[Did I transmigrate?] Mu Ling's jaws dropped.
As someone who had grown up with web novels, he had often fantasized about transmigrating. However, when he actually encountered it, it was difficult to accept.
If not for the pain that was still existing in his head and the consciousness that had become sharper and clearer, he would think that he was still dreaming.
[Calm down… ] Taking a few deep breaths, Mu Ling tried hard to make himself not flustered.
At this moment, with his reconciliation of mind and body, a memory fragment suddenly jumped out and appeared in his mind!
Mu Ling, a citizen of the Middle East Continent, Jerash Kingdom, Ancesall County, City of Reuphia. Even though it's called the Middle East Continent it has nothing to do with the Middle East Continent from his previse world.
But what he found really amazing was that humans can cultivate in this world!
Finally, his dream come true!
But reality hit him the second time it turned out that the original owner of this body didn't have any talent for cultivation, even though he didn't have a talent for cultivation he was smart that is why his parents sent him to study as a scholar when they found out his mediocre aptitude, while his little brother is a genius with yellow rank potential.
They focused what little resources they had on his brother in hopes of him getting chosen by a sect.
The family was not rich and its conditions could even be described as below average. At the moment, the expenses were maintained solely by his father who was a clerk at an import and export company.
As a history student, Mu Ling had mastered the ancient Badawe language, which was known as the origin of the characters of the middle east continents, as well as the Hellweshpars, which had often appeared in ancient tombs as it was related to worship and prayer…
Hellweshpars? A thought ran through Mu Ling's mind. He reached out and held down his painfully throbbing temple and shifted his sight back to the book on the desk. He realized that the line of text on the yellowed cover had turned from strange to unfamiliar and from unfamiliar to familiar. Slowly, it became understandable.
This was a short sentence written in Hellweshpars!
In dark ink it read:
"Ghost principles."
Hiss! Mu Ling felt an unknown fear rising in his heart. He instinctively leaned back, as if he was trying to widen the distance between him and the book.
As Ling was very weak, he almost fell and had to hurriedly reach out to press on the edges of the table. He felt an unseen turbulence in the air around him and he could almost hear whisperings in his ears. It was like the horror stories that old people told him when he was young.
Shaking his head as if everything was just an illusion, Mu Ling regained his steadfastness. He shifted his gaze away from his book and started panting.
At this time, his eyes fell on the shiny golden knife and a doubt came up in his mind.
"With Mu's household conditions, how could he afford to buy a golden knife?" Mu Ling could not help frowning.
In his deliberation, he suddenly noticed that the edge of the desk had more than half of a red handprint. The color was deeper than the glow of the moon and it was thicker than the veil.
It was handprint in blood!
"A blood handprint?" Mu Ling subconsciously opened the right hand that was holding the edge of the table. He lowered his head and saw his palms and fingers smeared with blood.
At the same time, he felt the tingling pain in his head again. It had weakened slightly but it was still continuing.
"Did I break my head?" Mu Ling muttered as he turned to the cracked mirror
After a few steps, he could see the medium-height, dark brown pupil of his own figure in the mirror.
[This is me now, Mu Ling?]
With a veil-like blush of the moonlight, he titled his head and looked at the reflection of his forehead.
The mirror clearly reflected an ugly wound entrenched around his temple. The edges of the wound were cut, with bloodstains all around it. Through the wound, Zhou could see the grey matter of his own brains slowly trembling.
Tap! Tap! Tap!
Mu Ling reeled back in fear at the sight that greeted him. It was as though the person in the dressing mirror was not himself, but a dessicated corpse.
How could a person with such grievous wounds be still alive!?
He turned his head in disbelief again and checked the other side. Even though he was a distance away and the lighting was poor, he could still see the penetrating wound and dark red blood stains.
"This…"
Mu Ling drew a deep breath as he tried hard to calm himself.
He reached out to press his left chest and sensed his racing heart that exuded immense vitality.
He then touched his exposed skin. Beneath the slight coldness was flowing warmth.
"What's happening?" he muttered with a frown. He planned to inspect his head injury seriously once more.
He took two steps forward and suddenly paused. The moonlight of the sanguine moon was relatively dark, so it was insufficient for his 'serious inspection.'
When he squatted down and after verifying that his knees could bend, Mu Ling stood up again and calmed down.
A memory fragment triggered as Mu Ling remembered before his death he found a weird-looking old book while he was cleaning his grandparent's attic, its exactly the same ghost principle book!
He heard a knock on the room door that pulled him out from his trance.