Fantasy: I can equip everything

"Uncle Jiu, what's wrong with Brother Chuang? You've been watching for half an hour, say something!"

"Sigh~ Xiao Chuang is perfectly fine, with no internal or external injuries, and his blood circulation is stable, so he is not poisoned."

"Then why has he been getting weaker and weaker these past two days? Look, he even broke his head today."

"He's...runned into something dirty. A ghost bride is choosing a husband, and Xiao Chuang...sigh, he should prepare for his funeral."

After the clinking of bottles and jars, a slightly aged voice continued:

"I'll head back now. Later, have Lame Monkey come back with me and get some medicine. It won't cure him, but at least it'll make him feel a little better for the next few days..."

The noisy conversation gradually faded away.

Chen Chuang slowly regained consciousness.

He swallowed hard; his parched throat felt like it was being scraped by a knife.

He opened his eyes with some difficulty, and the scene before him made him pause in surprise.

The earthen wall was covered with dry straw, and the straw mat was dilapidated.

The cool night breeze blew through the gap in the roof, causing the cheap candles to flicker slightly and emit a pungent, acrid smell.

where is this?

Wasn't I just fighting with Sang Kun?

Could it be that he was shot and fainted, and his underlings brought him here for treatment?

Uncle Nine, Lame Monkey, who are these?

It seems there aren't any among my trusted subordinates...

"Well..."

A sharp pain shot through his head, and Chen Chuang couldn't help but groan in pain.

A deluge of memories surged forth like a tidal wave, each image overwhelming my brain with pain.

"Brother Chuang! Brother Chuang, you're awake? Are you alright?"

Hearing the commotion, a man with a scar on his face and blind in one eye rushed in.

Chen Chuang raised his head, looking at the other person's thin face and the hideous scar over his left eye, and weakly said, "Blind Rat..."

Now that the original owner's memories have been fully integrated, he understands what happened.

Time travel—the kind of thing you read to pass the time in your previous life—has actually happened to you.

The original owner shared the same name as him, but had no parents and had been making a living on the streets of Qinghe County since he had memories.

The blind rat in front of me was picked up from the street by the original owner.

He was beaten to the point of near death for stealing leftovers from a restaurant.

The original owner fed him water and food for several days, saving his life.

In addition, there is another one called Lame Monkey, which is in a similar situation.

The three of them had been struggling in this muddy alley for several years, earning a little money by collecting protection money on a regular basis.

It doesn't provide much moisture, but it can survive.

But starting a couple of days ago, the original owner inexplicably became extremely weak.

My condition is getting worse every day.

This afternoon, he collapsed headfirst, hit a rock, and died, his soul now belonging to this being from Earth.

Rubbing his temples, Chen Chuang processed this information and slowly said, "Blind Mouse, get me a bowl of water..."

After drinking a mouthful of cold water, my throat felt a bit better.

"What did Uncle Nine say?"

There's no point in dwelling on time travel right now.

He needed to figure out what was wrong with this body as soon as possible.

Uncle Nine, the only doctor in that muddy alley.

His medical skills were not particularly outstanding, and he made a living by selling counterfeit medicines.

It's unreliable, but given the original owner's background, there wasn't a better doctor to be found.

Blind Mouse pursed his lips and whispered, "Uncle Nine said that you're fine, and the problem you've been having these past two days is because of you..."

"They've hired a ghost bride!"

A ghost bride?

Chen Chuang frowned and gestured for Blind Mouse to continue.

If this were in his previous life, which doctor would dare to give him such a diagnosis? He would have pulled out a gun and pointed it at the other person's head.

But now that time travel has already happened, there's no rush to question anything about ghosts or demons.

"Uncle Nine said this is a very rare curse. Look at your wrists..."

The blind mouse pointed at Chen Chuang's arm.

Chen Chuang looked down and saw a blood-red mark on each of his wrists, shaped like a wild goose.

"These things are part of the rituals performed by the ghost bride, representing the two stages of betrothal and name-asking..."

As he spoke, Chen Chuang felt an itch in his chest and instinctively scratched it.

Then, he froze on the spot.

Lifting his collar, a blood-red pattern slowly appeared on his chest.

It resembles a tortoise shell, and also the Chinese character "吉" (ji, meaning auspicious).

