Pain!

His internal organs felt like they were being twisted.

This was the first feeling Lin Changqing had when he woke up.

He knew that this body did not belong to him. He remembered very clearly that he had injured his hand when he was playing with a broken net that was cut by a knife and burned by fire. His soul was pulled out by the broken net and he soared into the sky.

He saw with his own eyes his tall and handsome body fall to the ground like a wooden stump.

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Lin Changqing endured the pain and sat up from the mud. He looked around and realized that this was a small dilapidated courtyard. He was lying on the mud in the courtyard. Beside him was a green bamboo staff that was as tall as a person, as if it had just been cut back from the bamboo forest.

Looking at this bamboo staff, a wave of memories surged into Lin Changqing's mind like a tide. The intense headache reduced the pain in his internal organs.

After absorbing this memory, Lin Changqing had some understanding of this predecessor and this world.

This was an ancient world with extraordinary powers, and strange stories were often circulated.

His predecessor was also called Lin Changqing. Ever since he could remember, he had been begging for a living alone. Since he could grow up and mix into the gangs in the county city, it could be seen how strong his survival ability was and how powerful his luck was.

Of course, there were countless hardships and dangers. Lin Changqing looked at them briefly and experienced the difficulty of survival in this world, the complexity and darkness of human nature in this world.

Lin Changqing felt that his predecessor was like the protagonist of a story. Every time, he could escape danger and successfully grow up.

After his predecessor successfully joined the gang, because his physique and appearance were 80 to 90% similar to Lin Changqing's before he transmigrated, it was easy for people to have a good impression of him. He was taken care of by a single old man in the sect and wanted to take him in as his god-grandson. He also gave him the small courtyard in the slums where he was now.

Perhaps it was because the protagonist could not be a grandson, but the old man in the gang died in a gang operation before he could officially accept his predecessor. It was certainly not a good thing for a newcomer who had just joined the gang to have a courtyard in the county city that made people envious.

The cautious predecessor understood this principle even more. Just as he was about to take the initiative to give up this courtyard, someone could not wait to attack him.

His predecessor went to the bamboo forest outside the city and prepared to cut down a bamboo cane to beat dogs and drive snakes. He wanted to take the initiative to hand over the small courtyard and go to the countryside to hide for a while.

His predecessor chose a green bamboo with a vigorous vitality, a sturdy bamboo body, and a suitable thickness and cut it down to make a suitable bamboo staff.

As soon as he left the bamboo forest, someone rushed over and slapped his chest. His predecessor felt a violent tremor in his body, and then he was fine.

"Not bad! You're a good seedling! The gang needs fresh blood like you to join! Work hard!"

A familiar voice sounded. The person who had slapped him was one of the leaders of the gang.

The predecessor did not even know this lean young man's name. He only knew that his surname was Lu. From his speed and the aura he gave off when he attacked, he was definitely an expert in martial arts.

The predecessor did not dare to make a sound. He only held his chest and leaned on his bamboo cane, not daring to show any dissatisfaction.

Leader Lu no longer paid attention to his predecessor and walked straight towards the county city. His predecessor vaguely saw a few familiar members of the gang appear. They surrounded Leader Lu and swaggered back to the city.

His predecessor felt that something was wrong with his body, but he could still walk. He had no one to rely on, so he could only return to the city first. He wanted to rest and check on the situation. If his body was injured, he could go to the medical center in the city to treat it.

When his predecessor insisted on returning to the small courtyard, his internal injuries acted up and he collapsed in the courtyard. If not for Lin Changqing's transmigration, his path as the protagonist would have ended here.

"How vicious! He took my life with one palm! I can't move now. I can only wait for death."

Lin Changqing's breathing was rapid. It was obvious that his internal injuries were extremely serious. He had transmigrated here. Although he had revived from the dead, he had not completely healed his injuries.

Lin Changqing, who was waiting for death with his eyes closed, suddenly discovered that the broken net that brought his soul through was actually quietly staying in his sea of consciousness.

"You piece of shit! You brought me here without my permission! If you don't show some divine power, I'm going to die here!" Lin Changqing was a little agitated. He wanted to curse, but he felt that cursing was useless. He only hoped that this lousy net was extraordinary and that there was a way to resolve his current situation.

The broken net in his sea of consciousness trembled slightly, and a message was sent to Lin Changqing. After Lin Changqing absorbed this information, with a thought, the broken net in his sea of consciousness appeared in his hand.

"Your stupid net can capture everything in the world? It can also bestow spirituality to all living things? Make all living things my pets? Pets rely on spirituality to give birth to talents? I can even obtain pet talents?!"

Although they were all rhetorical questions, Lin Changqing believed it in his heart because this lousy net really brought him through.

Lin Changqing looked around. The small courtyard was quite clean. There were only some miscellaneous items and not a single thing that could move.

"I can't move now. What can I capture?" In the end, Lin Changqing's gaze landed on the green bamboo staff lying beside him. "Only this thing feels a little alive. It captures all things. I wonder if this bamboo with a broken root can be considered one of all things!"

After making up his mind, Lin Changqing no longer hesitated and threw the broken net in his hand at the emerald bamboo staff.