Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing swept the entire room with the light of a flashlight.

Apart from the bed, there was nothing else in the main room.

There is a door on the east side that leads to the next room, and there is also a door on the west side, but the door panel has fallen off and is leaning against the wall.

He walked to the door of the room on the east side and looked inside. It was empty, with some broken tiles and withered leaves scattered on the ground.

The rooms on the west side were the same; they were completely empty, with most of the plaster peeling off the walls, revealing the red bricks and white lime underneath.

This place is quite remote.

Judging from the road conditions after he drove in, this mountain dirt road should rarely be used by cars, and no one would be so idle as to come to this abandoned house.

He can stay here until noon tomorrow and no one will find him.

Zhou Haibing walked to the middle of the main room, swept a pile of withered leaves and debris on the ground to one side with his foot, clearing a small, relatively clean space.

Then he took out a simple tent from Shennong's space—

He had picked it up a few days ago from Liu Changhe's warehouse. It was outdoor gear, military green, and when folded up it was only the size of a small backpack, but when unfolded it could fit a person sleeping in it.

He squatted down, pulled the tent out of the storage bag, and spread it out on the ground.

He had set up this kind of tent a few times before when he went camping with friends. He wasn't very skilled at it, but he wasn't completely flustered either.

He unfolded the folded support frame one by one, threaded it into the tent's fabric cover, and then stuck the four corner pegs into the soil to secure them.

The whole process took less than five minutes.

The tent was set up—a small, triangular, military-green tent standing alone on the muddy ground of the abandoned house.

The flashlight beam shone on the wall, casting a somewhat comical shadow.

Zhou Haibing bent down and crawled inside.

The tent wasn't big, but it was big enough for him to lie down.

He laid out a moisture-proof mat—which he had also received from Liu Changhe—and took out a thin blanket and a pillow from Shennong Space.

He put the pillow at the very back of the tent, laid the blanket on the sleeping mat, and then lay down.

The moisture-proof mat was only a little thick, and the muddy ground underneath was still a bit uncomfortable, but compared to the day's exertion, this discomfort was nothing.

He turned to his side, adjusted his position, and made himself more comfortable.

He took his phone out of his pocket and pressed the power button.

The screen lit up, displaying the words "No Service" in the upper right corner.

The SIM card has been removed. There's no cellular network, no Wi-Fi, and no GPS. The only functions this phone can now perform are telling the time and setting an alarm.

The time displayed on the lock screen is 5:03 AM.

There are still about four hours left.

Zhou Haibing opened the alarm clock app and set an alarm for 5 minutes before his rebirth.

He put his phone next to his pillow and closed his eyes.

Exhaustion washed over me like a tidal wave.

He had been working continuously for nearly 20 hours since around 9 a.m. yesterday.

From my own home to Wang Jinshan's home, from Zhou Fuxiang's home to Sun Deming's home, from the pharmaceutical factory to the gold shop to the supermarket to the pharmacy

He drove from the eastern suburbs to the western suburbs, and from the southern suburbs to the northern suburbs of the provincial capital, driving, moving things, hypnotizing, and transferring money without stopping for a moment.

His body was already in the late stages of pancreatic cancer; he was so thin he was just skin and bones. Logically, he should have given up long ago.

But his adrenaline and obsession with revenge acted like two powerful stimulants, keeping him from collapsing.

Now, everything is done.

All of the enemy's money was transferred away, and the enemy's house was completely emptied. The pharmaceutical factory, the gold shop, the supermarket, the pharmacy—everything that could be moved was moved into the Shennong Space.

The phone in his pocket, with its SIM card already deactivated, was his last connection to this era.

The moment the alarm clock rings, he will prepare to be reborn.

Zhou Haibing turned over and pulled the blanket up to her chest.

Outside the tent, the wind howled through the cracks in the broken window, sounding like someone crying in the distance.

Something was crawling on the roof, probably a mouse or a squirrel, and there were light, rustling footsteps coming and going on the ceiling.

In the distance came the call of an owl, coo-coo-coo, coo-coo-coo, one call after another, mournful and long.

These sounds mingled together, creating a rough, desolate, and primal silence.

In the silence, Zhou Haibing closed his eyes.

He didn't dream, or rather, he dreamed but didn't remember it.

The exhaustion of twenty hours enveloped him like a thick quilt, and once his consciousness sank, it never resurfaced.

......

It was a little after eight in the morning.

provincial capital.

Sun Guiying lay on the cold floor of her living room, vaguely feeling pain in her face.

It wasn't the kind of pain that's subtle and requires careful attention to detect; it was a burning, stinging pain, like being repeatedly scalded with a hot towel and then having it removed.

It became clearer and more intense, and the pain made her open her eyes abruptly from being half-closed.

What she saw was the ceiling.

The crystal chandelier overhead was gone, and the chandelier base on the ceiling was bare, revealing a few dark screw holes.

No, her posture is wrong—

She shouldn't be seeing the ceiling. She should have been sitting on the sofa talking to Zhou Haibing. She should be on the sofa in the living room. Why is she lying on... the floor?

Sun Guiying suddenly sat up.

The chill from the cold marble floor seeped into her skin through her clothes, making her shiver.

She looked down at herself—

She was still wearing that deep red dress, but her high heels were gone, and she was barefoot, the soles of her feet directly on the marble, which was so cold that she couldn't help but twitch her toes.

My face still hurts.

The burning sensation spread from my cheeks all the way to my ears, and even my gums throbbed.

She instinctively reached up and touched her left cheek, and the moment her fingertips touched her skin, she gasped—

My cheeks are swollen, very swollen. They feel hard and hot to the touch, as if something has stretched them open from the inside.

She pressed down with a little force, and the pain made her hiss, almost bringing tears to her eyes.

What happened?

Why is she lying on the floor?

Why does my face hurt so much?

Also, why is the living room so bright?

Sun Guiying raised her head and looked around.

Her pupils dilated suddenly.

The sofa is gone.

The Italian imported genuine leather sofa that she bought for over 300,000 yuan, along with the cushions and blankets on it, has all disappeared.

The original spot where the sofa used to be was now empty, with only four shallow indentations remaining on the marble floor.

The coffee table is also gone.

The black marble coffee table, which used to hold her favorite celadon tea set and several magazines, is now gone, along with the table itself…