"Najib is here..."

The blind mouse's voice trembled.

Betrothal, asking the name, accepting auspicious omens...

The six rites of ancient Chinese weddings.

The next steps are betrothal gifts, setting the wedding date, and the wedding ceremony.

Once the procedures are complete, Chen Chuang will be "marrying" into the new family.

The blind mouse, his face filled with despair, burst into tears.

"Waaaaah, Brother Chuang! I told you long ago not to mess with Wu Lao Er's wife..."

If it weren't for Chen Chuang's constant care, useless people like him and Lame Monkey would have died on the street corner long ago and been dragged to the mass grave outside the city.

Now that Chen Chuang has suffered this fate, he can only watch helplessly.

Chen Chuang was also somewhat helpless.

I just transmigrated here, and now I'm about to be killed by some damn bride.

In his previous life, he came from humble beginnings, yet he managed to build a business empire.

Because he dared to fight and take risks, he was willing to face any danger head-on, and he was not afraid to even slash at those with knives and guns.

But now, the opponent is a ghost bride who is neither here nor there.

It cannot be seen or touched.

Only the blood-red markings etched on his body pressed closer and closer.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Chuang calmed his urge to curse.

Don't rush, let's find out the origin of this so-called ghost bride...

While pondering, he suddenly remembered what the blind rat had just said.

"What did you mean by mentioning Wu Lao Er?"

In the memories of the original owner, this Wu Lao Er was considered their top leader.

He was in charge of the entire muddy alley.

More importantly, Wu Lao Er and he were kindred spirits.

Although the original owner came from a poor background, she had a fair complexion and a sweet tongue, calling him "sister" repeatedly, and ended up in bed with Wu Lao Er's wife.

The blind rat wiped away his tears and said, "That Wu Lao Er was cuckolded by you. A few days ago, he was looking for you on the street every day, but he stopped looking for you three days ago and even spread the word that you wouldn't live more than a few days."

"We initially thought he was just trying to cover for himself, so we didn't pay much attention."

"Who would have thought you'd fall ill just one day later!"

"This damned ghost bride, that bastard must have caused it!"

Chen Chuang nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Blind Mouse's analysis makes sense.

Wu Lao Er has a volatile temper. Once he finds out that the original owner of this body cheated on him, how could he possibly give up so easily?

They must have found some way to cast this insidious curse.

That's understandable.

The fact that the original owner of this body wasn't found and beaten to death after sleeping with his sister-in-law is a testament to his good legs.

You've gone to sleep, but now you have to bear the consequences yourself.

That doesn't make sense!

But there's no time to complain now.

If the curse was cast by Wu Lao Er, then he probably also knows how to lift it.

Looks like I'll have to go have a chat with Wu Lao Er...

Despite the aches and pains all over his body, Chen Chuang slowly stood up.

Suddenly, my vision blurred.

He closed his eyes and shook his head, thinking it was due to his injury.

But the situation did not improve at all.

Everything in my field of vision became blurry, then suddenly snapped shut.

The next moment, a transparent panel appeared in front of him.

On the left is his portrait.

There are six blank squares neatly arranged around the body.

It's a bit like the character panel in those games from my past life.

On the right side are lines of text.

Chen Chuang

[Health/Mortal Energy: 30/60 (Abnormal Status - Ghost Bride's Expectation: Loss of 10 Health/Mortal Energy daily)]

Power: 3

[Defense: 1]

[Internal interest: 0]

[Agility: 5]

【Charm: 69】

Equipment Slot (1): None

[Equipment Slot (2): Not enabled.]

This is...

Goldfinger?

The concept from his previous life's novels had just begun to surface in his mind when Chen Chuang heard a mechanical voice resonate within him.

[Equipable item found. Equip?]

Boning knife

Grade: White

[Attribute Bonus: Strength +2]

[Special Effect: Ignores a certain amount of the opponent's defense, allowing you to see the opponent's defensive patterns.]

[Equipment Requirements: Strength 2]

Originally fragments of a standard-issue steel sword used by soldiers of the previous dynasty, forged from ten layers of refined iron, it was exceptionally sharp. Later, a butcher found it and crafted it into a boning knife, which he used to dissect countless pieces of flesh and bone over the decades.