I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 736 - 736 Reincarnation_1

Chapter 736: Reincarnation_1 Chapter 736: Reincarnation_1 Zhou Changqing looked at the contents of the cup, his nostrils flaring slightly because he smelled a strong scent of blood.

Isn’t it bad for an elderly person to drink such tea?

That was the first thought in his mind.

“Water, give, me, water…”

But the withered old man hurriedly extended his hand with sharp nails, trying to grab the cup.

Zhou Changqing could only put the cup on the table and watched the old man pick it up, gulping down the blood inside. A few drops of blood trickled down from the corner of his mouth along with the pulsing of his throat, like a vampire who had just finished feeding.

Upon seeing this, Zhou Changqing thought it was about time for him to go downstairs for a meal. He took a step back, ready to leave.

“If you’re alright, old man, I’ll take my leave now.”

As he spoke, suddenly, the old man grabbed Zhou Changqing’s wrist.

The sharp nails prickled Zhou Changqing’s skin, making him furrow his brow.

“I, need, more, water, more of it, more…”

The old man’s throat emitted a whimpering sound, and as he opened his mouth, sharp canine-like teeth emerged from what seemed like a toothless maw.

“I want…”

He lunged at Zhou Changqing.

Zhou Changqing didn’t have time to dodge and instinctively threw a punch.

Puchi—

The old man’s face crashed into Zhou Changqing’s fist, exploding like a mushy persimmon hit by a hammer, and burst open.

The deep red flesh splattered onto the wall, and the old man’s body suddenly went limp and sagged.

“Did I kill someone?”

Zhou Changqing panicked somewhat. He quickly stood up, intending to grab his phone and call for an ambulance, but when he took out his phone, the old man was nowhere to be seen.

The scenery around him also changed, from the dilapidated hut to an elevator lobby.

Ding—

The elevator made a sound, and Zhou Changqing realized he had arrived at the first floor.

He confirmed the floor on the elevator and indeed, there was no fourth floor.

Hastily exiting the elevator, Zhou Changqing left the building. He looked back, counting the floors, and saw darkness where the fourth floor should be, as if no one was home.

“Was it an illusion?”

Zhou Changqing walked briskly toward the exit of the complex, puzzled.

Just as he turned around, on the fourth floor amidst the darkness, a red light suddenly came on. In the light, the old man stood by the window, unscathed, staring intently at Zhou Changqing.

He was perplexed.

Why didn’t this person feel any fear toward him?

This person acted normally in every way, but in facing him, that was the greatest abnormality.

What had he been through?

The old man wiped the corner of his mouth.

In the blink of an eye, the old man appeared in the bathroom mirror in Zhou Changqing’s house.

He reached out, swiftly emerging from the mirror with a form.

His gaze swept around the room, searching for something that piqued his interest.

Suddenly, his eyes fixed on a helmet.

He suddenly felt as though the helmet possessed a certain allure, making it impossible for him to look away.

After thinking for a moment, he approached the helmet and delved into it.

The next moment, “Zhou Changqing” appeared on the bed.

He looked around and found the environment here starkly contrasted with the scene before; it was filled with decrepitude and backwardness.

The place was deserted, with no other people in sight.

“Zhou Changqing” got out of bed and walked toward the door.

He smelled the scent of earth and upon reaching the doorway, he discovered what seemed to be a small town.

“How did I end up here if I just entered that helmet?”

“Zhou Changqing” felt extremely puzzled, clueless about what had happened.

But his instincts told him there were many things “similar” to him around.

He decided to explore.

“Zhou Changqing” saw some passersby and noticed buildings up ahead with lights on, suggesting more people were there. He headed in that direction, a deep forest behind him giving off a dangerous vibe, as if he shouldn’t rashly approach.

Observing the people around him, he realized some were indeed human, but others were humanoid shapes fashioned out of muddy sludge.

The two vastly different entities conversing and interacting together made him extremely uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“I’ve been calling you for so long, why didn’t you respond?”

“Zhou Changqing” turned his head and saw a slim youth with features somewhat foreign, not typical of Eastern ethnicities.

“I wasn’t paying attention,” “Zhou Changqing” brushed the comment off, intending to find an excuse to leave, but then he noticed a strong fragrance coming from the person.

This aroma of blood, of soul, was his most delectable feast.

He must find a way to capture this person!

With that in mind, “Zhou Changqing” decided to follow the youth’s lead.

“I was wondering how you got back so quickly; just in time, actually—I’ve just had an idea, let’s go check out the lab,” the youth said excitedly, without another word, and started pulling “Zhou Changqing” toward the town.

“Zhou Changqing” waited for his opportunity, following behind, and as they entered a house, he was pleased; this was his specialty.

And unlike the bustling streets, there were only the two of them here.

While the young man was busy rummaging, “Zhou Changqing’s” nails elongated and sharpened like knives, and he sprouted pointed teeth, licking his lips.

“Here, this is it.”

The youth turned around and handed a blueprint to “Zhou Changqing.”

“Zhou Changqing” initially planned to feign interest, but when he saw the blueprint, he froze, a buzzing in his head.

A chilling sensation surged through his body; the core of his soul felt like it was being scorched over a flame. The searing pain caused his brows to furrow tightly as he tried to endure it, but the words and images on the blueprint enveloped him like a curse.

“Zhou Changqing’s” mouth began to twitch; he felt unsteady, dizzy.

The words were like daggers, creating wound after wound in his soul.

“What do you think?”

The youth naively asked, but “Zhou Changqing” had lost all patience. He dropped the blueprint and ran outside, wanting to return to that bed, to his original world.

But the words had already bound his soul completely; shortly after stepping outside, he lost control of his body, collapsing, formless.

Meanwhile, in Zhou Changqing’s home, smoke wafted from the helmet, carrying a faint wail that ultimately vanished into the evening breeze.

At a small restaurant nearby the residential area, Zhou Changqing, who was heartily enjoying a meal with two dishes and a soup, suddenly felt a premonition and looked in the direction of his home.

“When I looked in the mirror earlier, was my face missing from the reflection?”

He suddenly remembered, and his chopsticks clattered on the table.

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