Zuo Qingcang opened his eyes and felt a splitting headache. However, years of training still made him immediately want to turn over and guard him around.

But when my waist moved slightly, I found that my lower body was unprecedentedly weak. Not to mention turning over, it was even a little difficult to bend down and sit up.

‘Anesthetic? Or a drug?’

While Zuo Qingcang thought about this in his mind, he began to turn his eyes to observe the situation around him.

The wooden roof, dim lights, the unique smell of water vapor from the tip of the nose, and the sound of waves rolling in the ears seemed to be heard.

‘I am on the sea? In a boat?’ Since I was a child, I have been rolling in the Shura field. Zuo Qingcang was not surprised that someone would deal with him, but he didn’t expect that he would be transported to the sea by a simple ship. There seemed to be no need to do so.

‘My last memory is sleeping in the Sheraton hotel room.’

‘The set alarm did not sound.’

‘The food has been tested, and there is no problem.’

While thinking about how he was caught at sea, Zuo Qingcang slowly used his hands to try to make himself sit up first.

This action made him two new discoveries.

One is that the other party did not use any means to restrain himself and just threw himself on the bed. The other is that something was wrong with his body.

In the cabin halfway beside the bed, Zuo Qingcang looked at his hands, then at the chest, belly, and thighs under his clothes.

‘The scar is gone.’

‘The size of the body changes, the length of the hands and the bust circumference are stronger than before.’

Then he carefully touched his face, and his brows became even tighter: ‘The skin is very rough, the cheekbones are taller than mine, and his chin is longer than before.’

Even at this time, his mind remained calm, trying to use the experience he knew to judge the situation in front of him.

‘Holytic agent, or did I have a large-scale plastic surgery?’

‘But what is the point of this? If you want to interrogate me, tie me up and use fatigue tactics or torture, it will be more effective.’

Zuo Qingcang gently used his thumb and index finger to rush his hair, and continued to think silently in his heart: 'Hair has also turned into curly hair. Has it been permed for me? I also helped me get a bun. If I loosen it, my hair will probably be as long as a shawl.'

The situation seemed to be getting stranger. Zuo Qingcang had not been caught, nor had he ever caught anyone else, but in that case, he had encountered someone lying on the operating table and trying to peel himself.

I have also encountered people who hang others on a tree and prepare to feed lions.

I also encountered mice that were soaked in a water prison and were about to throw them into it.

But this is the first time he has encountered this when he wakes up and completely changes his body.

What he didn't know was that in some places, some entertainment works call this kind of encounter time travel.

He is still understanding the situation in front of him based on his past knowledge and experience.

He tried to stand up, but found that his feet were completely unable to use force. It seemed that the other party had put more medicine than he had imagined.

He could only rely on his hands to move on the bed. Fortunately, his body now seems to be stronger than before, even with his hands alone, he could move himself smoothly.

But there was nothing good in the room. A wooden bed, a wooden table, and a candle lampshade on the table. The cabin kept shaking slightly with the waves, making squeaks from time to time. All of this gave Zuo Qingcang a feeling of backwardness and ancientness.

Zuo Qingcang believed that no one except lunatics would do meaningless things, so he began to think while observing.

But just as Zuo Qingcang was thinking slowly, memories that did not belong to him began to pop up in his mind from time to time.

He is the memory of a man named Liu Zhicheng.

In my memory, Liu Zhicheng was a sergeant from the Zhenbei Army of the Daqi Dynasty. Half a year ago, when he returned to his hometown to visit his relatives, he found that his old father had been buried in a hurry.

After some investigation, I realized that his father was killed by a horse on the street. The person riding the horse was Cao Sheng, the youngest son of Prince Yu.

Prince Yu is the uncle of his son today, so what can Liu Zhicheng deal with his youngest son? After a struggle, Cao Sheng was unscathed, but Liu Zhicheng was asked to bow his head and admit his mistake.

In anger, Liu Zhicheng attacked Cao Sheng, but was defeated by the opponent. After that, he was transferred out of the Zhenbei Army, Mingsheng secretly descended, and with the voyage team, he was sent to the colony of the New World.

But this is just the beginning. Perhaps for Prince Yu, Liu Zhicheng is just a trivial ant, but for the people below, Liu Zhicheng is a channel for them to please King Yuqing.

Zuo Qingcang knew too well that this kind of political infighting was that Prince Yu had no intention of pursuing Liu Zhicheng, but as long as he did not make a clear statement, then the silent attitude alone would be enough to make countless people under him like piranhas, in order to get in touch with Prince Yu, to please Prince Yu, or to be afraid of offending Prince Yu, he would oppress Liu Zhicheng in various ways.

It can be said that Prince Yu doesn't need to say a word, Liu Zhicheng has never made a breakthrough in the Great Qi Dynasty. All his superiors, his colleagues, and his subordinates will collectively exclude him as if they had a tacit understanding.

