Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The red light on the virtual panel gradually faded.

Zhang Huaimin rubbed his eyes, which were sore from being shaken, turned around, and kicked the thick solid wood door of the east wing shut.

The bolt clicked shut, shutting out the howling northwest wind outside.

"Begin the fusion," he murmured to himself.

A pale blue halo suddenly appeared out of the system space, as if it were alive. It circled his round little body twice before suddenly plunging into his forehead.

It didn't have the scorching heat of magma pouring in like when it fused with the old turtle's blood essence before.

This force is cool and gentle, like drinking a mouthful of cool well water on a hot summer day, sliding down your spine to the soles of your feet.

Zhang Huaimin shivered.

The muscles in my calves twitched uncontrollably twice, and a fine, tingling sensation came from between my bones.

It's as if an invisible hand is pulling at all the fascia in your body, forcibly stretching and reorganizing it.

"call--"

He exhaled a breath of white air.

He tentatively lifted his foot.

The moment his toes left the ground, before he could even react...

He was thrown out like a spring, and with a "whoosh," his head almost hit the thick roof beam.

"Wow!"

Zhang Huaimin was startled and twisted his body in mid-air to forcibly change direction.

The soles of my feet landed firmly on top of the wardrobe next to me.

It didn't make the slightest sound.

Like a light, floating feather falling to the ground.

He squatted on top of the cabinet, looked down at his chubby little hands, and then at the ground more than two meters above the ground.

His lips couldn't help but curl upwards uncontrollably.

"This...this is so much fun!"

This isn't just movement technique, it's practically flying and disappearing into the ground!

He's even more impressive than those martial arts masters on TV who are suspended by wires.

He took a deep breath and lightly tapped his toes on the cabinet.

Her body moved like a nimble swift, darting back and forth in the cramped room.

From the top of the cabinet to the head of the kang (heated brick bed), from the windowsill to the octagonal table.

Jump, roll, use leverage.

Every rise and fall was silent.

Not even the water in the teacup on the table rippled.

"Cool!"

Zhang Huaimin roared inwardly.

There's not enough room to run around inside, so this newly acquired treasure needs to go outside and have some fun.

Late at night.

The courtyard was quiet, except for the occasional loud snore coming from the house of Sha Zhu in the middle courtyard.

Zhang Huaimin pushed open the window a crack, and a gust of cold wind carrying the smell of coal smoke rushed in.

He slipped out through the window crack like an eel.

The toes touched the edge of the windowsill.

With legs slightly bent, exert force suddenly.

His body rose into the air.

The cold wind whistled in his ears, stinging his cheeks, but he was so excited that his blood was boiling.

This leap increased his height by three meters.

It landed steadily on the roof of the east wing, which was covered with green tiles.

The pale moonlight cast a cold, hard light on the tiles.

Zhang Huaimin opened his arms, feeling the biting wind high above.

The entire courtyard house was at his feet.

The tattered cotton trousers hanging on the line in Yan Bugui's front yard swayed in the wind.

The room in the backyard where Xu Damao lived was dark and gloomy.

He didn't linger, his feet barely touching the ground.

Running swiftly like a ghost across the undulating rooftops.

The tiles seemed to lose their weight beneath his feet, not even making the slightest friction sound.

Beyond the high walls of the courtyard house lies a small grove of trees connected to the moat.

The bare branches groveled in the moonlight.

Zhang Huaimin leaped and landed directly on a tree branch five or six meters above the ground from the roof.

My fingers just touched the rough bark.

With a quick roll, he landed steadily in a squatting position.

Then came a series of leaps, weaving back and forth among the bare tree trunks.

The thrill of defying gravity and flying freely is addictive.

Before he knew it, he had been playing in the woods for almost half an hour, and a fine layer of sweat had appeared on his forehead.

"Gurgle..."

My stomach growled at an inopportune moment.

"It's time to go back; I still have to deal with those people at the factory tomorrow."

