"Coo, coo, coo."
Early that morning, Zhang Yang was awakened by hunger. It took him a long while to remember what he had come to do.
At that moment, he was an inn servant in Lidu City named Wang Ergou. However, this was not his true body performing the role himself, but something akin to a soul transmigration.
He was not doing this out of boredom. It was also part of his plan. As the saying went, knowing oneself and knowing one's enemy ensured victory. Without thoroughly understanding the composition of the Plague Serpent's power, relying solely on the Anchor of Death would leave him far too passive.
However, because his soul was too powerful, only one-tenth of it had transmigrated into the inn servant's body. Even so, it had nearly cost Wang Ergou his life.
That was because it was equivalent to overloading and overheating his brain, with extremely serious consequences.
But Wang Ergou already possessed the strongest soul among the five thousand mortals in Lidu City, rated E-.
Therefore, to prevent his brain from burning out, Zhang Yang could only let most of his soul lie dormant. This caused the speed of his thoughts to plummet. Sometimes, after waking from sleep, he would even forget who he was, where he was, and what he was supposed to do.
Outside, the sky was only beginning to brighten. Zhang Yang dragged his somewhat inflexible body through a simple wash, then began the daily routine of an inn servant.
First, he emptied the night soil. Then he shoveled out the furnace ash, lit the stove, chopped firewood, and boiled a large pot of hot water. As for breakfast, there was none. Whether the innkeeper or the servants, if a guest needed something, they would be notified separately.
In short, Zhang Yang