"Burn these Devils!"
"Look at them, pretending to be so innocent. They're wicked to the bone!"
"Oh, gods... my poor cow. My whole family was depending on her to get through the winter..."
A mixture of curses and choked sobs rose and fell, ringing in his ears.
Just moments before.
The instant the timer in the Reincarnation Bookstore hit zero and his body vanished,
Hu Qi had felt a cold force seize his consciousness, violently ripping it from his physical form.
His consciousness plummeted through the void, as if passing through an endless, viscous, dark swamp.
When his five senses returned, the curses were accompanied by a sour stench and the reek of feces and urine.
Hu Qi opened his eyes.
He saw that he was in a large pit.
His body was tied to a thick wooden stake, the coarse hemp rope digging deep into his wrists.
Firewood and branches were piled at his feet.
Soaked in pine resin.
He was surrounded by a circle of villagers dressed in coarse linen clothes.
