Great Xia Dynasty, Qingyang County.
"My name is Lin Feng. I transmigrated."
"And I might be done for any moment now."
Lin Feng fled for his life while miserably sorting through the chaotic memories in his mind.
Half an hour ago, he had still been a fine young man of the twenty-first century, pulling an all-nighter and burning the midnight oil over his thesis.
Then he had closed and opened his eyes, only to arrive in this fantasy world where demons ran rampant and human lives were worth less than grass. He had even become a glorious trainee constable at the Qingyang County Office.
The kind without an official post, at that.
Before he could fully digest the original owner's memories, Old Wang, a veteran constable, had dragged him off to pursue One-Eyed Dragon, a vicious bandit terrorizing the city.
Logically, arresting a vicious bandit should never have fallen to a trainee constable like him.
But there was no helping it. The official constables at the County Office were either loafing around or on their way to loaf around.
And so, Lin Feng, whose arresting experience was exactly zero, had been led by the "experienced" Old Wang all the way from the east side of town to the west.
The moment Lin Feng saw the famed Mass Grave of the western outskirts not far ahead, his heart gave a thump.
"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, slow down!"
Panting heavily, Lin Feng grabbed Old Wang beside him. "That's the Mass Grave ahead. That place is creepy as hell—it's best not to go in after dark!"
Old Wang, whose real name was Wang Ermazi, was in his forties and an old hand at the County Office.
Hearing that, he cast Lin Feng a disdainful glance.
"What are you afraid of? We are officers of the law, protected by official aura. What ghosts and monsters would dare approach us? One-Eyed Dragon fled in a panic and must be hiding inside. Today, we must bring him to justice!"
With that, Old Wang charged into the Mass Grave first, brimming with heroic vigor.
Lin Feng had no choice. Looking at Old Wang's hollowed-out body, drained by wine and women, and his unsteady steps, Lin Feng truly could not imagine where his protective vital energy came from.
But an official one rank higher could crush a man to death. As a mere trainee, Lin Feng could only grit his teeth and follow.
The instant he stepped into the Mass Grave, the surrounding temperature seemed to plummet several degrees.
Under the ghastly pale moonlight, lonely graves and wild burial mounds stood in disorder. Faded inscriptions covered the crooked tombstones, while gusts of cold wind swept the paper offerings from the ground with a rustling sound, like ghosts weeping and wolves howling.
"Damn... this place really isn't fit for humans." Lin Feng instinctively tightened his grip on the saber at his waist.
This saber had been issued to him during his training. It was supposedly forged from Hundred Refined Steel, sharp enough to slice through a hair blown against its edge.
But in Lin Feng's eyes, it might not even have been sharper than a kitchen knife from his previous life.
"One-Eyed Dragon! You are surrounded! Surrender at once!"
Old Wang bellowed with great force, his voice echoing through the empty Mass Grave and sounding especially abrupt.
"Ke ke ke... surrounded?"
Suddenly, an icy laugh came from behind a ruined earthen grave. "With just you two good-for-nothing scraps?"
Before the words had faded, a burly figure sprang out. It was none other than the vicious bandit, One-Eyed Dragon!
Bloodthirsty savagery gleamed in his sole remaining eye, while the broad-ringed saber in his hand flashed with a cold sheen beneath the moonlight.
"Courting death!" Old Wang was indeed an old hand; his mouth was formidable. He drew his saber and rushed forward.
Lin Feng hurriedly drew his own saber as well, ready to help.
But at that very moment, a sudden change erupted!
ROAR!
A terrifying howl that did not sound human suddenly exploded from the earthen grave behind One-Eyed Dragon!
The grave burst apart, dirt spraying everywhere.
A Living Corpse, dressed in tattered burial clothes, with bluish-black skin and nails as sharp as blades, staggered to its feet.
Two clusters of ghostly green flames burned in its hollow eye sockets as it stared fixedly at the three living men before it.
"Z-Zombies!"
The savage grin on One-Eyed Dragon's face instantly froze, and endless terror filled his lone eye.
He wanted to run, but his legs felt as though they had been filled with lead, unable to move an inch.
The Zombie seemed more interested in One-Eyed Dragon. It kicked off the ground, moving as fast as a phantom, and appeared before him in an instant.
SPLURT!
Its blade-sharp claws tore open One-Eyed Dragon's chest as easily as cutting tofu.
Blood and organs spilled all over the ground.
The vicious bandit who had been ferocious one second became a still-warm corpse the next, not even having time to let out a scream.
"D-Demon!"
Old Wang was scared out of his wits and turned to run.
But his little bit of speed was utterly laughable before the Zombie.
The Zombie casually tossed aside One-Eyed Dragon's corpse, blurred forward, caught up to Old Wang, and slapped a claw onto his back.
CRACK!
The sound of shattering bones was crystal clear. Old Wang screamed as his whole body flew away like a kite with its string cut. He slammed heavily into the ground, blood gushing wildly from his mouth. He clearly would not survive.
In the blink of an eye, one was dead and one grievously injured.
The entire Mass Grave now held only Lin Feng and the Zombie radiating a dense stench of rot.
Gulp.
Lin Feng swallowed with difficulty, feeling as if his heart were about to leap from his throat.
Where could he run?
He had seen with his own eyes how Old Wang's constable uniform had been shredded like paper by the Zombie's claws.
With his scrawny body, rushing in would probably just be serving himself up on a platter.
What should he do?
What should he do?
Just as Lin Feng's mind went blank and the shadow of death completely enveloped him, a crisp mechanical voice rang out in his mind like heavenly music!
[Ding! Detected that the host is facing a life-or-death crisis. The Critical Strike System has officially activated!] [Any attack performed by the host may trigger a critical strike effect!] [Initial critical strike multiplier: 2x!] [Beginner gift pack issued: 100 Crit Points! May be used to critically enhance martial arts, alchemy, weapon forging, and more, increasing their proficiency!]
A system?!
Lin Feng froze for a moment, then was overjoyed!
Sure enough, the indispensable golden finger of every transmigrator might arrive late, but it would never be absent!
"System, hurry! Add points for me!"
Lin Feng roared inwardly.
[Please select the martial art that requires a critical strike.]
Lin Feng rapidly searched through the original owner's memories, only to discover...
He knew only one martial art.
Basic Constable Saber Technique.
It was the kind of cheap, commonplace junk sold everywhere, with only three moves in total: Mountain Splitting Chop, Army Sweeping Slash, and White Rainbow Piercing Sun.
The names sounded domineering enough, but in reality, they were just chopping downward, slashing sideways, and thrusting forward.
Who cared if it was commonplace junk? Anything that could save his life right now was good stuff!
"That one! Give me a critical strike!"
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