"Urgh!" He groaned out, not understanding where the pain came from. It hurts so fucking much– did some unscrupulous bastard beat him secretly while he was sleeping?
His head felt messy as many snippets of memories seemed to flash through it. Some slipped his grasp like water rushing through his fingers– while some retained. Quite unpleasant and headache-inducing and Yang Jingshen was starting to get really annoyed.
Whichever bastard beat him up and also fed him hallucinogens? How nasty!
But then, he suddenly remembered. 'Oh, that! I transmigrated to a novel and became a little cannon fodder.'
With his memory slowly returning, Yang Jingshen became aware of his surroundings little by little. He already had his eyes opened ah! But his head was so confused that he didn't even realize this.