Liu Zhicheng's subsequent memories soon confirmed Zuo Qingcang's judgment. On the way to the New World, he was not only excluded from all kinds of people, but even began to attack him.

Recalling the persecution Liu Zhicheng was suffering along the way, Zuo Qingcang frowned slightly. According to his idea, Prince Yu would not order the people below to do such things. It would make people kill him on the ship to the New World, and it was more likely that Prince Yu's youngest son, Cao Sheng, was the idea.

According to Liu Zhicheng's memory, although he was defeated by Cao Sheng in one move, he spoke rudely one after another. It might be a question of cursing a few words. He knew deeply that no matter which world has a strong background, he would revenge the prince and grandson in the history of the world.

But for Zuo Qingcang, it is not the time to think about the reasons, not the time to think about why he came back to the Great Qi Dynasty, and why he became a man named Liu Zhicheng. Not to mention that Liu Zhicheng left him such a mess.

The most important thing now is to survive. His lower body has completely lost consciousness. It is obvious that the longer the medicine the other party has applied, the heavier the effect.

Then by this time, the other party may rush in at any time. He was paralyzed half of his body and had no objects in his hands, so he had become a lamb to be slaughtered.

According to Liu Zhicheng's memory, this should be a kind of medicine powder called "Hero Poured". It was used to imprison martial arts masters in the army, and the antidote should be in the hands of the other party.

Zuo Qingcang frowned and looked up again to observe the scene around him. First, he looked at the candle lamp. After more than ten seconds, he saw Zuo Qingcang loosen his bun and his long hair fell directly on his shoulders.

Next he began to pull out his hair, one after another, and his thirty or forty centimeters of hair was pulled down one by one, and then tied it back and forth, forming a thin silk that was more than two meters long.

He moved his body through his hands, tied one end of the filament to the base of the candle lamp, and the other end was connected to his little finger.

The dim lights and slender hair are so dark that you won’t be able to see these arrangements if you don’t look at them carefully.

Then Zuo Qingcang turned on the bedside in a few seconds and saw the wooden bed board. As he imagined, the ship was very old. The bed board on the boat was not only full of mold spots, but also had obvious fractures and looseness in several places.

The one who made a squeaking sound before was the bed board under Zuo Qingcang's body.

So he directly pulled a wooden thorn as thick as a thumb and length from the crack on the bed board, hiding the wooden thorn behind him like a dagger.

This was the only weapon he could find in the room. Then he closed his eyes and leaned against the bed, motionless, as if he was asleep.

About five minutes later, the door of the room was opened, and a pair of footsteps came into Zuo Qingcang's ears.

Listening to the footsteps coming from his ears, Zuo Qingcang still closed his eyes and silently judged: "A person... his footsteps are very light."

The other party probably walked to a meter in front of Zuo Qingcang and stopped.

Silence came to the room, and the other party seemed a little surprised by Zuo Qingcang or Liu Zhicheng's calmness and silence. Finally, he couldn't help but speak. It was the voice of a middle-aged man. He had just said the word "Liu", and Zuo Qingcang moved.

What he was waiting for was the other party's fingers tied with their hair pulled violently, and the candle fell to the ground in an instant, and the candlelight had already gone out in the air.

The whole room turned into darkness, and the momentary changes of light and darkness made the visitor unable to see anything at this moment.

Zuo Qingcang's eyes, which had been closed, opened at this moment. Not only did his eyes adapt to the darkness faster than the other party, but his other hand grabbed the wooden thorn and poked it in the direction where the other party spoke before opening his eyes.

When Zuo Qingcang noticed that only one person had come to the other party, he had decided to take action. Less than a second after the candle was extinguished, the wooden thorns had penetrated deeply into the base of the other party's thighs.

"Ah!" The other party fell down in pain, and Zuo Qingcang calmly pulled out the wooden thorn and then stabbed the other thigh.

With a puff, the wooden block probably pierced into the opponent's thigh muscles six or seven centimeters deep.

The other party fell to the ground, Zuo Qingcang grabbed the other party's throat and squeezed it tightly, making the other party make a giggle sound.

In the darkness, the other party's eyes could not see anything, but Zuo Qingcang could barely see the other party's outline. He was a tall and thin man.

His left hand stretched out, letting his fingers penetrate the wound on the other party's thigh, and the two of them kept rolling in the other party's flesh. The man immediately struggled violently, but Zuo Qingcang's two fingers were placed in his wound, making him dare not struggle vigorously, because every struggle caused heart-wrenching pain.

A devilish voice came from Zuo Qingcang's mouth into the man's ears.

"If my fingers continue to touch them, they can pull the blood vessels in your thighs open, and no one can save you at that time."
Chapter completed!