Chapter 1: Crossing Over Before Mou Bei's Due Date_3

So there was no wave-like rush of memories coming towards him.

Instead, a tidal wave of pain surged over him.

It really hurt!

In addition to the pain, there was an itchiness that came from all over his body.

An itchiness that drove people insane.

He truly didn't know how this baby could still not pass out from pain under such torment.

Even as an adult like himself, he couldn't bear such pain.

So a louder and more piercing cry echoed above the stream, drifting through the empty valley.

This wasn't an opening hell mode; it was a must-die beginning.

In such remote mountains and wilderness, how long could a baby with a strange disease survive?

Could it be that his journey in this world was just to make his originally bumpy life end even more miserably?

Shu Guan cried out in desperation while ranting in his heart.

In the meantime, the wooden tub he lay in still drifted downstream along with the stream.

Before long, Shu Guan's consciousness began to blur amidst the overwhelming pain, and his cries gradually weakened.

At this moment, he suddenly saw a pair of shoes appear in front of him.

Logically speaking, a newborn baby's eyes can only sense changes in light and cannot see anything clearly.

But perhaps due to Shu Guan's transcending, he could now clearly see everything around him, including the pair of shoes that suddenly appeared in front of him.

Those were straw sandals.

The shoes were covered in dirt, with one in front of the other beside the stream. The distance between them was a bit too wide, and one tip pointed forward while the other pointed backward.

It was an odd standing posture, rarely seen in people.

Then, a face appeared in Shu Guan's line of sight, looking down at him.

It was the face of an old man, with tree bark-like wrinkles all over, ordinary-looking but somewhat eerie. One of his eyes had no pupil, only a creepy, shimmering white.

The old man looked down at Shu Guan. One eye was strange, but there was much pity in the other, normal one.

"Poor child."

The old man reached out and picked up Shu Guan from the wooden tub.

His hands were rough, holding the tender skin of a newborn was discomforting enough, let alone the fact that Shu Guan's body was covered in pustules. When touched by the old man's hand, many of the pustules burst, releasing a foul-smelling, pale yellow pus.

Shu Guan, whose consciousness had been gradually fading, suddenly cried out in pain again.

The old man realized that he had hurt the child and looked somewhat at a loss. However, he carefully examined the red, swollen blisters on Shu Guan's body and then carefully placed him on the pebbles beside the stream. He took out a black pottery jar from the bamboo basket on his back, gently unwrapped the blanket around Shu Guan, and poured out a thick, dark green liquid from the jar.

The old man carefully applied the liquid on Shu Guan's body.

A refreshing sensation instantly spread throughout Shu Guan's body. Although the pain and itchiness deep in his bones didn't disappear, they were somewhat relieved.

Finally, Shu Guan had a chance to catch his breath, and his consciousness regained some clarity.

Then he looked at the old man who had saved him.

A hidden expert?

Having read many online novels, Shu Guan's mind began to race.

Indeed, the Lord of Heaven wouldn't let him travel to this world for no reason. There must be some benefits for a transcender.

However, after seeing the old man's attire, Shu Guan felt somewhat disappointed.

The old man was dressed in a strange old-fashioned and simple cloth costume with many patches. Based on Shu Guan's initial assessment, it seemed like ancient people's clothing.

His pants were rolled up high, and both his legs and shoes were covered in mud, as if he had just come back from the fields. He stood on one foot, but the other was softly dragging behind.

It was a one-eyed, crippled old man.

At the same time, his left chest was deeply concave, as if he were a scarecrow with a bundle of straw missing from that spot, which made him look comically odd.

No matter how he looked, the old man seemed like an ordinary countryside farmer, just with a slightly strange appearance.

Upon seeing that Shu Guan had stopped crying, the old man finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the direction of the upstream with his normal eye and revealed a hint of confusion. Then he shook his head, bent down to pick up Shu Guan.

"Poor child."

He sighed again and looked down at Shu Guan's ugly, blister-covered little face. The turbid eyes of the old man regained their simple serenity.

"From now on, just follow this old man."

The old man showed a smile to Shu Guan.

An ugly, simple smile.

Then the old man carried the baby, with a bamboo basket on his back, limping away into the distance.

Shu Guan's vision stretched over the old man's arms, and he could vaguely see the outline of a village shrouded in a thin mist at the bottom of the valley.

Is this the starting point of my journey in this world?

At the moment, Shu Guan still had some expectations for his adventure.

...

But a few days later, when he had figured out what kind of village it was, Shu Guan immediately fell into deep despair.

If he could redo it, he swore that he would rather swallow his pride, borrow money from someone, and honestly pay back Mou Bei, instead of this journey!