In the dead of night, with a hazy purple moon hanging high in the sky.
The whole city was in a calm and cold atmosphere. Ordinary people were still repeating their ordinary and boring lives. They worked hard during the day and slept peacefully at night, completely unaware of the turbulent undercurrents hidden in the city.
Near the suburbs, a villa exuded loneliness from the garden to the hall. Only when entering the study did it suddenly have a human touch.
Moreover, there were two.
On the expensive oak floor, two "corpses" were illuminated by the increasingly dim candlelight.
One of the youthful bodies moved suddenly, and an unconscious moan came out of his mouth. Tang Qi opened his eyes abruptly, and unfamiliar sensations came over him, as if he had been madly pounded on the head.
Everything in front of him turned into double images.
The body that should have been easy to control had become extremely heavy. Even raising a hand was difficult.
Even so, Tang Qi still sat up quickly. First he turned his head to look at the body of the old black man next to him, dressed as a butler, with a gloomy and ugly face and closed eyes. Without touching it, he could feel the coldness and rigidity of this body.
A corpse, this was a real corpse, Tang Qi thought instinctively.
Still not at ease, Tang Qi turned his head again and looked at the mottled ancient bronze scales.
In the center, the cross stained with blood had indeed regained a human figure, although much smaller. But the tortured, screaming facial features were exactly the same as the corpse of the old black man beside him.
"Haha...cough cough, I really succeeded."
Tang Qi grinned, but because he could not yet perfectly control the new body, his handsome face was a little distorted, with tears streaming down, not a pretty sight.
From a lowly devil, he had successfully counterattacked an evil old black man and been reborn as a human. The process did not seem long, but for Tang Qi it was a great rise and fall. His current loss of composure was quite normal.
Just as he was laughing, his head suddenly slammed as if he had been punched.
Only this time, like a burst dam, a flood of memory fragments surged up in his mind, unlike the fleeting glimpse before. This time, Tang Qi seemed to have completely become that young man, experiencing more than ten years again.
When Tang Qi came to his senses, he not only knew everything about his original body, but also knew a little more about this new world.
This planet was called Origin Blue Star, similar but very different from Earth in terms of environment, language, history and other aspects.
There were not hundreds of countries here. The vast territories were mainly divided into several political groups, namely Changsheng Heavenly Dynasty, Eagle Federation, Europa Union, Ancient India Empire, Maya Empire, and some small groups that were ignored. This was the political landscape of the entire Blue Star.
Tang Qi's identity was an ordinary resident of Mays City under the jurisdiction of the Eagle Federation——Phoenix State. At the same time, he was also a newly orphaned rich second generation.
Strangely, the original body's name was also Tang Qi.
His parents were the founders of Tang Steel Company, a not very large company that could only occupy a small share of Mays City's steel market. But it was enough to bring considerable wealth to the Tang family. Unfortunately, the ambitious founders eventually died in an accident.
Of course, the death of the original body was not due to excessive grief, but was murdered by the old butler he trusted implicitly.
Old Morgan, the old butler who had worked for the Tang family for more than twenty years, was deeply trusted by the original body and his parents.
Precisely because of this, the original body was deceived by Old Morgan. He actually believed that Old Morgan had the power of spiritualism and tried to perform a spiritualism ritual to meet his deceased parents' souls.
Although his soul did leave his body after drinking a suspicious liquid, what he saw was not his parents but Old Morgan, whose soul had also become spirit. Only at that time, Old Morgan had torn off his hypocritical mask and revealed his hideous true face.
What was being performed was not a spiritualism ritual, but an evil soul exchange ritual.
The evil old man Old Morgan coveted not only the Tang family's property, but also Tang Qi's young and vibrant body.
Unfortunately, Old Morgan seemed to be performing this ritual for the first time and was not very familiar with it. At least the torturer on the cross could temporarily leave the scales, so Tang Qi, who had crossed over, successfully counterattacked.
