun, the entry that appeared was "Spirit Snake Bun".

Wu Qing's gaze fell on her face, which was an exquisitely beautiful oval face.

Kong Fengjiao was already considered beautiful, but this woman was three points more beautiful than Kong Fengjiao, possessing a stunningly beautiful face that was both gentle and slightly resolute.

—"A woman's face".

Nonsense, if that were a man's face, you wouldn't be talking to me like that.

Looking down, the young woman's jade-red blouse accentuated her full and powerful curves.

— "A woman's breasts".

That's just nonsense!

Further down, a seven-inch wide belt was wrapped around the beauty's waist. The hem of her blouse and the hem of her skirt were tucked into the belt, making her look slender and graceful.

— "A woman's waist".

Waste system.

The woman had a sword at her waist, but her nimble dismounting motion just now showed that she was a martial artist.

I wonder if she's a "female knight-errant" like Kong Fengjiao.

Anyway, with Wu Qing's current abilities, if this beauty, who is even more beautiful than Kong Fengjiao, really wanted to kill him, it would probably be a matter of a casual sword strike.

He ignored it and continued reading. Suddenly, he noticed that the entry below the woman's abdomen was quite long, and it was even a poem.

Wu Qing was a little confused. He looked again and saw a line of poetry floating on her pale yellow lower garment, between her abdomen and legs.

"The flower path has never been swept for guests!"

Wu Qing: "..."

There's nothing wrong with the cards!

Brother, why is it that you can only get such a thorough, accurate, and poetic examination in a place like this?

Wu Qing now feels that there's nothing wrong with the cards themselves, it's just that this useless skill is definitely a problem!