Why do I say “once”? Because I…

My name is Cheng Hui, and I used to be an ordinary college student. I hadn’t even graduated when I got into a car accident because I was being a good Samaritan.

Why do I say “once”? Because I transmigrated.

Generally speaking, anyone who transmigrates is usually the main character, and even if they end up as cannon fodder, they can still turn the tables. But I never expected that my transmigration would start with a pretty girl stabbing me as soon as I opened my eyes—then came the second stab, and the third…

Cheng Hui: …

I died. Although… I feel like I might still be salvageable… QAQ.

The above were Cheng Hui’s thoughts before he died.

However… as it turns out, the dead can’t come back to life, so Cheng Hui’s body was just abandoned in a pile of ruins.

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Emmmm… why can I still think?

Cheng Hui lay flat on the ground, utterly baffled.

A normal person—oh right, he might not be so normal now, since normal people can’t perceive the world after they die.

What’s more, he wasn’t just dead; his heart had been dug out.

The one who dug out his heart was the pretty girl who killed him.

At first, he thought it was a crime of passion. After all, such a pretty girl shouldn’t be so ruthless, and since he transmigrated without the original owner’s memories, if he had done something to wrong the girl and got killed for it, he would be innocent but could only blame his bad luck.

However, the next second, Cheng Hui was slapped in the face by reality. The girl was digging out his heart while scolding the people next to her: “Hurry up! If you delay Master’s Five Poisons Yin Refining Array, you’ll have to use your own hearts to make up for the missing parts!”

Cheng Hui: …

Alright, this girl is just a vicious and ruthless person.

Probably no one would expect a dead person to eavesdrop, so the group of villains who committed the massacre didn’t bother to hide their conspiracy in front of his corpse.

To say they exposed it might not be quite right, because Cheng Hui suspected that even if he were alive, these people wouldn’t care, because—this is a world where cultivation is possible.

Doesn’t it sound all high and mighty?

But…

Cheng Hui tells you with facts that you’re thinking too simply.

Do you really think transmigrating to a cultivation world means you’re the chosen one? That’s because you haven’t experienced the despair of ordinary people in this world.

Those living in cities near righteous sects are fine; no matter how arrogant the demonic sects are, they generally don’t cause trouble there—unless they’re deliberately looking for it.

As for other places, whether you can live to a ripe old age depends entirely on luck.

Take the original body Cheng Hui transmigrated into, for example. They barely counted as a small cultivation family.

Although the strongest person in the family was only at the Foundation Establishment stage, in this remote place, a Foundation Establishment cultivator could be considered one of the top experts in the small city.

Unfortunately, their family was just unlucky and got targeted by a demonic sect. They were completely wiped out just for refining some kind of thing.

Cheng Hui listened while internally complaining, wondering how the protagonists in novels manage to survive in such a ruthless world.

Surely, the luck halo must be real, right? Otherwise, like him, just transmigrated and knowing nothing, he got stabbed to death.

How could there be any exciting developments after that?

“Eh?”

Just as Cheng Hui was puzzled about why he hadn’t disappeared yet, a blood mist suddenly covered the sky above, and the demonic disciples digging out hearts around him suddenly fell silent, scaring him.

But he quickly realized, what was he afraid of? He was already dead. No matter how these people died, he couldn’t die a second time.

╮(￣▽￣”)╭

The blood mist quickly condensed into a figure, forming a beautiful woman in a bright red robe. Cheng Hui stared at the beauty for a long time before snapping back to reality.

Wow, what a pretty girl!

Uh… Forgive his lack of vocabulary; he couldn’t think of the right words to describe her. He barely recalled a passage from “The Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River” describing a goddess, and felt it was perfect for her.

“Graceful as a startled swan, lithe as a swimming dragon. Radiant as autumn chrysanthemums, lush as spring pines. As if light clouds obscured the moon, as if a gentle breeze returned the snow.”

Unfortunately, such a pretty girl looked a bit murderous. Judging by her expression, she seemed like she wanted to skin and dismember the already dead people and kill them again… Yet, when her gaze touched his corpse, it turned sorrowful and remorseful, as if… he was her lover she couldn’t save.

Cheng Hui: …

Wait a minute? Why did he have such a strange thought?

And… when did he learn to read minds? How could he see so much from the girl’s eyes?

The girl looked at his corpse, seemingly wanting to say something, but before she could speak, Cheng Hui felt his vision go black—

Ah… am I completely dead now?

No, wait? I seem to still be thinking?

It felt like the darkness was just because he closed his eyes. He tried hard to open them… emmm, did he come back to life again?

Cluck cluck cluck!

Cheng Hui looked expressionlessly at a chicken across from him, a hen, which was curiously looking at him.