Zhang Huaimin muttered something, wiped his sweat, and turned to rush towards the courtyard house.

Intermediate People's Court.

Sha Zhu was fast asleep, dreaming that he was boating with Ran Qiuye in Beihai Park.

Suddenly, the urge to urinate woke him up.

"Hiss... It's so cold today."

He grumbled as he threw off the covers, grabbed the old cotton-padded jacket draped over the back of the chair, and put it on.

Slipping on his cotton shoes, he pushed open the door and walked shakily toward the outhouse in the corner of the yard.

The wind blew straight into my neck and collar.

Sha Zhu shrank his neck, yawned widely, and squeezed out two drops of saline solution from the corner of his eye.

He had just reached the outhouse door and loosened his belt to prepare to relieve himself.

Out of the corner of my eye, I inadvertently glanced at the pale moon overhead.

With just one glance, his urge to urinate instantly vanished.

Cold sweat broke out instantly, streaming down my spine.

Above the alley, which is more than three meters wide, between the backyard and the middle courtyard.

A dark, shadowy figure.

It was tiny, and judging from its outline, it was only about the size of a five or six-year-old child.

It happened without any support or leverage.

Like a giant bat, it took flight from the rooftop of the backyard.

It traced a strange arc in the moonlight.

Lightly, I crossed the wide alley.

It landed on the roof of the front yard.

Not a sound was made.

It resembled a black mist without any physical form.

Sha Zhu rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh hard.

"Ouch—that really hurts!"

Not a dream!

After the dark figure landed, it seemed to turn its head and glance in his direction.

Although he couldn't see the face clearly from a distance, Shazhu swore he definitely saw a pair of eyes shining in the darkness!

"A ghost...a ghost!"

Sha Zhu's teeth chattered, his legs went weak, and he almost knelt down by the latrine.

He didn't even bother to fasten his belt.

He scrambled out of the outhouse, letting out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"Help! Thief! There's a thief!"

That voice, in the quiet winter night, was like an air raid siren going off.

The entire courtyard was instantly in an uproar.

One by one, the lights in each house came on.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?!"

Yi Zhonghai, wearing a coat, was the first to rush out of the house, carrying an iron stove hook in his hand.

Liu Haizhong also ran out, pulling up his pants, panting heavily with his large belly.

Yan Bugui, who lived in the front yard, was so frightened that he ran barefoot to the middle yard without even putting on his shoes.

"Pillar, Pillar! What are you shouting for? Where's the thief?"

Yi Zhonghai grabbed Sha Zhu, who was still trembling, and asked loudly.

Sha Zhu's face turned pale as he pointed at the rooftop the dark figure had just passed over.

"On the roof! I saw it with my own eyes!"

A small dark figure darted past in a flash!

"Flew there? Are you seeing things?" Liu Haizhong frowned and shone his flashlight on the roof.

The roof tiles were empty; there wasn't even a stray cat in sight.

Sha Zhu got anxious and stomped his feet, shouting.

"I swear! It really flew over! It went straight from the backyard to the front yard!"

"Grandpa, that's definitely not human! How could a person jump that far!"

A collective gasp erupted from the crowd.

Jia Zhangshi hid behind the crack in the door, so frightened that she kept chanting Amitabha Buddha.

"I knew there was something dirty in our compound! It's definitely...it's definitely targeting us!"

She muttered to herself in a daze.

The courtyard was in chaos, with men carrying flashlights and shovels, searching everywhere.

The women hid inside the house and bolted the doors shut.

At this time.

In the east wing of Zhang Huaimin, the instigator of this farce.

He had already slipped back through the window crack.

He took off his clothes and crawled into the still-warm bed.

Listening to Sha Zhu's distorted, hoarse voice outside, and the chaotic footsteps.

Zhang Huaimin yawned comfortably and rolled over.

"Uncle Zhu's eyesight is pretty good."

He closed his eyes, a wicked smile playing on his lips.

"Let them be thieves. It'll just keep those beasts awake at night."