The mantis catches the cicada and the yellow bird is behind. Everything fell to Tang Qi.
By now, Tang Qi, who had gradually gotten used to his new body, was absorbing the memories in his mind while sorting out the spoils from Old Morgan.
Old Morgan's corpse had been tightly bound by Tang Qi.
Although Tang Qi was extremely certain that he was dead and his soul had been captured by the scales to become the new adjudicator, prudence still made Tang Qi take additional precautions. As for destroying the corpse, Tang Qi had also thought about it, but he had another arrangement in mind for the time being.
After tidying up the corpse, everything on Old Morgan's body was of course searched out by Tang Qi.
There were six items in total, placed in front of Tang Qi.
The first item was the familiar soul exchange scales, which Tang Qi put aside.
The second item was a notebook that looked rather old.
The third, fourth and fifth items were some crude witchcraft artifacts.
The last item was a rolled up beast skin.
Tang Qi's eyes fell first on the notebook.
Opening and flipping through it, yellowed paper came into view, showing its age.
Because he had obtained the memories of the original body, the text of this world did not affect Tang Qi's reading at all.
The contents recorded inside were even more interesting to Tang Qi.
Witchcraft, every page recorded a witchcraft, but from the description, they all seemed to be witchcraft of the evil camp.
And the requirements for achieving each technique were very complex. The effects did not seem as amazing as the legends, at least to the extent of scheming for money and harming lives. They required the implementation of very harsh and cumbersome prerequisites.
For example, a witchcraft called "Fear in the Heart" required first collecting the target's blood, hair and fingernails, then setting up a complicated ritual at a specific time and place to summon the fear demon to invade the target's dreams.
After a few days, the target would fall into constant nightmares and eventually go mad.
Or the "Uluulu Puppet" witchcraft, which, if successful, could produce a puppet completely obedient to oneself, but it required first finding a target with congenital mental deficiencies, then soaking in a special potion, and then performing blood vein transformation as precise as surgery, to have a certain probability of success.
This certain probability was probably not too high.
Although these witchcrafts were evil and cumbersome, Tang Qi still read with interest.
He had crossed over and been reborn into an unfamiliar world. Although he had learned some information about the new world, it seemed to be a highly similar and safe world like Earth. Even this world had not yet produced nuclear weapons, so it should be even safer.
But judging from the original body's experience, there were no nuclear weapons, but there were supernatural powers.
This compelled Tang Qi to cautiously guess whether this would be a dark world where demons and monsters ran rampant everywhere.
If so, the evil legacy left by the old black man might be the first resource for Tang Qi to protect himself.
In the study, apart from a tightly bound corpse and the flickering candlelight, there was only the rustling sound of pages turning.
Soon, Tang Qi's fingers suddenly stopped at a certain page.
Compared to the other witchcraft, this page was densely covered with text, accompanied by many exquisite illustrations. In the center was an obvious illustration of the scales.
There was no mistake. Recorded on this page was the soul exchange ritual.
After carefully reading the ritual process, Tang Qi breathed a long sigh of relief.
The last remaining doubt was completely gone.
According to the notes, if the ritual failed, the initiator would only have two outcomes.
One, be captured by the soul exchange scales and become the new adjudicator.
Two, disappear directly.
Obviously, the unfortunate Old Morgan was the first outcome.
He had no idea that what he had summoned was not the real adjudicator, but a soul from another world desperately struggling for rebirth. In the end, trusting the evil old black man, he became the new devil, while Tang Qi took over all the benefits.
"Maybe I'm about to start a new life."
Tang Qi sighed, his eyes full of complex emotions.
Anyone with Tang Qi's experience would hardly be able to calm down in a short time. Fortunately, Tang Qi's psychological quality was still quite good. There was the witchcraft notebook to attract his attention.
However, when Tang Qi turned over another page and saw the contents below, his previously relaxed expression immediately became grim.
At a glance, he quickly flipped through several pages. Tang Qi's face turned gloomy.