My head hurts!
Zhang Yexin came to again. "A familiar ceiling... no, a completely unfamiliar ceiling!"
As far as he could see was a field of pure white, and the sharp scent of disinfectant filled his nostrils.
"Son, you're finally awake!"
His father, who had been keeping vigil at his side, suddenly leaned over, his face full of worry.
Zhang Yexin had rarely seen that expression on his father's face.
"What... happened to me?"
Clutching his forehead, he finally remembered.
The scorching summer day, the flyers on the street, and those... ghostly hands that had blotted out the sky!
"Ah!"
Zhang Yexin held his forehead. If he had not run fast enough—or rather, if that woman simply had not cared about him—he would probably have died long ago.
The helplessness of facing supernatural power, of being as insignificant as an ant, had also been branded deep into his heart.
Half a day later.
"Yexin, what exactly happened?"
Beside him was his childhood friend Tian Bing, holding a newspaper. A huge photograph had been placed right in the headline spot on the front page.
It showed an illusory statue of the Buddha Mother in the heart of the city!
Countless infant-like monsters were crawling in and out from within the statue...
Tian Bing blinked, her face brimming with curiosity. "Is this photo real?"
"It's real. I never thought... supernatural powers really existed."
Zhang Yexin nodded firmly.
"How amazing... Demons and monsters are all coming out. Where are all those sword immortals and wandering swordsmen?"
Tian Bing spoke with a hint of yearning.
Although there were many martial arts schools and fitness centers in society claiming to possess ancient martial arts legacies, most of them were all showy flourishes, easily crushed by modern combat sports.
"I don't know. I just want some