Cheng Hui wanted to cover his face with his hands, but unfortunately, his hands had turned into wings and couldn’t perform such a complex action.

He opened his mouth: “Cluck cluck—”

Cheng Hui: … fell into silence!

A tall rooster quietly avoided the hen pestering him, hiding in the corner, drawing circles on the ground with his sharp claws.

Ah… so melancholy.

Although it’s great to be alive again, but… what’s with becoming a rooster?

I mean… eh? Eh eh?

Cheng Hui hadn’t finished being silent when he felt himself falling into a shadow. Then his wings were grabbed, and he heard a rough voice laughingly say, “This one.”

“Alright!” another voice replied, “I was just saying, this chicken seemed a bit listless these past two days. I was worried it might be sick. Since you’ve taken a liking to it, let’s stew it tonight.”

Cheng Hui: …!!!

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻!

Before Cheng Hui could think of a way to escape this fate, the person holding him swiftly slit his throat.

Cheng Hui: …

This time, Cheng Hui still didn’t immediately lose consciousness. His neck hurt, but not to the point of being unbearable.

He watched as he was plucked and put into a pot, feeling the aroma emanating from his body—honestly, he was a bit hungry.

Hmm… should he be grateful that at least they left him a whole corpse?

Cheng Hui couldn’t quite comprehend what kind of state this was. Even though his body was already served on the table, he still had consciousness.

Just as the plate of chicken was about to fall into those people’s mouths, a sudden gust of wind blew through, flipping the entire house.

Cheng “Stewed Chicken” Hui stared dumbfounded at the sky where the beautiful woman appeared again, utterly shocked.

Hey, beauty, what a coincidence?

The beauty, upon seeing the stewed chicken on the table, was dumbfounded, her expression one of utter grief and indignation.

The surrounding villagers were confused, but they knew this suddenly appearing beauty was someone they couldn’t resist. They all immediately knelt down.

Although they didn’t understand why the beauty was showing such an expression towards a stewed chicken, they wisely kept silent, fearing they might say something inappropriate and anger the beauty.

There’s no such thing as human rights here. If they offended a cultivator and got killed, no one would stand up for them.

Cheng Hui watched the furious beauty, and for a moment, he felt she was so murderous that she wanted to kill everyone around.

Cheng Hui wanted to advise her, saying it wasn’t necessary. He was a chicken before, and being eaten was normal, especially since these people didn’t know there was a human soul inside the chicken’s body.

But for some reason, the beauty seemed to restrain her urge to kill, merely taking the plate of chicken and tossing a silver ingot to the people.

Cheng Hui was very curious. He wanted to know why this beauty was doing this. It felt a bit narcissistic, but he really thought the beauty was here for him.

Unfortunately, he didn’t have the chance to find out. It seemed that after the beauty took the plate of chicken, his vision went black again.

When he opened his eyes again, Cheng Hui had become indifferent, because this time, he had turned into a fox—not the kind that had gained sentience.

Being a fox was one thing, but being a fox caught in a trap was another?

Is the heavens holding a grudge against him???

Cheng Hui lazily lay on the ground, letting the blood stain his furry ankle.

He had given up struggling. Just now, he tried, but with his current strength, he couldn’t pry open the seemingly simple trap, which meant he was destined to die again. After all… he didn’t think a hunter who set traps in the woods would take his prey home as a pet.

Sure enough, the next second, a robust middle-aged man walked down the path. Seeing the fox in the trap, he showed a delighted expression.

“What a beautiful fur. Selling you will get Er Ya a new dress.”

Cheng Hui: … Whatever, let it be.

The hunter clearly didn’t plan to keep him for the New Year, directly killing him, and after taking him back, skinned him.

Cheng Hui felt he had transcended. Watching the hunter handle his skin, not only did he not feel uncomfortable, but he also learned a few tricks with interest.

Hmm… if he could come back to life again, he’d be someone with fur processing skills…

Before the hunter finished processing the fur, the familiar red mist appeared again, not taking the hunter’s life but whisking away the fox skin and the skinned body, leaving behind a piece of silver.

No matter how scared the hunter was, seeing the red-clad beauty holding his body and crying sorrowfully, Cheng Hui felt utterly collapsed inside.

Though it might be a bit unkind to say, but…

How are you? (Why is it you?)

How old are you? (Why is it always you?)

At this point, Cheng Hui couldn’t help but shamelessly conclude that this red-clad beauty was indeed after him.

But the question is, why? He doesn’t even know this person!

Not to mention, with such a pretty face, if he were a normal man, he couldn’t possibly not be moved.

Unless he lost his memory.

Hahaha, how could that be!